Thank You! People Are Collapsing, Not Yet Lost

In this world, gods are basically conceptual gods.

As soon as conceptual gods think about their own concepts, they can easily be pulled into the abyss of philosophy.

It was obvious that Artoius had been driven into a neuropathy by self-knowledge.

He was eagerly waiting for someone to challenge him, and then, in the midst of a defeat, realize what the strongest is from the perspective of the weak.

Because she dared to challenge her master, Jibril, who was doted on, became even more silent.

The guy in front of him wanted to challenge her master, the god of war, Artex, and the god of war also hoped that someone would be able to defeat him in full-strength mode.

He didn't say it.

If this guy will really become stronger because of something, his master will be really happy, so he will turn a blind eye to some of his actions, and may even offer some help.

Although this kind of thing sounds bizarre, it has an obvious logical chain.

Then--

Jibril fell into deep thought.

If this is the case, then it means that the appearance and strengthening of this guy have already become hostile to the master, which is what the god of war Artosh is looking forward to.

So, why did you rush out to fight him?

A feeling called regret came to Jibril's heart.

"Then, this gentleman who decided to be the enemy of my lord, what do you plan to do with me?"

Xiaoji, who was hanging in the air, looked at the guy who showed that he would not kill him, and suddenly became a little anxious.

After this guy explained that the fact that he was going to kill the God of War was acquiesced by the God of War, he still did not let him go, nor did he mention the punishment item...

This made Miss Jibril a little uneasy.

"Emmm, let me think about this matter."

Presumably because the origin was sealed, someone whose pity for the beauty had dropped significantly looked at the delicate face of the girl beside him, rubbed his chin, and thought.

Jibril definitely couldn't kill it.

After all, this is Artosh's favorite vassal, and if he kills her now, he'll undoubtedly be turning against Artosh.

However, if you let it go directly, wouldn't it be very embarrassing for yourself.

Is it possible to pull it back and put it in the basement as a flannel ball?

Sounds nice.

Probably because he's a magician at heart, but the boy who didn't really object to this kind of thing thought about it seriously.

Sometimes, he also wants to play a little more exciting gameplay.

However, those gameplays are obviously not very suitable for wives who are willing to spend their whole lives with them and have children for themselves.

If you can keep a flannel ball in the basement, it seems like a good choice.

But soon, he lowered his head and sighed.

If he is still alone now, of course, he can play whatever he wants.

When you're alone, you can do whatever you want.

But he is also a married man now, and it will not take long for him to become a father. If his wife sees that he has such a hobby, whether it is accepted or not, it will be followed by a lot of family disputes. .

That would really be worth the loss.

emmmmm....

Besides, some other Flügel are coming soon.

Next, he planned to show his favor to the god of war, Artesu, by letting go of the Flügel that offended him, and hoped that the youngsters who had some words for him to give Artexu something to say had a nasty smile on the face of the boy.

So, let yourself take advantage of this time to have some fun.

"If you offend me at will, even the dependents of the God of War should be punished."

"but--"

The boy looked at the girl who was only a fraction of the age of the other Flügel and spoke.

"The child made a mistake, in fact, it should be taken lightly."

Among the Flügel, the poor Jibril who was actually young heard those words, and hope rose in her heart.

She suddenly felt that her luck seemed to be pretty good.

It's ridiculous, there is a word in this world called illusion.

And what she feels now is an illusion.

Then--

Like a declaration of death, the boy opened his mouth with a smile.

"Five hundred years should be quite a short period of time for a Flügel that is [-] years old per capita."

"As punishment for offending me, let me press your ass out for five hundred years."

ps: I'm so sleepy, let's make two updates today, and make up for the lesser one tomorrow.

Chapter 8 beat me, let me go

"As punishment for offending me, let me press your ass out for five hundred years."

Jibril's words fell into Jibril's ears, causing her whole body to become stunned.

Meow meow, is it her ears that have cat disease?

How can there be such a punishment?

"Emmm, the punishment is still too light."

The young man half-squinted his eyes, his smile was sunny and bright, and the corners of his eyes showed warmth that made people want to get close.

but--

It was in stark contrast to his hardly human words.

"Sure enough, it's better to upgrade to a thousand years."

Very naturally, the boy stretched out his slender and beautiful fingers, poked the face of the girl who was hanging up, and said to himself.

"In that case, you can be brothers with Sun Monkey, and you can even try to use the time in prison to rank seniors and become a big sister."

"..."

Jibril was silent.

Although she doesn't know what Sun Monkey is, she generally understands one thing.

The guy in front of him is a super invincible bastard.

Suppressing people’s ass for thousands of years, and also suggested that the oppressed will rely on the oppressed years after a thousand years, and then go to marry a guy who may have also been oppressed, and then use the oppressed years as seniority. . . . ..

Is this what people do?

"Of course, if you'll fill me with a duvet with your feathers, I can pretend nothing happened."

The boy who felt that Jibril's feathers were very beautiful naturally placed his hand on the most sensitive area of ​​the Flügel - the wings.

Jibril's body quivered instinctively, as if electricity was running through her spinal cord.

"You let me go!!"

"Alas, I almost forgot that wings are the body of the Flügel."

As if he had just remembered something, after the desire to hunt had diminished, the boy whose wicked taste became more and more obvious looked at the expression as if his virginity was in crisis, and sighed.

"By design, the base of the wing appears to be an organ ten times more sensitive to the Flügel than the reproductive area."

Then--

The words that sounded like a nightmare fell into Jibril's ears.

"This setting is really fun."

The girl looked at a certain guy's face with a slight smile like Moses, and for the first time in her life, she felt an emotion called fear.

"You...don't come here, woohoo."

......

Ten minutes later, Jibril stared straight at the sky with a hopeless expression on her face, with sparkling tears flashing from the corners of her eyes.

"Kill you, definitely kill you..."

Beside her, there was a certain crumb that made sure Jibril's feathers felt more comfortable than any duvet and pillow.

Maybe try asking for a pillow or quilt made of Flügel feathers the next time you go to see Ares.

After the origin was suppressed, the boy who seemed to have a bad personality began to show himself and others, ignoring the resentful muttering of the Flügel beside him, and looked forward to himself.

Next, it's time to have a good time.

The boy who had kidnapped the most special individual among the Flügel all at once looked into the distance.

As expected, he saw his next messenger.

A group of Flügel flew towards this side with a power called Tianyi.

emmm...

It would be wrong to say it was a messenger.

After all, in addition to counting on them, they also need to use the lives of these guys to send a favor to the God of War.

"Miaomiaomiao, let go of Xiaoji!!"

It was as if she had encountered something very unreasonable, the Flügel No. [-] individual who had been a bloodless and tearless weapon of war for thousands of years—Azrael yelled at the boy across from him like an idiot. shouting.

"Little Jeep, sister, I'm here to save you!!"

Run away! !