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

The wind blew through the hem of the girl's gray pleated skirt.

As bright as an angel.

For countless years, the number one person on the death list in all copies was not the player, but the NPC.

She never saw blood when she killed.

He only plays with people's hearts.

As Death's scythe.

'Master, they all bully me. '

'Are you here? '

'I miss you. '

Don't know where He is.

Never leave this copy.

He was the only one who showed up to see her.

Being passive is really annoying.

She didn't expect to get a reply. Anyway, Jiang Cha'an has been thinking like this in the empty space for a long time. Occasionally, she has saved more messages, and she still has to reflect on whether she has said anything bad about Him.

So she didn't expect him to respond to her.

'how. '

Death and his scythe.

The only communication of ideas.

His tone is always light.

So high above.

Jiang Cha settled down for a moment and stood in the sunshine of the teaching building. The expression on his face was blurred and he could not see clearly. His voice was still humble and pleasant, with a hint of waxy dependence: "I miss you, Master."

In whose heart is the only harmless thing.

Darkness is spreading.

The wind howled through the abyss.

There are hundreds of volumes in the bookstore, and the eighteen floors are filled with crimes.

It is the judge of Pluto who judges all kinds of things in the world on paper and pen, and accepts the souls of all things.

The dark red sickle blade hangs on the ground, and above it are cold and complicated black lines, sealing something.

He was dressed in black robes and hooded. His face could not be seen, only his hand holding the sickle was slender and pale.

"Your little pet?" The judge asked sideways.

"She?" Death's voice was indifferent.

Coldly looking at everything as empty.

The judge chuckled lightly and shook his head: "The one you raised has stretched her arms a little too long in recent years, and you don't care. She always pretends to be good in front of you."

In front of the two of them was the black Akachi Jixi Carlo card suspended in mid-air. Rumor has it that the most evil magic card in history is used to predict fate, representing killing and mercy respectively. 28 cards are intertwined and suspended in the air by black and gold thin lines. Each card is engraved with a different abstract and strange picture, with a complicated and medieval bloody feel.

The pictures are intertwined and shuttled, and the lives are in ruins.

The image is fixed on the pale appearance of a girl in school uniform.

By her.

Somewhat capable.

A wisp of black-golden thread suddenly turned into fine golden sand and dissipated in the air, and then a Red Earth Jixi Carlo card fell onto the stone table, upside down.

"Let me see what you drew."

The judge picked it up with great interest.

The smile gradually faded.

The devil spread his huge and evil wings and ushered in the judgment of darkness. The cross passed through his heart, and the holy moon was above his head.

Below are complicated and obscure words.

[imbalance]

'Owner? '

Jiang Chaan called again, but got no response.

Either way.

He took the time to look at how condescending and dignified she was.

Jiang Chaan held the textbook and walked slowly to the office.

"Do you know what you should do now as a good student?"

She caught a stair talker talking.

The little thing on the stairs licked his mouth, his eyes glowing green: "Eat--"

Jiang Chaan slapped its horn back: "It's still daytime."

It felt aggrieved and covered its head: "This woman smells really good! She is the most delicious food I have ever seen!"

Ziying, right?

Yes.

She is the daughter of luck.

The destined "heroine" in the copy of death.

Jiang Chaan smiled and knocked on the office door.

The teacher was still sleeping on the table.

It seems like I can't wake up all day long.

A black windbreaker was draped over her body, and a few strands of her hair were messy.