After the evil god was mistaken for a weak cannon fodder [Unlimited]

Jane Bumian couldn't see anything, only the translucent barrage flashed in front of her eyes.

[Ah, why is it suddenly dark! !Can't see anything! 】

[? ? ?It's fine for Mianmianxi to be a mother, but why does she even have a child's father? ?Where is the child's father rwkk]

[After Michael said that Mianmian was going to sleep with the child's father, the light suddenly went out, and it always felt like it was extinguished by something invisible...]

[Is sleeping here a static action or a dynamic action? ? (suddenly turns yellow)]

I don't know how long it took.

In the darkened gallery, lights come on in twos and threes.

Other players came in with flashlight props.

The glare of the flashlight hit Jane Bumian and the little boy.

They saw a teary-eyed blond-haired foreign child hanging from a beautiful fair-skinned teenager.

The little boy was startled not only by the sudden extinguishing of the lights, but also by the person who broke in suddenly.

His whole body is like a rabbit, hanging limply on Jane Bumian's body, pulling Jane Bumian's clothes with both hands.

The holy robe is still a bit too lenient for Jane Bumian.The loose fabric was pulled by the little boy, and Jane Sleepless's neckline was completely ripped open, revealing half of her round, pink shoulders.

The portrait in the painting behind him quietly lowered his cold eyes.

If the figure is alive, it can not only see Jane Bumian's shoulders, but also the gap between the clothes and the upper body, which is very subtle.

Jane Bumian sensed that someone was approaching, quickly tore off the boy hanging on her body, straightened her clothes, and pretended nothing happened.

If you ignore the reddish ear tips that peeked out from his black hair.

It was a male player who suddenly walked into the gallery.

Under the light of the flashlight, Jian Bumian could clearly see the player's appearance. He had long pure white hair, bloodless lips, pale skin, and even his eyes were white, with only faint gray pupils visible.

It looks very weird.

It's like a creamy ice cream.

Jane sleeplessly thought.

The creamy cake player approached slowly, his eyes stayed on Jian Bumian and the little boy, and he frowned: "Are you new players? Stay here..."

He raised his head and saw the huge portrait behind Jane Bumian: "Do you want to identify this painting as a god?"

"..."

"Correct."

"why?"

"..." Jian Bumian felt that this player was quite familiar, why did he suddenly ask a strange player so many questions.

Of course it is because this painting has a delicious aroma of bread.

Soft and soft, white and fat bread taste.

Seeing that Jane Bumian didn't answer, the player just lowered his head, clutching the corners of his clothes with both hands, and his beautiful face was full of hesitation.

As an old player, he has been resting in his room, so he naturally doesn't know Jane Bumian's style in this dungeon.

He only looked at Jian Bumian's weak and beautiful appearance, raised his eyebrows, and said softly: "Although I don't want to have too much communication with newcomers, I still want to remind you that there is indeed something in the painting behind you, but , definitely not a god, but a demon who will make your life worse than death."

"No matter what reason you use, the copy and it will be judged unreasonable."

Immediately, he saw the young man raised his head in shock, the corners of his eyes were a little red, like a red and tender flower bud.

The young man hastily pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, as if he wanted to hide some emotions in his eyes.

The veteran player knew that he must be trying to hide his fear.

——However, Jane Sleepless did not.

He was blessed with long eyelashes, as long as he lowered his eyes, the thick and slender eyelashes would cover his eyes... At the same time, it also covered the glow of excitement overflowing from him.

... A demon that would make his life worse than death?

That must be powerful, right?It must taste delicious, right?

Simultaneously.

Jian Bumian noticed several incompatible barrages among the barrages exclaiming about his wife in the live broadcast room.

[This white-haired player, isn't Snowman, a member of the Star Hunter Alliance? ! 】

[Shouldn't his level be all high-difficulty dungeons of old players?He came here to find that NPC again? 】

[Let him give up, he can't find it! ,

A member of the Starhunter Alliance?Codename Yeti?

Jane Bumian is quite interested.

He raised his head and whispered, "Brother, are you a member of the Starhunter Alliance?"

The footsteps of the snowman turned and left stopped, and he turned around: "How do you know?"

"I heard what others said..." Jian Bumian said truthfully, he heard what the people in the live broadcast room said.

Jian Bumian hurriedly asked: "That's right, I want to ask, what kind of NPC is the favorite 'star' in your team?"

