Two-dimensional world book

Turning the doorknob, Britz opened the door and saw a woman sitting with her back to him. The room was also full of a strong smell of smoke.

"Didn't you come here because you had something to tell me?"

Seeing that his creator dared to pretend to be aggressive in front of him, Britz couldn't bear it decisively. He raised his revolver and said coldly, "Yeah! I want to say more than the stars in the sky. I just want to ask for it here. After that, I’m afraid there’s not enough time, so just—"

"I plan to use bullets instead of language and come here to say everything." Almost at the same time, Junhe Steed and Britz said exactly the same words in unison.

"Why?!" As soon as the voice fell, Britz was shocked. The other party was just an ordinary person, why could he know what he wanted to say, and it was not bad.

Junhe Junma turned his face lazily, and said in a tone of voice as it should be: "This is a matter of course, if I arranged it, I would write it, I am your god!"

"The mood is even worse. A woman like you will be the god of my world. I might as well pray to a pile of cow dung."

Britz laughed at himself, how much he once hoped that the gods in the dark could help him a little bit and save his lovely daughter, but in the end, his father and daughter had such a miserable destiny. The shit god arranged it by one hand.

Junhe Junma said unmovedly: "Britz, if you want to use a gun to solve all this, it's okay. But questions and everything else will go into the coffin with me. Do you think this is really good?"

"Is it...?" Britz's face loosened slightly. He realized that he could accurately find his creator and stepped into the game set by the opponent.

Just like Junhe Junma said, she knew him best, even what she wanted to say, so his thoughts were also within the Creator's expectations.

However, Britz chose to give his creator a suspended death sentence. After all, he was not worried about an ordinary human being able to engage in moths in front of his sophisticated bounty hunters.

"Just take it! You have a lot of questions you want to ask!" Junhe Junma blew out a smoke bubble, and said with his legs upright.

"As you said, if my daughter is in hell, I don't have much to say. So I will ask you a few questions, right? Lord."

Junhe steed pushed the burning cigarette butts into the ashtray. There were already a large number of deformed cigarette butts lying in the jar. She had smoked most of the pack, and her mind was clearer than ever.

"No problem, ask!"

"You are the creator of my world. This matter doesn't matter to me now. I just go straight to it. You plan carefully and write the plot. The responsibility lies with you. Then I ask you why..." Britz takes He pointed the gun at Junhe Junma and asked coldly, but before he finished speaking, he was cut off by Junhe Junma again.

"Why does my daughter have to die in that way?" Junhe Junma paused briefly before he smiled: "There is only one answer! Because of this, the story will become more interesting."

"boom--!"

"what."

The gunshots and screams sounded at the same time. Hearing such an answer, Britz couldn't help it anymore, and directly squeezed the trigger to give his creator a taste.

"Are you crooked, aren't you a god? Don't you have a little compassion?" Britz gritted his teeth and asked, and at the same time recalled in his mind what Lin Mo had said...

The so-called creators, they do not kill with a knife, but with a pen. Even if they die with this stroke, they can't see it, they can't experience it, and they won't feel the slightest guilt. , Is also a plot used to entertain and increase fun.

"Cough cough..." The Junhe horse fell on the ground with a mouth full of blood, and raised his head to look at the frosty Britz and said: "What do you think I painted your world for? To give you a quiet rest? Of course? No, idiot. Of course it’s for the audience. As long as it makes the story interesting and let more people see it, no matter how unfortunate it becomes, I will do it without hesitation. Including killing people and turning the world upside down. "

Britz shook his head. He no longer had any expectations. His creator was far more villainous, scumbag, and ruthless than he thought.

"Yes, although you are a god, you are an evil god."

"You are really ugly." Junhe Junma retorted: "Altaïr on your side still has a demon god, don't you still intend to destroy the world? There is actually no difference between me."

"Motivation and ideals are very important. At least I think her creator is a person worthy of loyalty, but you are not the same." Britz sarcastically, the more you look at your creator, the more disgusting Bi Xiang is.

"It's really a shame that you can tell that for the sake of selfish desire to form a gang to avenge, is this what the storyteller will do? This is not a story at all, but a children's farce."

Britz said: "You are the so-called winner! A person like you will not understand the humiliation experienced by others."

"Who is successful in the first place? Stupid." Junhe Junma clutched his abdomen, sat up and complained: "Do you know how many painful nights I have gone through? In order to be able to scrutinize and create you, I dig my heart. Do you know how much the lungs cried? Don't say such despising words. Everyone walked one step at a time. Her death can only be said that she is not suitable for being in this circle."

