“Bored, boring…”

Ding Hao waved his hand to disperse the bustling small world in front of him. The creatures in the world drifted away like yellow sand, without any resistance or any accidents, because this itself is not the real world.

As a convergence of all the lamp gods in the world, the original lamp god sitting upright on the sea of ​​wishes, Ding Hao himself can travel through multiple worlds, and find some fun for himself while realizing his wishes in various senses.

Unfortunately, a certain music was a bit big. Multiple gods of the multiverse attacked Ding Hao at the same time. Ding Hao did not lose, but when the last anchor was cleared by the Creation Dragon King, he also lost in a sense.

The disappearance of the anchor will not have any impact on Ding Hao himself, but as the God of Lamp, he can only influence and observe other real worlds through those anchors. The anchor points are gone, and Ding Hao, who was born in this lonely and endless void, could only fall into a state of boredom.

Ding Hao also thought of being a Creator God once, but the Endless Void does not have the support of the world. If it is built out of thin air, it is not about having fun, it is about making trouble, it is boring.

I don’t know how long it has been floating, but finally, Ding Hao felt a hint of call from other universes. The quality of this call is very poor. The caller’s personal strength, willpower, etc. cannot compare with Ding Hao’s former anchor point, but he has no choice now.

"Hey! New World! This time I swear, I will be a good god of lamps, well, in all senses!"

Ding Hao pointed at the coordinates of the world carried by the shout, and a little spirituality passed through the endless void and arrived in a flash.

"Hey! Friend, today is your lucky day. The God of Lanterns favors you. You can make three wishes now!"

Ding Hao said to the man who fell to the ground in front of him very generously. Although this man was dressed in a torn manner, his face was cunning, and his soul tasted disgusting, Lord Lan Shen was very generous!

Sanders, as long as he has interests, does everything evil is synonymous with him. He sounds like a very amazing villain, but in Hell's Kitchen, he is just one of many minions among many gangs.

Ten minutes ago, Sanders' gang was launched by someone. In an instant, a blood hole appeared in his head, the same type as the person who was traveling in Lincoln's car, and you can directly see the back from the front.

As an inconspicuous little guy in the gang, relying on his low priority, Sanders successfully saved his life to this day. Unfortunately, this time the "superhero" is the kind of evil-killing thing. His life is like a candle in the wind, but now, a turning point seems to have appeared.

Sanders's eyes kept jumping on the bullets that were staying in the air. There were ripples radiating the air behind the bullets set in the air, just like the plot in the movie.

I survived?!

No! It’s me that has developed!

Sanders' eyes became hot when he looked at Ding Hao. He instantly accepted the meaning represented by the God of Lamp, and was so excited that he trembled all over and got up from the ground.

Ding Hao dragged a small golden kettle on the palm of his right hand, and there was a wick with a nod on the spout. A faint yellow mist gushed out from the spout and fell down, forming Ding Hao's current spiritual body.

When making a wish, you must have a sense of ritual. Although it is not very meaningful, he is handsome!

"Hey, you can make a wish."

Ding Hao looked at the battlefield with his eyes and said to Sanders casually, if it weren't for the anchor point, the broken red wine glasses and scattered corpses here would be more attractive to Ding Hao than the guy in front of him. This is the real world~ Awesome!

"Great God of Lamps, I wish to let him die!"

Sanders shouted loudly at the killer who was also fixed. He knew the code name of this person, the famous Punisher, but today, the Punisher is about to die at his hands!

"Oh, that's very simple."

Just when Ding Hao was about to realize Sanders' wish, Sanders suddenly reacted, and his greed surged into his brain, and he was confused and immediately changed his words.

"No, no, no, great god of lamps, this is not my first wish, let me think about it again!"

Now, Ding Hao was a little interested. Looking at Sanders who was jumping up and down like a monkey, thinking about how to maximize profits, Ding Hao knew why he could hear his voice.

This person's greed is placed in the abyss, and it is also first-class. He is so greedy that he can break through the oppression of death and even dare to repent in front of the God of Lamps. This is not something that ordinary people can do.

"I want to be God! If not, the strongest person under God can do it too!"

After thinking hard, Sanders clapped his hands hard and looked at Ding Hao with desire.

What a boring wish... What a stupid statement...

Ding Hao's interest disappeared all of a sudden. He threw out the lamp pot in his hand, and Sanders was sucked into it all at once, with his frozen face of expectation.

"I announce that you are the God of Lamps now." Ding Hao then said, "Your first wish has come true."

Sanders' sense of security, trapped in the lamp pot, was defeated by a sudden accident. His panic occupied his brain, and his second wish blurted out, "No, no, no, I want to change back to his original appearance!"

"Yes, there is one left, hurry up." Ding Hao released Sanders.

Greedy people are sometimes very interesting to Ding Hao, but greedy and brainless guys are boring. Moreover, Ding Hao has heard too much about this kind of person and this kind of similar wishes before, and there is no novelty at all.

Sanders, who reappeared, patted his chest in panic. He seemed to realize that the Lamp God was not easy to talk to, but as soon as he left the danger, the word greed would always occupy his brain.

"My last wish is three more wishes!"

Sanders gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and finally decided to gamble.

Ding Hao's good mood and last little patience were completely gone. With a wave of his right hand, Sanders' thoughts were pulled for a long time. His three new wishes will be buried by time and will never be released.

At the end of the wishing session, Ding Hao gained an anchor with very poor quality, and his goal turned to the punisher who had recovered his ability to move.

"Hey, make a wish? All three wishes are free~" Ding Hao moved his eyebrows, and the lamp pot floated back to his right hand, and sent his invitation to the punishment Frank.
Chapter completed!