He asked Qin Yihan the same question last time.

But Qin Yihan was only a semi-novice player, and his answer was very vague.

This time, he met a player who was really interested in "stars".

This was the first time he took the initiative to talk to other players, he was a little unaccustomed, and kept fiddling with the corners of his clothes with his hands.

The little boy was wary of this white-haired strange man, he clung to his mother, frowning vigilantly, like a protective puppy, his fluffy tail exploded dangerously.

The snowman didn't expect this little beauty to ask such a question.

He chuckled: "He has never revealed his true appearance, and has always used various disguised forms. But as long as he appears in front of us, we will know that he must be a star."

"The premise is that he also wants to meet us."

Jane Bumian opened her eyes wide, a little confused: "Do you like him very much?"

He heard what Qin Yihan said before, and he subconsciously thought that those players had hatred for this NPC and wanted to capture and kill him alive.

Unexpectedly, it was completely different from what he thought.

The snowman froze in place, scratching his snow-white hair for a long while, and said falteringly: "Um...it should be, anyway, he is very different from other NPCs, he has saved many players, and said... he can take us away Infinite world..."

Salvation is a very foreign term in an infinite world, but it happened.

His voice became lower and lower, and finally he lowered his eyes and said softly: "But we haven't met him for a long time, and we can't detect his existence with various props."

Jian Bumian didn't expect that she would poke someone's heartache with a casual question.

He was a little flustered and embarrassed, standing there at a loss, his ears were red, and his white hands were clasped together in front of him.

Finally, he raised his hand and stroked the cold hair of the other party awkwardly: "Don't be sad, he must have been there all the time. By the way, I have a method that can lure that NPC with a certain probability."

Snowman frowned, puzzled.

Jane Bumian said solemnly: "Take something delicious and bring it with you, and he will come out."

He likes to devour delicious NPCs of the same kind. If someone uses this to tempt him, he will definitely come out.

That NPC must also like to eat it,... and he must not be able to withstand the temptation just like him.

After all, what a wonderful thing to eat.

He wanted to directly mention the delicious ghost, but he didn't say it because he was afraid of scaring the other party.

Anyway, something delicious is fine... right?

"........."

"what?"

The snowman was shocked.

The little boy who had been standing silently on the side suddenly burst into tears and held Jane Bumian's arm tightly.

The little boy obviously held back for a long time, his face was flushed, tears rolled out from the corner of his eyes like rain, and he faltered while crying:

"Mum, don't talk to this weird uncle, go back and sleep with Dad... Uh!"

Thinking of what he was going to say next, Jane Bumian blushed and covered the little boy's mouth.

The little boy's eyes were wide open, and the sea blue pupils were filled with crystal tears.

His mouth was covered by Jane Bumian's hand, and the tip of his lips touched the cool palm of the other party. The skin on the palm was very tender, revealing a faint fragrance.

It's a soothing milky scent.

...It seems that only the mother can have the smell.

The little boy immediately withdrew his tears and hiccupped.

"Michael, don't cry, I'll take you back now."

Jane Bumian couldn't help the annoying child, so she thought about taking him back to put him to sleep, and it wouldn't be too late to come out and eat the painting.

The expression of the white-haired player was even more astonished. He looked at the little boy, and then pointed to Jane Bumian: "Ah, this, he was... born to you?"

The existence of the infinite world is outrageous enough, and it may not be a strange thing for a man to have a child here.

Especially the beautiful and fragile boy in front of him.

Jane Bumian: "..."

The barrage in the live broadcast room was frantically swiping the screen.

【Hahaha, I really believe what I said, pass it on, Mianmian has a baby! 】

[Hand down, Mianmian gave birth to three children! 】

[Hand down, Mianmian gave birth to three children to three men at the same time! 】

【…】

The corner of Jane Bumian's mouth twitched, and she explained: "I didn't have a baby, and I definitely won't have one. This little boy is just an NPC."

"..." The white-haired player suddenly realized: "No wonder."

Jane's sleepless face was almost burning, he didn't look at the white-haired player again, and took the little boy out of the gallery in a panic.

As he walked, anger surfaced on his beautiful fair face, and he said in a trembling voice: "From now on, don't mention the word 'father' casually! Otherwise, I will really eat you!"

He used to only plan to eat ghost NPCs.

