Chapter 019 The Coming of the Gods (XIX)

At this moment, Dong Jin's MVP highlights were being replayed outside the window.

As if in response to the rain in the dark night on the screen, the planet under his feet also began to rain without warning.

At first it was intermittent, but when Dong Jin opened his mouth, the humid feeling in the air suddenly reached its peak.

The next second, it was a heavy rain.

Dong Jin, who had not received any answer, stared at Lei Ming outside the window quietly.

In this dangerous atmosphere that was about to explode, the information sent in real time by the "Eye of Truth" was like adding insult to injury.

The information about Lei Ming read as follows:

[Leiming, the god of darkness and drama. ］

［Status: Forbearance, restraint, and self-control. ］

［In the deepest night, he suppressed the heaviest murderous intent. ］

［Cherish every minute and every second of the present, perhaps this is your last breath. ］

After offering a day of life, Dong Jin was able to see part of the state of this god, but he did not expect to see words of death.

So at this moment, he no longer had any luck.

While trying to contact the will of the universe to borrow life, he secretly selected some escape routes he had thought of before.

As the organizers of the "chosen by God", the gods and demons of the highest universe can descend at will in the seven universes participating in the trial, but their strength and authority are greatly restricted by the will of each universe.

As a god, Lei Ming is naturally also within the scope of restrictions.

If he took the initiative to attack the trialists from other universes during the God's Chosen Period, he would only be more seriously injured than the trialists in the backlash.

So as long as he could find the right time to escape smoothly, and then let the will of the universe help him cover his tracks, there was still hope that he could survive until the next trial. After

making up his mind, Dong Jin didn't even raise his hand to take out the weapon from the bag on his waist. He just unconsciously glanced to the right of Lei Ming - that was the direction of the spaceship field on this planet. This long-silent god suddenly moved.

In just a moment, the bony hand suddenly grabbed his throat, and half-held him, smashing a large piece of the French window, and crashing all the way from the window to the cold wall of the bedroom.

Through the rising smoke and the damp water vapor that instantly suppressed the smoke, Dong Jin endured the severe pain in his back, half-closed his eyes and met the beast-like golden eyes that were close at hand.

In the column of Lei Ming's status, the original "self-restraint" had turned into "rage".

... This madman.

He should have thought of it earlier.

In the previous thousand midnights, Lei Ming could chase him down with both sides injured as a referee, let alone now?

Even if the backlash in the real world is heavier and deeper, what does it matter to this madman who doesn't care about life and death?

- He has to say something.

- If he doesn't say something, I'm afraid this will really be his last breath.

Just as Dong Jin quickly composed all kinds of flattering words and laid out all kinds of benefits to exchange, the god of night and drama slowly raised his other hand, and then carelessly stroked the corner of his eye with his rough fingertips and said:

"Shh... don't talk."

"I'm tired of your eloquence. If you say something nonsense now..."

Dong Jin instantly understood the unspoken threat of the other party after feeling that Lei Ming's fingertips that could easily tear apart all prey were always vaguely crossing his eye sockets.

He didn't want to be gouged out, so he chose to remain silent.

After he lowered his eyes and remained silent, Lei Ming, who was originally full of murderous intent because he saw Dong Jin's intention to escape, gradually calmed down.

In this silence that was both subtle and frostbitten, the god's cold golden eyes followed his fingertips and slowly moved from the corner of Dong Jin's eye to his right cheek that was cut by the glass.

At this moment, blood was flowing down Dong Jin's face.

After noticing the beautiful traces that looked like tears of blood, Lei Ming's gaze paused slightly, and then his fingers continued to move down, finally stopping at the earring on Dong Jin's right ear that he had just put on.

Dong Jin didn't know what Lei Ming was thinking at this moment.

He only felt that every inch of his skin that was looked at by the other party was like being licked by a snake and burning like fire.

Could it be that this guy wanted to scald him to death?

"The Godhead of Daylight, that Kai guy is really generous." After a while, Lei Ming's evil nails lightly touched the crystal that Dong Jin was holding, and his words with a sneer directly proved that Dong Jin's previous guess was correct.

The unknown crystal was indeed the Godhead of Daylight.

As for the Kai mentioned by Lei Ming, he was probably the God of Carnival.

Just when Dong Jin was a little distracted, this god who didn't want to kill or not, and didn't give a quick death at all, spoke again:

"Why don't you say anything?"

You have threatened my eyes, do I dare to say anything?

Dong Jin looked at the deep scars on the edge of Lei Ming's mask, which were at the same position as his own, and then looked at his right hand, which was bleeding from the blows from strangling his throat. He was too lazy to complain about this moody lunatic.

After noticing that the other party's murderous intention had subsided, he seized the opportunity and said, "If this thing suits your taste, you can take it."

"You?" Lei Ming repeated this honorific with interest, and then said with a smile, "Do you remember how many times you scolded me before, Dong Jin? With your bad temper, isn't it a bit too late to pretend to be respectful now?"

