Refuse To Bind The System, Meet God At The Corner

The next morning, Nalan's house.

Nalanzi, who usually went back to sleep after breakfast, rarely went back to his room to sleep today.

Instead, he slept directly on the sofa in the living room.

Of course, she seems to be sleeping, but if you look carefully, you will find some abnormalities.

It is a "signal".

At this moment, the supreme god is sending an indelible signal to a very distant place that can transcend the boundaries of time and space.

The place where the "signal" is received is the "Supreme Kingdom of God".

"Azi, let's go back to the room."

Qiu Gumeng persuaded in a low voice:

"It might be uncomfortable to lie down here."

Nalanzi didn't even bother to open his eyes and just said:

"No, the signal is the best here. The signal in the room is too poor."

"I'm afraid JM's finger inside will become useless and I won't be able to load the comic scenes."

Qiu Gumeng asked confused, obviously not understanding what she meant.

Does it turn out that there are location requirements for sending signals?

Could it be that if the location is wrong, the delivery effect will be poor?

"It's not because of things in the Kingdom of God, but because I'm reading comics on my phone."

Nalanzi lay on the sofa and said slowly:

"Combining work and rest, I just read a few books and now I need to digest them."

Qiu Gumeng looked at this multi-tasking little girl speechlessly, thinking that it might not be easy for her to concentrate on doing something.

"Hey, Gu Meng, you don't understand this."

Feeling that he was thinking of a historian, Nalanzi squinted his eyes, shook his head and said proudly:

"The three-piece set is an indispensable mobile phone software for today's young people. My brother got a lot of study materials from there."

“I also observed many teachers’ masterpieces there recently and learned a lot.”

"Then I drew a special book for my brother and me."

As soon as these words came out, even though Qiu Gumeng only half-understood them, he felt that something was wrong.

"Book...what is that?"

Qiu Gumeng couldn't help but be stunned for a moment after hearing this somewhat familiar term.

Nalanzi opened the storage space and took out a thick stack of rice paper, with both sides covered with drawings.

"Read this god's masterpiece. I believe you will be so excited by it that your soul will tremble!"

Listening to these words of assurance, Qiu Gumeng also took it over and looked at it roughly.

Then she silently put the album on the coffee table aside, covered her mouth and left the living room quickly.

Go straight to the bathroom.

"Ugh~ vomit~ Wow vomit..."

After more than ten minutes, the pale girl came out of the toilet holding on to the wall.

"Hey! Gu Meng, what do you mean?"

Nalanzi stood up very dissatisfied, raised the album high and said loudly:

"This is the greatest thought fiction of the Supreme God."

"Even now, only my elder brother, who is the archangel, and Alayaji, the ghostwriter, are qualified to know this secret."

After recovering from the visual impact, Qiu Gumeng raised his head and looked at this little god in confusion.

"Ah? So it turns out you didn't draw this yourself, Aziz?"

Nalanzi said confidently:

"In what age do you still need artists to paint? Will it be enough to leave everything to AI soon?"

"I will provide the imaginary picture, and the artificial intelligence assistant will run the map."

Having said this, she seemed not to have thought of anything. She suddenly jumped down from the sofa and whispered to Qiu Gumeng:

"However, it seems that the Alaya Consciousness collapsed several times because it couldn't stand the content I conceived, and it took a long time to repair it."

"You must never talk to your brother about this kind of thing. I guarantee your chastity in Gu Meng and I will never mess with Alaya."

Let's not talk about whether Nalanzi's guarantee is reasonable, but just thinking about the fact that Alaya consciousness will be ruined by this guy is very scary.

However, Qiu Gumeng also understood that after all, the things she just saw were quite... difficult to appreciate.

The paintings in the album are warm, delicate, holy and elegant, but the content is quite curious.

"Didn't you just draw the scene where you and your brother eat me up? Looking at your looks...is it so difficult to accept it?"

Nalanzi held the picture album full of mosaics, squinting his eyes and smiling, as if he had entered his own fantasy time.

"We soaked together in a bathtub filled with the god's blood, having sex and kissing each other."

"When my blood runs out, my brother will use his wings to dismember my body, divide it into seven parts and taste it slowly."

"With the mourning dirges of the angels, everything in the kingdom of God collapsed and burned with the world."

This cute blond girl is still smiling, spinning and dancing around the album, telling the scariest fairy tale in the most beautiful and peaceful voice.

"Huh huh huh... Such a wonderful ending, comparable to the comic plot of the prince of Thebes killing his father and marrying his mother. It's so... Sbarasi!"

Qiu Gumeng was dumbfounded. After hearing such creepy words, it was the first time she regretted asking about it.

"Uh-huh-huh-huh..."

Looking at this little girl who was humming an unknown tune and imagining some strange scenes, Qiu Gumeng swallowed and asked with great difficulty:

"Azi...are all these things you said true?"

"My mind is so confused, can you explain it to me clearly?"

Nalanzi stopped and tilted his head to look at his prostrate historian, who was usually responsible for recording various matters in the Kingdom of God.

"What's real or fake? Gu Meng, aren't you reading the book into your head?"

"……ah?"

Qiu Gumeng was at a loss and obviously had not come to his senses.

"Wow, Gu Meng, you didn't really think this was something similar to a prophecy just now, did you?"

Nalanzi smiled and put the album back into his storage space, sat back on the sofa, and taught earnestly:

"You don't believe me when I tell you not to do too many unnecessary things. But now you are so shocked even when you hear a story from a book with the same name. You..."

Although he saw the careless look of his god, Qiu Gumeng still did not feel relieved, but asked hesitantly:

"But last night I heard Aziz and Azhu saying things like 'eat you', 'eat me'..."

"Haha, you were eavesdropping at that time, right?"

"No eavesdropping! No eavesdropping! I just... just..."

Qiu Gumeng shook his head vigorously, his face slowly turned reddish, and finally no longer as pale as before.

After denying it for a while, I heard her whisper:

"I'm really... really worried about you..."

"I'm really worried that our home will... collapse suddenly..."

Nalanzi listened with a smile without making any comments.

For a long time, after Qiu Gumeng stopped talking, she said something meaningless:

"Gu Meng, let's go to the beach and order French fries?"

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