In addition to scolding a few words in a low voice about his precious head, which was as precious as a golden stone, Li Laifu did not forget to gently move his slightly stiff neck, he didn't want to be smashed into a brain by some inexplicable glittering things one after another.

The soul fire in the eyes of the god of Visal was hidden, and only two small drops of light remained, and the dry bones of his face seemed to reveal innocence.

When they first met, he didn't mean to get up close and personal with the head of some bastard.

Come and don't be rude.

It was some bastard who slapped him first.

You know, as a noble deity, it was already a supreme gift that he didn't exile this child to the remote polar regions where the devil cried wolf.

Of course, the extreme muttering of the god of Wisal would not let Li Laifu know, this child is now thinking about the upcoming scene.

The meteor-like hot unknown material cut through the air, and the hot air cut off a few strands of his black hair like a knife, but his resolute face did not change at all, and he escaped this crisis freely at the last moment.

The script has been written, and now it's just a matter of looking forward to it.

But it's a pity that a certain god has a more or less vindictive mentality, which ruined the flawless script in Li Laifu's heart.

The heart-wrenching wail was accompanied by an unbearable curse, and Li Laifu's head was swollen with a rather unconventional heretical style product.

His head was smashed into a large bag by the golden streamer, and fortunately a quadrangular shield pattern collapsed after most of the impact was neutralized, otherwise it was very likely to directly create the first heretic to be stoned to death in the City of Chaos, and this bastard was also the author of all sorrow and crying, a little nobleman hiding in the void without saying a word.

"Visar's escape master, can such a despicable revenge make you feel a glimmer of human pleasure. ”

Li Laifu thought about the comparison of the strength of the two sides, but still forcibly suppressed the anger of smashing a certain head, and sneered with a sneering face.

It's a pity that the god of Wissar, as a big man who has been worshiped by countless believers, has naturally heard the criticism and ridicule of many poor bards, and Li Laifu's insignificant ridicule is just a grain of sand through his eye socket, which dissipates after an eye, leaving no trace of pain.

"Such a terrifying power, even the magic patterns I constructed can be easily disintegrated, stupid human"

"I've picked up the baby, haven't I?"

Li Laifu interrupted the nonsense of the god of Wisar with black lines, looked at the skull head looming in the void, and the exaggerated and hypocritical tone in its mouth filled his ears, and someone's inky pupils were only full of helplessness.

The perfect script in Li Laifu's fantasy is about to reach the whistling ** , his body was completely out of control, not only did he not dodge the glittering thing in a handsome and chic manner, but rushed forward without fear of death, like a cannon fodder knight who swore an oath of faith, and naturally there was no need to be entangled, his actions were all carried out under the manipulation of the god of Visal, and the gap between humans and gods was still so unfathomable, Li Laifu was even sure that as long as the god of Visal was willing, then his own skin would immediately smile at its new owner.

Even a down-and-out aristocrat will rely on what remains of his survival to find a new path of flowers to the company of rum and goblets, and this is the only difference between them and the wretched people who hide in the slums and hope for salvation.

But the funny thing is that there must be something sad about the poor people, and perhaps some people understand it, but still do not repent.

At the top of the firmament, layers of black clouds shrouded, wisps of golden light through the heavy dark clouds, it seemed that they were struggling to descend their glory, and even faintly the sacred singing of angels came out, and countless sinners and exiles looking at the clouds held their breath, waiting for the last moment to come.

Sanctions, death, or survival, the question has been bothering these bloody-armed fellows for countless years, and now it's time for a definitive answer.

Li Laifu narrowed his eyes and scanned the surroundings, after making sure that there was no more sneaky figure except himself, he quietly spread out his palm, and a broken tile-like object was lying quietly inside, a faint and faint golden light bloomed, like a crystal dew drop under the hot sun, with an indescribable beauty.

"Now, a head of the great god of Vesar, can you tell me what this thing does?"

"Foolish humans tend to have the most valuable objects appear mysterious, and obscure ancient magic patterns don't write their structure straightforwardly in books. ”

The righteous and awe-inspiring appearance of the god of Vesar seemed to be admonishing an apprentice who had just stepped into the threshold of magic, and the light of wisdom enveloped his entire head, and then a rather damaging sentence made Li Laifu feel a pleasure that his brain was being frantically burned by the divine flame.