"Don't say it is the same as dystocia! The pain you have caused me is far more than ten thousand times this!" Britz said coldly: "I can't understand or don't want to understand yours. I create tragedy for entertainment. , For the pleasure of others, you are the kind of hopeless madmen! Then you should also be sent on the road, rest assured, my marksmanship is accurate and can blow your head."

"Hehe, I said Britz, how much you hate me, I know better than you, but why am I waiting for you here?" Junhe Junma suddenly laughed and asked back.

Chapter 2109 Father And Daughter Reunion, Instigate Rebellion

"Hehe, I said Britz, how much you hate me, I know better than you, but why should I wait for you here?" Junhe Junma laughed suddenly with everything under control, and asked back.

"Huh?" Britz was stunned, can the other party have a look at it?

"There is only one reason, and that is to shake you up and defeat Altaïr and the Demon God for his own daughter." Junhe Junma believed himself.

"Cut, what are you talking about? I am looking for your revenge for my daughter." Britz felt that his creator was really crazy and started talking nonsense.

"No, I am right, because I am a god!" Jun Ha Junma smiled contemptuously.

"BOOM!" The door suddenly exploded, and one after another heavily armed soldiers rushed in, immediately surrounded Britz and raised their guns at Britz.

"It's too late, I got a shot." Junhe Junma vomited.

"Huh?" Britz saw the blonde and green-eyed girl behind the Self-Defense Force soldier who broke in. She was completely stunned. He couldn't believe what he saw.

The girl and Britz have the same pupil color, and they are quite cute. When they stepped forward, Ruannuo said, "Dad."

"Alina..." Tears flickered in Britz's eyes, and when he saw his daughter again, his paternal love and debt to his daughter broke out all at once, and he hugged his daughter.

Britz loves his daughter more than his own life, and what makes him the most painful is that he took the life of his own daughter with his own hands. This is the last thing that can forgive himself as a father, and now, the lost daughter, once again Appearing in front of him, this time, he swears, for the sake of his daughter, he can be an enemy of the world, never underestimate the determination of a father.

"Brietz, what did I just say, I am your god!" Seeing the reunion of father and daughter, Junhe Junma knew that he had succeeded.

"Why... how did you do it?" Calming down, Britz turned his head and stared at his creator. He was pretty sure that his daughter was dead and died in front of him, but the one who appeared in front of him now was nothing. Undoubtedly his biological daughter.

"It took a lot of effort to summon her back. After all, there is no magician in the'world' I created, but for other worlds."

"Could it be..." Britz immediately thought of Meteora, and only she had such an ability.

"Yes, it's Meteora, she is the strongest wizard. Thanks to this animation linkage, we have combined a new plot to connect Meteora's world with yours and recreate A dimensional door rescued Alina who turned around.” Junhe Junma explained that although it was simple, it was really difficult to operate. For this reason, there was an issue about Ai. Lina's rescued PV made the audience buy the bill and paid for the'recognition power' to recover the'bento' that was distributed.

Britz let go of his hand, and the revolver fell on the floor tiles with a slap, and the old tearful apologized: "Sorry, Alina, not only did Dad fail to protect you, he shot you..."

"No, I only expected it to end everything. I didn't blame you, Dad." Alina also shed tears. She knew that her father loved herself deeply. Once she died, the living father had to bear it. The great pain of bereavement.

"But... Dad is really dereliction of duty..." Britz blamed himself.

"There is no such thing, I love you, I can see it again and say it again, I'm so happy, Dad!" Alina said affectionately, nestling tightly in Britz's Arms.

Seeing the warm scene between father and daughter, Junhe Junma didn't want to break it, but time is waiting for no one. He interrupted: "Now is the critical time, Britz, your daughter has returned. You plan to do this? Are you planning to be loyal to Altaïr, and then see your daughter die again? Or take those guys away and return to your own world with your daughter.

Britz stared at his creator in a daze. He was willing to eat this wave of sugar-coated cannonballs and sighed: "Just ask, did you plan to instigate them in the first place?""

Whether Britz is an idiot, he has seen the cause and effect, he has no choice, and he also needs to fight for his daughter.

"There are plans for this, but the demon king is too cunning and will not give us this opportunity..." Junhe Junma didn't hide it, and said with a wry smile.

The Demon King’s camp, Altaïr and the Demon God, are basically incurable types. Princess Jun Ji was forced to death because of her creator and hated this world. It was harder for her to let go of her hatred than to ascend to the sky.

Demon God, from all aspects, his wisdom is like a demon, there is no flaw at all, and the power is so strong that he is suffocating. The most important thing is that he has a terrible ulterior purpose, and there is no possibility of reconciliation.