Dong Jin seemed to see something from Lei Ming's attitude at this moment.

He tentatively reached out and took off the earrings.

After finding no resistance, he pulled out his belt neatly, took off the bag full of throwing knives from the belt and threw it aside, then raised his hands to show weakness and said, "I surrender."

Lei Ming looked at the belt he threw away with an ambiguous look.

Dong Jin's face and his actions just now looked more like throwing himself into someone's arms than surrendering.

Unfortunately, he was not Kai, so this trick didn't work on him.

Even though he thought about it, Lei Ming's murderous intent was clearly reduced by half.

After two consecutive attempts, Dong Jin finally determined that Lei Ming didn't have to kill him tonight.

It seemed that for some unknown reason, the god was hesitant between killing him and letting him go.

His previous attempt to escape happened to stimulate Lei Ming's hunting heart, which broke the balance between the two, causing him to be unable to suppress his killing desire for a while.

After the deadlock gradually eased, Dong Jin, who didn't want to be too passive, began to test further:

"I assume that you don't intend to strangle me? Then can you loosen your hand around my throat? If this continues, if the injury is too severe, I may owe you."

Lei Ming didn't comment on his words, but asked meaningfully: "How much are you going to owe?"

Dong Jin, who couldn't figure out his intention for a while, replied casually: "For example, some energy you don't need?"

Dong Jin thought there was nothing wrong with what he said. The next second, Lei Ming really loosened his hand that was strangling his neck.

But after that, he slowly used his divine power to recover from his injuries and said: "Dong Jin, since you mentioned energy..."

"Then have you ever thought about where the energy you got in those thousand midnights came from?"

Of course I thought about it.

Dong Jin, who always didn't care about his face, felt a little guilty when he suddenly heard Lei Ming talking about this.

Lei Ming, who was treating his facial injury, continued:

"The gods and demons of the highest universe have no difference in the nature of their power, but other universes divide us into two categories, one is gods and the other is demons. Do you know what the standard is for distinguishing between gods and demons? - The way to gain power."

"Those called demons don't talk about rights and morals. As long as there is a chance, they will plunder the lower universes without scruples. As for those called gods, they will play a clearance game with the lower universes at the cost of resources under the premise of fair trade."

"The winner takes all, and the loser loses."

"Dong Jin, what do you think of when you mention games?"

"Then a thousand midnights, a thousand dreams, are a thousand games."

"Although the big banker of these thousand games is the cosmic will of our universe, I, who built the dream world, can be considered half a banker. I have been the banker a thousand times and lost a thousand games in a row..."

"Dong Jin, guess how much energy I have left after those thousand nights?"

I don't guess. Dong Jin wanted to pretend that he didn't understand Lei Ming's veiled speech.

However, the next second, Lei Ming raised his chin, looked him in the eye and said:

"A mortal's life is about one hundred years. If you calculate it this way, Dong Jin, I have lost all my savings of a hundred lifetimes because of you."

"Not only that, in order to find you, I owe a lot of energy to the cosmic will. I have to sit in that boring commentary seat and even have to attend the opening ceremony just now. Now what do you say I should do?"

I didn't ask you to find me. Dong Jin, who sensed Lei Ming's resentment, was not stupid enough to say such words.

Knowing the cause and effect, he already understood the key to his survival tonight, so he stared at Lei Ming's dark golden eyes that were close at hand, raised his eyelids and said word by word: "Then you bet with me again."

"The trialer who becomes FMVP can become a god, and the universe with FMVP can be upgraded, so what about the god who is chosen by God to be FMVP? Will he also get a qualitative ascension?"

"If so, then bet with me again."

"Just bet that I can keep winning like a thousand midnights, and bet that I will be the only FMVP in the seven universes."

"When that happens, what you lost in the past thousand nights will be won back thousands of times in my future."

Lei Ming stopped laughing after hearing this.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Dong Jin's unique eyes very calmly.

At this moment, the golden eyes seemed to have flames gradually ignited.

Dong Jin could even feel the temperature of the other's hand on his shoulder rising suddenly.

After a long time, so long that the rain outside the window became more and more violent, and the thunder roared continuously, the god replied in a low voice: "...I have been betting for a long time."

As early as the first second Dong Jin entered the trial field, Lei Ming bet that he would definitely be the final FMVP.

So he chose Dong Jin without hesitation, and even put his only remaining true godhood on Dong Jin.

Obviously, what Dong Jin said was what he had thought of a long time ago. Obviously, the purpose of his coming here tonight was to make Dong Jin completely accept his divine choice. Why was he so upset when things developed exactly as he expected?

Lei Ming, who had long been accustomed to endurance, did not show any abnormality at this moment.

He just picked up the Bai Day Godhead that was thrown aside and tied it to Dong Jin's right ear again, and then said in an indiscernible way:

"Remember what you said today."

"You'd better pray that you are always the MVP. Otherwise, the day you fail will be the day you die."

In response, Dong Jin smiled and replied: "Of course."