10, the death of the zombie king

Feng Xiaobing was stunned and didn't expect that this so-called god would ask himself such a question.

To become a god? What is God? Why do you want to become a god?

Looking at Feng Xiaobing, who was a little stunned, as if he had seen through his doubts, the 'God' suddenly changed his tone and said in an ethereal and strong ** tone.

"Become a god and become the supreme existence of this world. Everyone crawls at your feet. In your eyes, all creatures are ants, life or death, existence or death, only you say"

Feng Xiaobing looked at God, suddenly raised his right hand, habitually grabbed the back of his head, and asked, "Then?"

"Then?..."

God obviously did not think of the so-called 'then' problem, and he was also stunned.

Feng Xiaobing suddenly laughed and said:

"Then, I can enjoy manipulating the life and death of all things like you every day. When I am happy, I will give sweetness to the parity, and let them sing praise and worship. If I am unhappy, I will say a cult rebellion, and let them fall into the sea of blood. If I am interested, I will appear as God. The holy light shines on it, and I will have fun in their foolish appearance. No After chatting, it becomes someone who peeps in the middle of the night..."

God gradually frowned with Feng Xiaobing's words and nodded repeatedly, "Exactly, you really have potential, haha, I like..."

"But, I have a problem," Feng Xiaobing looked at God: "What will you do if I become the supreme existence? What should I do with you?"

"Well, this, God is also a level. You need to be loyal to me and give me your soul fragments, and I can transform you into a complete spiritual body. There is nothing else in the world that can threaten your existence except me. And as long as you are loyal to me, I can promise that I will never interfere with your rule over the world. What do you think?

Feng Xiaobing looked at the endless god and said word by word, "I think you are sick"

As soon as the words fell, Feng Xiaobing's thunderous straight fist went straight to the door of his god, as if he had not yet reacted from Feng Xiaobing's angry scolding, and his spirit did not move.

"Hum~~~", the pure physical power that is strong enough to penetrate the heavy palace gate suddenly encountered great resistance at the distance from the divine face door, and it seems that with the difficult approach, the resistance also rises into a geometric index. Finally, it completely stops at the tip of the god's nose.

Feng Xiaobing's face turned red, and all the strength gathered in this punch. The original fragmented and abnormal space around him seemed to have some subtle changes. Near the fist, extremely small fragments continued to produce, and then it seemed to be flattened by some invisible force.

The corners of God's eyes jumped slightly and said angrily, "Why, why don't you want to be the supreme existence? You have been trying to enhance your strength. Isn't that why?"

Feng Xiaobing gritted his teeth and tried to support his right arm, which was getting more and more stressed. He tried to shout from the gap between his teeth and said, "Let go of your/mom/dog stinky fart. I don't want to be a boring guy like you. I'm getting stronger to protect my woman, my friends, protect my people, and a very important point. If I want to do it, I will be the boss. I won't be a slave to others, and I can't be a god."

"Protect others? Humph, it's ridiculous. A woman? A friend? Become a god, what kind of woman do you want? After becoming a god, everyone should be loyal to you. What's the use of friends? Since you despise my kindness so much, then die." God was very angry and finally lost his temper. His right hand was slightly raised, and an irresistible force enveloped Feng Xiaobing's whole body.

God's strength is really immeasurable. Feng Xiaobing sighed helplessly. His whole body was suspended in the air like a weak creature pinched by a strong man's neck. The power that enveloped his whole body seemed to flatten him at any time.

Struggled in vain, Feng Xiaobing tried his best to encourage his mouth to become like a stone, and said, "The woman who takes away." It's ridiculous. Only slaves have no friends... I understand that God is the most pitiful thing, love, friendship, poor... You... You don't understand, do you? As for the family affection... Dare to ask, you... Do you fucking know who your mother is?"

God was stunned, and then the corners of his eyes jumped wildly, and his face became twisted and ferocious. He could no longer maintain the calmness of controlling everything in the palm of his hand and shouted, "Damn humble microbes, you will pay the price for your arrogance. Go to die."

God's open right palm closed, and Feng Xiaobing in the air was silently smashed. His whole body, as well as his hair and cells, were crushed and dissipated at the same time, as if he had never existed in the world.

Feng Xiaobing only felt that his body was tight, and then he found that he had become a familiar 'ghost' state again, flying uncontrollably into the air. However, this feeling of nothingness could also feel tight and was fixed in the air again.

God stared at Feng Xiaobing in the air fiercely. The viciousness in his eyes was not like a god, but more like a demon. He gritted his teeth and said with hatred, "The demise of the body is not enough to dispel my anger. Damn things, your soul will float high in the sky, endure months of pain in the ionosphere and finally disappear, and the kind engraved into the soul. The pain will make you regret the offense to me today."

After saying that, God's right hand loosened, and the shackles on Feng Xiaobing's body disappeared. With the slight air flow in the room, it floated obliquely upwards. The palace wall and curtain could not form any obstacles to him. In this way, it floated helplessly and disappeared into the palace wall.

"Eh?" Suddenly, God's right palm turned over, and two bright spots appeared in his hand.

"What is it? Humph, pretend to be a ghost and show your true form, or you will disappear forever." God's anger has not disappeared.

"Don't, don't, great god, I'm Peng Caifu. We are willing to be your most loyal servant." A little man in a straw skirt and lipstick appeared in the palm of God, and the dream reluctantly showed his real body. He wore a long skirt, with sadness between his eyebrows, and secretly looked in the direction of Feng Xiaobing's disappearance.

God was obviously stunned by Peng Cai wipe, who showed his real body. He turned his eyes to the dream in disgust, and then seemed to ask curiously, "What about you? What are you?" I can't see your prototype."

The dream did not answer God's question, which made his face a little angry. I'm afraid that God, who was seriously angry with Feng Xiaobing, could no longer tolerate any contempt.

Pengchai turned his little eyes and quickly said, "Well, this is my friend, hey hey, I understand, you see, he is a girl, in fact... In fact... Hey hey, you must understand."

After saying that, as if to relieve God's doubts, Pengchai wiped forward and touched the dream.

The dream of bowing his head and meditating was attacked by the little pervert and was furious. With a sound of Peng, it turned into a familiar queen's dress. A long whip slapped his head and hit Pengchai, who was already ready to hold his head.

"Ouch... Well, hum~~~~, come again..., use a little force... It's so cool~~~"

"Uh...." God was obviously struck by thunder. Suddenly, he trembled, shook his right palm and shouted, "Go to hell, human beings are so dirty from body to soul. You are destined to be captive pigs."

Never before has such an angry god used fire energy back and forth on the palm of his hand several times before gradually regaining his composure.

It seems that nothing has ever happened in the room, the gentle moonlight, the 'Feng Xiaobing' standing quietly in the moonlight.

Turning around, 'Feng Xiaobing' looked at the soft and comfortable big ** tired and sleeping dragon, and his soft and delicate shoulders were beautiful and charming in the gentle moonlight.