Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

She longs to get out.

On the day she was selected by the game, her soul was pulled into the illusory space of death.

That's where she's never been.

"Hunting and killing players." In the empty and silent space, there is mist, and there is always a vast whiteness with no end in sight. There is no hope of life, and no end of death.

A girl was sitting on the ground, wearing a white dress, covered with scars, like an angel with broken wings, so fragile that she would disappear into the world in the next second, turning into bits of starlight pouring down like quicksand.

She raised her head slightly, with a slight smile on her clean and beautiful face.

When you see her, you seem to see hope in the long drowsy and exhausted night, run to her, sink in, it is the destination.

Finally tore off the cruel coat.

is an illusion.

Hell is empty.

"This time, it's my turn."

The sweet and mellow voice is like the greenest honey, the apple at the beginning of the Garden of Eden, bewitching whoever eats the seeds of evil thoughts.

"As for my wish..."

The voice is getting lower and lower, blurred in the empty world, and can no longer be heard clearly. It is the Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale who slowly fell into a deep sleep with the rose.

Out of the roses come thorns.

A pair of pure black pupils are different from ordinary people. The smile on his face is as gorgeous as summer flowers, but his eyes are as quiet as an abyss.

She didn't smile at all.

"I'm very greedy, will you satisfy me?"

It's been a long, long time.

A deep and calm male voice resounded from the space of the god of death. It came from another dimension of the world, and it was heard from a distance. Get angry.

"As long as you want."

Whispers of demons.

Who makes the contract.

Willingly drink the fruit.

It's just such an empty space, Jiang Cha'an was only lucky enough to enter it once.

[The game will reincarnate in one hour, please prepare npc. 】

[Countdown at 59 minutes and 59 seconds...]

Jiang Cha'an turned off the virtual screen and walked out, staring at her back with both eyes, the girl's face remained unchanged.

The teaching building has seven floors, and the principal's office is on the top floor.

She was wearing small leather shoes, stepping on the stairs step by step, making a rattling sound, and her slender legs in the gray pleated skirt walked up.

His back merged into the vast darkness.

Until it stopped at the door of the principal's office.

Jiang Cha'an raised her hand.

Knocked on the office door.

"When, when."

Two very regular sounds.

She slowly opened the door, making an old creaking sound.

The entire seventh floor is in a silent and depressing atmosphere, without any sound, as if there is a demon dormant at the end, who is staring at you.

In the deep night, the lights in the principal's office were not turned on, and a figure could be vaguely discerned sitting on the chair.

Lazy and blurred cold texture, like the ghosts dominating eighteen hells.

Most of the outlines were hidden in the complete darkness, making it hard to distinguish.

It reminds people of the sickle waved by the god of death, and the moonlit night is cold.

Jiang Cha'an lowered her eyes and walked slowly in front of him.

The sound of footsteps was almost nonexistent.

The girl's little leather shoes stopped.

She lowered her eyes, holding the textbook in both hands, half kneeling on the ground on one knee, almost devout and worshiping the gods, tame to the extreme.

Kneel before him.

"Owner."

The voice is hoarse.

The slender and long black eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the pale eyelids, depicting the lines of Joan's nose and cherry lips flickering, exquisite but strangely ordinary, like someone's marionette dancing on the tip of a knife.