First Player

Chapter 13 I saw the Lamb open the first seal. ”

“【I saw the Lamb open the first of the seven seals, and then I heard one of the four living creatures say with a voice like thunder: ‘Come! ’】”

“【I looked, and behold, a white horse, and its rider had a bow. After he accepted the crown that was given to him, he went on to fight and was invincible. 】”

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Su Jingtang still had a breath, his eyes dim under his glasses, and blood stained the exquisite embroidery on his body.

“I heard that you are a night watcher from Hongyun, advocating hope and beauty in all things?” Su Baoma leaned down: “Hongyun Kingdom is the world where the Father God is... You are really lucky to have met the Father God so early. "

Su Jingtang made a hoarse and unclear sound.

Su Mianbao came closer and heard Su Jingtang's voice, which was almost covered with blood:

"Master..."

He was still calling the master before he died. He was really loyal.

With a "puff", Su Mianbao reached out and took out Su Jingtang's heart. The bright red heart exuded a fatal attraction.

There is a strong attraction between the same origin. If you devour each other, you can evolve - this is like in a card drawing game, drawing many identical cards will make this card evolve to the top level. Luo Vasha's recognition of the same origin is relatively broad. Su Mianbao, Su Jingtang, Su Qing, Su Mingan, Xiao Su, Su Wensheng and even Su Lin are all considered to be of the same origin. If Su Mingan draws any card or writes any original in the future, it will also be considered to be of the same origin.

Like After swallowing a red apple, Su Mianbao swallowed the heart directly. This bloody and wild behavior like a beast made the more than 100 tribesmen behind her extremely excited, holding up wooden swords and shouting.

However, the more than 100 tribesmen behind Su Jingtang were gray-faced, sad, and trembling.

At this time, Su Mianbao seemed to have sensed something and suddenly turned her head.

—— She saw Su Mingan standing in the wasteland in the distance.

The young man had white hair fluttering, his eyes were like gold, and he was as handsome as a fairy. A snow-white robe fluttered in the wind, with pale and soft wings like a dove, and his body was independent, like a god waiting behind her.

She couldn't see his expression clearly, but guessed that he must be happy.

Be proud of her, favor her.

She defeated the first enemy.

"Father God! "She shouted, turned around, mounted the horse, and whipped it——

The chestnut horse raised its front hooves, stepped over the rolling green mud, and flowed step by step in a Y-shaped footprint, flowing across the wasteland and up the hillside.

She waved her hands proudly, puffed out her chest, and like a child eager to be praised, she approached her elders step by step.

Her black hair swayed, her eyelashes trembled, and her eyes sparkled.

The Father God also took a step and walked towards her.

——However, there was no smile on the Father God's face.

The Father God's eyes were cast on the wasteland, Su Jingtang's dry body had a hole in his chest, and his eyes were gray.

The girl riding the horse and whipping her face was slightly stagnant. She pulled the rope and stopped five steps away from the Father God, and the chestnut horse neighed.

"Hiss——! ”

One step, two steps.

The girl turned over and dismounted, and walked to the Father God in a few steps. She bowed her head respectfully, revealing her smooth forehead. Like a knight eager to be awarded, humble and obedient.

"Father God, I understand that you arranged enemies for me to hone me. I blamed my shallow knowledge at the time and thought that you had withdrawn your love for me. ”

"Now, as your lamb, I have completed the first trial you gave me. This second trial - killing Su Qing, I will complete it sooner or later to prove my excellence to you. ”

"I will wait for your third trial, please sharpen your lamb without any scruples."

She leaned down, and her soft black hair rubbed against his dust-free shoe surface:

"... Your lamb will always belong to you, and will always manage this peaceful sheepfold for you. "

Her face was bright red, and Su Jingtang's blood was dripping from her forehead, nose, and chin. The rusty smell of blood hit her face, and her eyes were filled with fanatical joy.

The upper of the shoe felt soft, like the fur of a kitten.

Su Mingan stood still, shuddering.

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"【When the Lamb opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, "Come!" This time a red horse appeared, and the rider on the horse was given authority and a big knife to seize peace on earth and make humans fight each other. 】”

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Qi Zhou pushed open the door of the Lord's palace.

“Squeak——”

The scent of wisteria wafted in his face. In the deepest part of the magnificent palace, the headless body of the Lord sat on the throne.

