Thriller Game: The Mad Beauty Who Has No Martial Morality

Zero didn't know what to do with this feeling - helpless, confused, fearful, painful... countless emotions were like boulders suppressing the top of his heart, making it difficult to breathe.

"I am Sicheng from another time and space, or he in the future."

"In the world I have experienced, we have experienced countless setbacks and hardships together. The games we experienced at that time were bloody, violent, and tested human nature, but few people could escape intact from the traps of human nature. walk out."

"Worship the strong and abandon the weak, without feelings and without any bottom line. This is the most common thing in the games I have experienced. At that time, many people liked you and wanted to draw you into their organization or team - in fact You yourself know that as long as you get rid of Sicheng and He Zhinian, you will no longer have weaknesses in the game. You can kill collaborators and betrayers. You can step on everyone's bones to complete the impossible victory. game."

"Then it becomes a monster." Xia Lingge answered him, "And I don't need to step on everyone's bones to complete the game."

"……Correct."

Ling seemed to have thought of something, and his dark eyes became as tender and soft as gurgling spring water: "You told me the same thing at that time. You said, 'Those who dare to stand at the top after abandoning everything are not considered strong. I I won’t compromise on any difficulties. I am at the top of my game, so it doesn’t matter if I have weaknesses, they are still nothing.”

"But you did it. With amazing perseverance and desperate planning and fighting, you really made it to the end with two losers."

"But……"

His expression turned dark again, like an empty and cold endless abyss. "Facts have also proved that people with weak points cannot become truly strong, especially those with weak points have no ability to protect themselves."

In front of his eyes seemed to be a nightmare that he could not forget for half his life - the innocent girl lying quietly and helplessly on her back in a pool of blood, bright red flowing out from her mouth and chest, smearing a large wetland, as if The web laid by the spider trapped her in it, with no chance of survival.

"How did I die?"

Xia Lingge listened to Ling talk about the past, feeling annoyed about his uselessness and powerlessness, but he always talked about his emotions and feelings, but he didn't mention anything about her.

So, how did she die?

How did he come back? What to do?
From the moment Xia Lingge asked the question, Ling suddenly fell into silence, his red lips pursed into a slit - he knew, he knew everything, but some clearly simple words were difficult to answer. He couldn't say them out. His soul They all trembled with this question.

His eyes fell uncontrollably to the red roses in Si Cheng's arms, "Senior sister, guess why the doll's heart is a red rose?"

Xia Lingge expressed confusion at his sudden question. And Zero was not surprised at all: "You don't know, no... you don't understand. Senior sister, do you know that the flower language of red roses is fiery love, because only strong enough feelings can make the heart beat crazily, and life It is also because of the unparalleled emotions that it appears alive.”

"This is also the need of the rose system. It longs for strong feelings, not just love, but also fear, regret, pain... and hate. That's why it chose me and made a deal." (End of Chapter)