But for this kind of living NPC, it's not like he didn't want to eat it when he was forced to do so.

The little boy still hadn't stopped crying and hiccupping, his eyes were red like a rabbit, he suppressed the tears and sobbed: "Mom, but I really want to see my daddy...""

Jane Bumian: "..."

Forget it.

Jane Bumian turned her head, pretending not to hear the child's cry.

He never expected that the first NPC that gave him such a headache was not a delicious target, but a child.

Jane Bumian ignored the little boy and came to the church hall under the spiral staircase.

The countdown displayed on the dome has only one hour left.

Before the end of this hour, if you haven't identified the god you think, you will be obliterated.

Jian Bumian had already figured out who to identify, but he didn't come up with a suitable reason for the identification.

The reason is unreasonable, Jane Sleepless will be obliterated, let alone the ghost hidden in the painting can be released.

He scratched his head, feeling a little distressed, his slender brows furrowed.

...It is not easy for him to eat for food.

The little boy realized that he had caused trouble to his mother, and slowly stopped crying, his immature face was covered with wet tears.

If he had a tail, it would have drooped and curled up in a ball.

He raised his head and found that the other party seemed to have other concerns. He tugged on the corner of the other party's clothes, and his voice after crying was soft: "Mom, do you have other concerns? I'm very good, you can tell me oh."

"..."

Jane Bumian lowered her head and muttered casually: "It's nothing, I just can't get enough to eat."

The little boy blinked his sea-blue eyes: "Then why don't you go find Dad to eat?"

Jane Bumian: "..."

Every time the other party mentioned the word "father", he seemed to really assume the identity of "mother who gave birth to a child". His white ears were very red, and he felt a strange sense of shame in his heart.

——However, if it’s for food, it’s not impossible for him to substitute.

After all, people depend on food.

Jane Bumian squatted down and looked at the little boy at the same level, her caramel-colored eyes were crystal clear, reflecting the boy's immature and delicate face.

"Michael, do you really miss Dad?"

"Ok!"

Jane Bumian took the little boy's hand and chuckled lightly: "Then I'll take you to see Dad, okay?"

The barrage sent by the audience in the live broadcast room stopped immediately.

After a long time, a barrage slowly popped up.

[Jane does not sleep... What do you want to do? 】

The little boy was a little surprised that Jian Bumian agreed to see his father, his eyes filled with a sense of surprise like stars.

Jane Bumian pulled him, walked back to the dark gallery, and came to the end of the gallery.

The white-haired player has already left, and there is still only the lonely life-length portrait at the end of the gallery.

The man in the painting does not change his movements on his own like the "paintings" in other copies.

He is still standing in the painting, with his cloak hanging down to his military boots, and the tall figure in military uniform cuts off the dark light and shadow. The golden scepter is the only bright color in the painting.

The handsome face has no expression, like a perfect statue of a god, it will only stand on the palace forever, looking at all beings indifferently.

The flame of the oil lamp outside the painting flickers, reflecting the man's half-closed eyes. Through the long eyelashes, Jane can see that his eyes are golden.

The golden eyes flashed in the dark, and the people in the painting seemed to be slowly coming back to life.

But according to common sense, this is impossible. At most, everything can only be attributed to the painter's superb painting skills.

Jane Bumian was brought back to her senses by the little boy's cry.

The little boy was very puzzled as to why Jane Bumian would come back here again. He looked eagerly at the other party: "Mom, didn't you say you wanted to bring me to see Dad? I don't want to see this painting anymore, it's not pretty."

"You'll see your dad soon."

Jane Bumian said softly, her eyes did not fall on the little boy, he was still staring at the painting, the corners of his lips were raised high, and a crazy smile suddenly appeared on his pretty face.

"I'm going to identify 'God' as the man in the painting."

Big blood-red characters appeared in front of Jane Bumian.

[Please tell the reason. 】

Jane Bumian squatted down, and gently held the little boy in her arms, buried her chin in the other's soft golden hair, her eyes were downcast, and her expression was gentle.

He seems to be a young mother full of warmth, and the words he speaks are full of tenderness and tenderness.

"The person in the painting is the father of the child."

"Because of the father's love, the child's father must not have the heart to watch his child die in the plague. He will definitely eliminate the plague and save his child, and therefore everyone will be saved."

"So, that's why I think he's a god."

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