Because he died by slitting his throat, the Lord's blood was splattered everywhere. His head rolled on the ground, and his golden eyes were still open.

Seeing the Lord's body, Qi Zhou's expression changed drastically.

Then, he exhaled and inhaled rapidly, trying to laugh out all the shock and joy in his heart:

“Ha…Ahahaha…? Su Wenjun! You are dead? You are dead! ? ? ”

He rushed forward, picked up the Lord's head, and shook it:

“I knew that you, the cruel butcher who deserved to be cut into pieces, would be killed by the righteous sooner or later! ! No matter who killed you! I finally waited for this day, finally! "

He didn't know what happened here. He had come here for a routine report. He was a subordinate of the World Lord, and he would come here every week to report intelligence about the gods.

At the same time, he was also the "child" of the World Lord - Si Que wrote the World Lord, and the World Lord wrote him. Although Si Que recognized him very much, Si Que was actually his grandfather.

The Lord of the World could not get rid of Si Que's shadow, and Qi Zhou could not get rid of the Lord of the World's shadow. Even the Lord of the World transferred all his resentment and hatred for Si Que to Qi Zhou. Like a feudal patriarch, the Lord of the World did not allow Qi Zhou to leave too far, did not allow Qi Zhou to make other friends, and even did not allow Qi Zhou to talk too much with others. He only allowed Qi Zhou to stay within the range of the naked eye and monitor Qi Zhou at all times.

During the disciple game, every conversation between Qi Zhou and Su Mingan fell into the eyes of the Lord of the World.

"You finally... finally...!!" Like a beast out of the cage, Qi Zhou roared with joy. His shadow finally disappeared, and the Lord of the World finally died.

He was finally the second most beautiful person in the world.

After dancing for ten minutes, Qi Zhou calmed down and decided to use the Lord of the World's head as a football to start a hearty football game alone to celebrate his free life in the future.

Just as he was about to kick, a voice suddenly came from the door of the palace:

"... Your Highness Qi Zhou, please be gentle."

A man with golden hair tied into a ponytail, a long gold chain on his ear, and a snow-white sacrificial robe walked in slowly, his eyes like red rubies, shining brightly.

"Hui Chi!?" Qi Zhou was full of doubt: "Didn't you offend the World Lord and be killed by the World Lord?"

Hui Chi put his right hand on his chest: "In my early years, I was blessed by the lake of the goddess of life, and my body was immortal. The World Lord cut me into eight pieces, which was just a small punishment. My troublesome brother is not dead yet, how can I go first."

Qi Zhou's pupils trembled.

"...Qi Zhou." The voice of the World Lord came from the other side.

A purple-haired and silver-masked young man walked lazily from the back hall, his golden eyes careless: "Come here."

The World Lord is not dead either.

The Lord of the World has been in power for thousands of years. He has been able to retain his memory after tens of thousands of resets and has countless self-protection abilities. It is impossible for him to be killed by Noel with one knife.

Qi Zhou seemed to have lost all his strength. It turned out that freedom has always been a joke.

The Lord of the World walked to the throne and frowned at the blood on the throne.

Hui Chi immediately came over and wiped the blood on the seat with his pure white clothes to ensure that it was spotless. The Lord of the World then sat down leisurely, supporting his chin with one hand and yawning:

"... Come here."

The habit he developed since childhood told Qi Zhou that if he didn't respond again, the Lord of the World's patience would run out and something extremely terrible would happen.

Qi Zhou trembled instinctively, like a puppet, and walked stiffly in front of the Lord of the World.

"You are the character I am most satisfied with, Qi Zhou. I am not like Si Que. From the past to now, you have always been the character I am most satisfied with." The Lord of the World smiled and patted Qi Zhou's face.

Qi Zhou whispered, "Hypocrisy of the creator."

"How can you say that? I have been working hard to train you. You can win the first championship of the Disciple Game with my support behind you." The Lord of the World raised his eyebrows.

"--Dig traps for the people around me and watch them die one by one, just because you don't want to see me meet too many strangers--do you call this training?" Qi Zhou couldn't help but roar:

"If you can't afford to give birth, don't give birth! If you can't afford to raise, don't raise!"

