Marvel Daily of a Lord God

"Sao Nian, do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to really...live?"

"yes" or "no"!

Early in the morning, Chen Xiaoyan, who had just turned on the computer and was about to play a game, saw this very middle-two-like sentence on the login page of the League of Legends.

"Damn it, have you never read Infinite Horror? Such an old-fashioned routine is no longer used in Qidian's novels, but you still use it?"

As a pseudo-otaku, Chen Xiaoyan has three hobbies, movies, animation and novels. And as an old bookworm who has read thousands of books and knows all kinds of routines by heart, Chen Xiaoyan deeply feels that Tencent is insulting his IQ.

Brother Ma, please, you have to use a little bit of care in advertising, okay? This classic quote from Infinity Stream is really rotten.

Angrily and helplessly complaining, Chen Xiaoyan immediately moved the mouse and wanted to cancel the login page.

"I'm going, what the **** is this?"

But just when he was about to fork out the game, the right hand controlling the mouse moved uncontrollably to the "yes", just a little bit.

"Mom, it's actually true!"

His eyes widened in horror, and after shouting the last sentence, Chen Xiaoyan's body was involuntarily sucked in by the black vortex that appeared on the computer screen.

There was no loss of consciousness in the novel, Chen Xiaoyan only felt that he was moving quickly in a chaotic and disorderly flow.

"It's not that Xiao Ma is not careful, it turns out that this main **** is really unreliable!"

In the turbulent flow of time and space, Chen Xiaoyan wanted to cry but had no tears.

Countless shattered mirror images in the chaos traveled quickly, and the most important thing was that these mirror images passed through him from time to time.

Having never experienced it before, Chen Xiaoyan really doesn't know how terrifying this scene is.

But now Chen Xiaoyan is in it...

Holding his head tremblingly, Chen Xiaoyan now feels that death is a trivial matter.

Can it not hurt so much!

Develop your brain and imagine that countless broken world fragments pass through your body, what kind of crispy feeling it is.

"Urgent notice, urgent notice..."

"The space of the Lord God is facing a large-scale collapse due to unknown reasons. Reincarnation No. 000001 needs to make an emergency landing..."

"Damn, you are a fake master god!"

After Chen Xiaoyan raised his **** angrily in his heart and said this sentence, his eyes went dark, and he was thrown away by the chaotic turbulence.

...

"In view of the fact that the reincarnation loses its body due to the malfunction of the main **** during the journey, after a consensus among the administrators of the main **** space chat group, we hereby compensate the reincarnation for the chance to obtain a soul transmigration..."

"Descent into the world, please fasten your seat belts to prevent accidents from happening again..."

"Come to this world, and detect the specific information of this world..."

"Urgent notice, urgent notice..."

"It is detected that this world is a high-intensity world. The main god's space is disturbed by unknown different-dimensional energy, and some businesses are urgently suspended..."

"Sao Nian, wish yourself good luck!"

All the administrators of the Lord God Space chat group mourned for Chen Xiaoyan for three minutes.

Chen Xiaoyan kept sending messages from the main god's space in his mind, but unfortunately he was already fainted, and he didn't hear a single word of these words.

If Chen Xiaoyan could hear it, he would definitely point to the sky angrily, and yell at this extremely good-for-nothing cheating god.

It's just that now he only has a transparent soul left, without any sense of autonomy at all. Driven by the last bit of power of the main god, Chen Xiaoyan was sent to an abandoned orphan beside an unknown abandoned street.

By chance, an old nun passed by this street, took the newborn baby and placed it in an orphanage affiliated to her church.

Time passed slowly, and before he knew it, Chen Xiaoyan had spent fifteen years in this world.

Oh, no, his name is no longer Chen Xiaoyan. When the old nun brought him back, she gave him a special name—Patch Meiwes.

Meiwes is the surname of the old nun, and the name Patch, I am afraid that only God, the old man, knows what the old nun thinks.

It's a pity that the time travel turned into a soul wear, and he was powerless to resist Sister Maiwes' decision as a baby.

It's just that every time someone calls this name, Patch always has an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

Patch? Isn't this the other way around "wonderful"?

With tears streaming down his face and speechless looking at the sky, Patch had no choice but to accept the name. After all, others have called it for more than ten years, and it is impossible for others to change it.

When he first traveled to this world, Patch was extremely uncomfortable.

Because he is now in the United States, everyone speaks English, so when the priests and nuns in the orphanage talk to him, he has always been in a state of confusion.

I am Chinese, so why bother to learn foreign languages, instead of ABC, I will be my successor.

