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

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.

The black bow tie is neatly tied to the neckline of the school uniform shirt, which complements the small gray suit jacket. The hem of the pleated skirt hangs on the ground, and every fold is full of gray indifference and taboo.

The person who sat silently in the chair finally had a reaction.

The fingers hanging under the black robe had slender and cold knuckles, and that sickly pale feeling was colder and more terrifying than the whiteness in the mortuary.

His fingertips did not touch her. Instead, he held the Death Sickle with complex and cruel patterns and used the blade to lift her chin.

Jiang Cha'an was forced to look up.

The neck stretched out in a dying and fragile arc.

She looked up at him devoutly and docilely, her long black eyelashes fluttered several times, her pupils were so black and pure, like glass balls inlaid on a doll, she repeated: "Master."

Kneel down and look up to the supreme God.

But God slaughtered all living beings, cold-blooded and ruthless, coming from the eighteenth hell, which means the god of death.

"All dead?"

The empty principal's office.

There is a moon outside.

His voice sounded, low and hoarse, without any human emotion, without mechanism temperature.

Deja Vu.

Jiang Cha'an was used to his voice, so she didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and a smile appeared on her pale and delicate face.

"They disturbed the master's cleanliness, and they deserve death."

She hadn't planned to do it so quickly.

But they tried to enter the principal's office.

itself violates all rules.

"really obedient."

He was calm.

It's like rewarding a pet picked up by the side of the road.

In fact, Jiang Cha'an was indeed picked up by him.

Who he was, where he came from, she didn't know anything, only that he was above the rules of the entire infinite horror and ruled everything.

Sometimes Jiang Cha'an would wonder if he was the one who pulled her into the death space.

I don't think so.

The voice that responded to her that day was too mechanical and cold.

Doesn't fit him.

And he didn't have to.

It has been a long time to know him, and I have crossed the long river of life and kneaded into the bone marrow.

Sometimes Jiang Cha'an would think about it.

Who is he.

The clock in the principal's office is ticking.

It's approaching midnight.

Task reincarnation, time backtracking.

"Can I see you next time?" she asked.

"Want to see me?"

The cold blade, the cruel killing intent.

The temperature against the chin was trembling, and the scalp was numb.

His voice fell from overhead.

Jiang Chaan took his hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand.

"Because I love you."

"My beloved master."

sooner or later.

kill you.

For a moment, she smiled brightly and strangely.

Only by killing him can she regain her freedom. She will not always be his scythe. She has been waiting for this opportunity.

In the long cycle of time.

She is always looking for something.

Death has no heart.

She will take out his heart and open his veins.

Watch him die like a hole.

And she was born again.

My beloved master.

This will be the perfect gift from me.

"clatter."

When the minute and hour hands overlap.

A strong sense of dizziness hit.

Turn around.

The whole world keeps going backwards.

The figure in front of him disappeared.

One last look.

Jiang Chaan seemed to have met a pair of dark purple cold eyes.

Devour her.