"When you were the most destitute in your early years, you wrote me out. You had no money to buy me food, no money to buy me clothes, you would fight, brawl, and gamble outside at any time, causing me to pick up garbage in the slums to eat, and you also asked me to help you out of trouble! What on earth did you think of writing me down!? With the idea of ​​winning the jackpot? You are living a destitute life, and you expect OC to help you jump up the class?"

"Don't write about another little cow horse! You wrote about me before , have you ever asked for my opinion? "

"You said you worked hard to save money for me to attend etiquette classes, aren't you expecting me to climb up to the nobility and take you to the sky? You said I should be grateful and take care of you, aren't you treating me as a guaranteed labor force to take care of you in your old age?"

"What do you think of the characters in your writing? An independent life? Or an extension of your own will? The embodiment of your desire to share? Your channel to relieve loneliness? The life you desire? Your fragmented wishes? The dream you can't reach?"

"Later, you finally became rich, and you controlled me tightly like a ghost. You didn't allow me to be free, you didn't allow me to come home late, you only allowed me to walk on the road you arranged, and you would never leave. How do you expect me to thank you! ? "

Qi Zhou held it in for too long.

I thought he was finally free, but the Lord of the World appeared again.

What he didn't say was that he actually wrote a character named "Fa Yue", but he never interfered with this person's life. Even so, he still found that Fa Yue's every word and deed had his traces.

What degree can be called free will?

The creator is indeed a villain, trying to control everyone, but trapped by reality and experience, making the characters suffer, struggle, and be confused together - the Lord of the World is like this, and so is Si Que.

When the Lord of the World heard this, light clouds seemed to linger in his eyes.

He leaned against the statue of the God of Inspiration, his purple hair flowing on the white stone in a curve, and his hands were clasped together.

After thinking for a moment, he spoke, his voice very softly:

"From the beginning to the end, it has been like this."

"Listen to the words of the 'higher' and follow the settings, and you will be loved and perfect."

"If you violate the arrangements of the 'higher', violate the settings, and want to pursue freedom, you will be judged as ooc (Out Of Character, violating the character settings), and you will be hated and criticized by everyone."

"The 'higher' is never questionable. Whether it is between the 'higher' and the 'lower', whether it is the creator and the role, the strong and the weak, the emperor and the common people, the leader and the subordinate, the teacher and the student, or the parent and the child. This relationship must be followed."

"Human love is just a fixed stereotype, which is associated with a large number of physical images and accompanies every word and action at all times."

"If you deviate, you will suffer, and if you disobey, you will lose love."

"The loyal must kowtow, the evil must have no good intentions, and the cunning must be loyal. The cunning must be infallible, and the mature must deviate from childishness. "

"The world itself is like a huge book. People say that stories are the product of dramatic processing, but the world is even more obedient to certain unspoken rules than stories, like a setting that cannot be changed - the elderly must be respected, the young must be humble, the ways of the world must be smooth, and the unspoken rules must be seen through but not spoken out, otherwise it will be regarded as ooc... or, to use a more appropriate word, 'deviant'. "

"Just like you, Qi Zhou. You must be obedient. "

The Lord of the World spread his hands, and his golden eyes were extremely silent. He seemed to be talking to Qi Zhou, and also to himself.

Si Que and the Lord of the World, the Lord of the World and Qi Zhou, Qi Zhou and Fa Yue... Every "self" wants to create "self", forming an endless "self" iteration chain.

The essence of creation is no different from the desire for reproduction that has lasted for thousands of years in the human blood.

Equally private, equally autonomous, and equally domineering.

"Because." The Lord of the World said the facts calmly:

"You are my 'child'."

"I am your 'Father God'."

Qi Zhou roared like he was collapsing, and drew out his long sword with a "swish" sound, pointing the sword at the Lord of the World:

"——No!"

"I don't admit it! You have never been my Father God, and I am not your child!!"

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"【When the third seal was opened, I heard the third living creature say: "Come!" Then I saw a black horse, and the rider on the horse held a scale in his hand.】"

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"You are my 'Father God', and I am your loyal 'child'... I will always respect and love you." Su Mianbao hugged Su Ming'an from behind, speaking softly.

Su Ming'an was trembling.

His heartbeat quickened, his shoulders trembled, and the places he touched burned like fire.

He was not afraid of Su Mianbao, but afraid of the feeling of being out of control, like suddenly stepping into the air in a puddle - at this moment he realized that this was how his mother Lin Wang'an felt.

The things in his palm became a knife stabbing into the outside world.