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

There will be a "rule" in every horror copy, which can be called the consciousness of the small world.

Jiang Cha was so bored that he couldn't discuss the dungeon world with other NPCs, let alone talk to "him", so he could only talk about the rules.

rule:"……"

"Do your own thing."

"You've become more and more lively lately."

"Oh." Jiang Chaan smiled slightly, "Really?" She just needed a chance to find this sharp blade that could kill gods for hundreds of millions of years.

Rules hummed.

"He won't like it."

Of course He won't like it.

He is alone.

Jiang Chaan didn't care whether he liked it or not, and said to the rules: "This woman's luck is shining like gold, and she looks delicious."

She licked her lower lip, held her chin, tilted her head on the desk, and looked at the woman diagonally across from her.

The other person's name was Ziying. She noticed that someone was looking at her and raised her head.

The two people's eyes collided in the classroom.

The woman frowned slightly, her eyes were cold and powerful.

Compared with her, Jiang Chaan looked too soft, and she looked exactly like a high school girl. The warm light in the classroom fell on her face, and she could see the fine fluff on her face, which was like the white fluff of a dandelion in spring. Likewise, those eyes were extremely dark, and there was a sickly air between the eyebrows.

She curved her lips and smiled at the woman.

Very harmless.

Ziying retracted her gaze, her face became colder, and she was spinning her pen in her hand, wondering what she was thinking about.

Jiang Chaan's lips curled up slightly.

This woman has very strong luck.It’s no wonder that in hundreds of millions of years of reincarnation, you can always meet a few “sons of destiny”. They are selected by the rules and given the title of destiny. After going through hardships, they can always get what they want in the end, and each copy is just them. As a stepping stone to become stronger, they will continue to harvest props, kill NPCs, become the king of the horror dungeon, and finally remain in the horror dungeon forever.

What a pity.

With the Son of Luck around, characters like the man in the suit can only be a stepping stone.

After the evening self-study, everyone went back to the dormitory.

Groups of twos and threes.

Jiang Siqi and Rao Yining took Jiang Chaan away with them. After returning to the dormitory, the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

It's hard to tell what it smells like, but it smells refreshing.

Their dormitory was still as it was when they left in the morning. One bed was empty. Jiang Chaan and Jiang Siqi's bedding on the lower bunk were neatly folded, only Rao Yining's was in a mess.

"Look, I just said that the dormitory aunt won't say anything at all, and there will be punishment for not folding the bedding well. It's all lies."

"You should wait until Auntie comes to check your bed before saying this." Jiang Siqi sat on the lower bunk.

Rao Yining snorted: "Who is to blame? It's not you."

"I'll do it for you tomorrow morning!!" Jiang Siqi said impatiently, carrying the washbasin to read them all. The moment the light was turned away, there seemed to be a smile on her face.

And in the other upper bunk, a new classmate came.

It's Ziying.

She lives here.

Packed his luggage very ably.

"Welcome." Jiang Chaan smiled at her with a soft voice.

"Yes." Ziying was very cold and spoke little. After cleaning up, she sat on the window sill and lit a cigarette, looking at the dark night outside the dormitory building. There was not a single student in the wide playground. , the lush trees were swaying, spreading thick shadows, and the shadows spread towards the teaching building standing under the dim street lights. (End of chapter)