"Look at it. ”

These words hit Li Laifu's heart that was about to collapse.

"Well, I hope I can exchange it for a purple gold coin. ”

The child smiled wryly, and instead of focusing on the black clouds and holy light above the firmament, his gaze was cast on the deep and dark black castle.

That demon statue hid out of fear? Li Laifu's head was a little confused, in the past few years that he came to the Eternal Continent, it seemed that all the tribulations had been smashed on his body during this time, blood and scars were smiling all the way with him, unfortunately, he had not fallen yet, and even more unfortunately, the people around him left one by one.

The heavens roared, and the sound of incantations full of vicissitudes spread throughout the chaotic city, and the vast holy light lost its brilliance, and even the sage who was more powerful than the demon disappeared.

"The angel's wings have fallen!"

"An ancient heretic in the Black Castle killed an angel?"

Someone in the distance was deliberately roaring, Li Laifu could even faintly imagine the deep and gloomy smile on those faces, the chaotic city was like a piece of rotten meat soaked in fat, the reason why it could not occupy a place at the luxurious table of the aristocratic dinner was because it had a more important role, and the excitement naturally expressed in the tone of the distant exile did not have much trace of pretentiousness, and in Li Laifu's ink-colored pupils, a few wings that were slowly floating in the wind were really reflected.

The wings had lost their sacredness, and they were dimmed, and a little mottled blood stained them.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of breaking the sky sounded, and the sky seemed to be stunned, and half of the dry bone staff stood above the chaotic capital, like the king of the peak empire, overlooking the territory of thousands of miles and the subjects under his feet.

Is Sage Osiris dead?

Li Laifu's throat suddenly became a little astringent, and he remembered that he had forgotten the warmth of rum in some remote corner of the sea of memory.

The child smelled a strange smell called conspiracy, could it be that a mad man who had spent endless years chasing down fallen gods had withered like this?

Li Laifu felt a chill, and subconsciously looked back, it was still a deep darkness, and there were no weird pupils with a smile staring at him, maybe there was, but he couldn't see it.

"White head, don't mind if I take something good to moisten my throat. ”

The dark and gloomy style changed abruptly, Li Laifu smiled quite awkwardly, judging from the leap of his thinking, probably the god of Wisal could only sigh.

In fact, the god of Vesar is currently in a sluggish state, and the looming skeleton phantom seems to contain a little sadness of the dead rabbit and fox, and he looks sideways at the half-cut staff of the sky.

"The breath of a madman is gone, and sure enough, no one can escape the sanction of the rules, oh yes, are you wine, I saw it a long time ago. ”

Li Laifu nodded, the cyan space ring was glowing with mystical magic light, and a goblet decorated with ancient double swords appeared in his hand.

The mellow aroma of wine permeated the tip of his nose, and the blood in the air seemed to have lightened.

The god of Wiesal suddenly said something with interest, and Li Laifu just touched the edge of the wine glass with a pause.

"Arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, **, gluttony, the seven demonic sins of the years, are the source of all sanctions, stupid humans, no, humans, if you want to be powerful enough to make the gods fearful, you must let your soul shine with the seven evil rays. ”

Li Laifu's eyes were confused, and he thought of one day in the eternal calendar, an old man in heavy armor warned him not to believe in the so-called knightly code, once upon a time, it was so similar, but everything became a thing of the past.

A once familiar smile appeared on his fading childish face, Li Laifu's whispering voice was as weak as breathing, and the face of the god of Vesar was not stunned except for white bones and bones, and some were only silent for a long time.

"Seven deadly sins, too little, if power likes evil, I think I can be the founding source of some original sin, by the way, this glass of rum is good. ”

A pair of pitch-black pupils appeared in the warm drink, and these pupils looked down on the calm and chaotic city through the blood-like red.

(Thank you book friends for your kind suggestions, every opinion put forward by the brothers, Xiaoyang will think about it seriously, and there is a light spray 0.0)