It's a pity that when I was a student, I believed this sentence. Not only did I fail to succeed in the cause of communism, but now I become an American and an illiterate.

After studying English for three years, Patch finally got rid of the reputation of being illiterate.

It's a pity that the title of "dementia" came to him again.

After all, other children can say some simple words when they are almost one year old.

Patch learned English for three years before he gave up his resistance and spoke the first sentence of English to Sister Meiwes.

Patch still remembers the time he called out "Grandma" to the old nun when Sister Meiwes was drying his hair that day, and how excited the old nun was.

"Master Magellan, Ms. Moss, come and see, Patch can talk, so this child is not mentally retarded?"

Mental retardation ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Patch's thoughts and hair are messed up under the hair dryer...

Please, I am a time traveler who grew up under the red flag for more than 20 years, okay? And it really takes time for me, a traveler who only spoke Chinese before, to accept English, a brand new language.

In the shout of Sister Meiwes, most people in the orphanage ran over to watch Patch.

"This child can talk, this child Patch can finally call me 'Grandma'." Sister Maiwes said to the others excitedly with tears in her eyes.

"My God, isn't it!" Many people exclaimed.

"Little Patch, hurry up, call Grandpa to listen." Priest Magellan with a big white beard pinched Patch's little face and said with a smile.

"Cute little Patch, my sister has chocolate to eat." Ms. Moss, who is in her forties, shamelessly took out a piece of chocolate and seduced Patch.

"Hello, Grandpa Magellan."

"Hello, Aunt Moss."

Truthfully called Priest Magellan Grandpa, but for Ms. Moss whose face was about to smile into a chrysanthemum, Patch changed the name he wanted to call.

With her head held high proudly, Patch was unmoved by Ms. Moss' black face.

A piece of chocolate wants me to call you sister against my will. It's impossible. Bring a box of chocolates...that's impossible.

In fact, it took three years to learn English, and Patch really felt that it was very fast, but I don't know if it was because of offending Ms. Moss this time, Patch's name for mentally handicapped children spread throughout the orphanage.

In the mornings during morning classes, Patch would hear Reverend Magellan lamenting.

When going to the cafeteria to eat at noon, Patch would hear the cafeteria aunt sighing.

In bed at night, Patch would still hear his fellow orphans talking.

"Honestly, Patch is actually quite handsome."

"It's a pity he's mentally handicapped."

Fifteen years had passed, and Patch was already powerless to refute such words, leaving only deep helplessness and bewilderment.

Didn't I just start talking when I was three years old?

Don't I just stay away for a while now and then?

Didn't I just sleep a little longer?

You say I'm handsome, I admit it, but I'm really not mentally retarded!

Patch is very handsome, this is really not a lie.

Compared with other people, Patch's appearance is much more three-dimensional, just like a work of art carefully polished by European sculptors in the Middle Ages.

Moreover, Paqi's figure is also very well-proportioned. At the age of fifteen, he is nearly 1.8 meters tall. A perfect body of tendons is probably Paqi's most proud thing in recent years.

Brown short curly hair, coupled with a pair of sapphire blue eyes as clear as the sea. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Walking on the street, as long as you are not blind, you should not be able to help but look at Patch more. Patch still remembered that when he went to buy wine for Grandpa Magellan that day, the salesperson in the supermarket gave him an extra bottle of vodka that was about to expire!

It's a pity that he is mentally handicapped!

In fact, Paqi didn't know what was going on with him, since he traveled to this world, his mental state has not been very good.

Occasionally being in a daze is still a trivial matter, the most important thing is that it is uncertain when he will doze off.

From the moment Soul Wear woke up, Patch felt that some very important memories seemed to be missing in his mind, but no matter what, he couldn't recall those lost memories.

It's okay to lose memory, at least Patch can accept it.

The most important thing is, as the standard configuration of the time traveler-Goldfinger

After living in this world for fifteen years, Patch didn't realize that he had any golden fingers at all. Apart from being more handsome, he was actually no different from ordinary people.

And when he crossed over, except for a swaddle wrapped around him, there was no hair.

It's a pity that when he first came to this world, he still thought about activating some kind of Niubi system or awakening some kind of Niubi talent. Let's learn from the experience of Long Aotian, Zhao Ritian and other senior traversers, and come to an immortal legend of conquering other worlds and killing all directions Woolen cloth!

It's a pity that fifteen years later, Patch found that he was nothing special compared to others.

Patch looked at the sunset in the sky with a pair of hazy eyes. Under the sunset, running was his dream that he could never go back.

I thought my life would be so ordinary...

Until this day, a strange voice suddenly sounded in his mind.