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 Qiong's nose and cherry lips flickering, exquisite but weird and 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 on the chair finally had a slight reaction.

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

  His fingertips didn't touch her, but he held the sickle of death with complex and fierce patterns, and raised her jaw with the blade.

  Jiang Cha'an was forced to look up.

  The neck stretched out 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 **** inlaid on a doll, she repeated again: "Master."

   Kneel and look up, the supreme God.

  But God slaughters all living beings, is cold-blooded and ruthless, and comes from the eighteenth hell, which means the **** 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 hearing his voice, and didn't feel anything, a smile appeared on her pale and delicate face.

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

  She didn't intend to do it so quickly.

  But they tried to enter the principal's office.

   itself violates all rules.

"OK."

  He is calm.

   It seems to be 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 knew nothing, only that he was above the rules of the whole infinite horror and ruled over everything.

  Sometimes Jiang Cha'an would wonder if he was the one who pulled her into the Grim Reaper's Dimension.

   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.

  I have known him for a long time, and I have crossed the long river of life and kneaded into the bone marrow.

  Sometimes Jiang Cha'an would be thinking.

   Who the **** is he.

  The clock in the principal's office is ticking and going.

  It's about to go to midnight.

  Task reincarnation, backtracking in time.

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

   "Want to see me?"

  The cold blade, the cruel killing intent.

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

   His voice fell from overhead.

  Jiang Cha'an took his hand, lowered her 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 he regain his freedom. She will not always be his scythe. She has been waiting for this opportunity.

  In a long time cycle.

   She is always looking for something.

   Death has no heart.

  She will take out his heart and open his veins.

   See him die like a hole.

   And she was born again.

  My beloved master.

   This will be the perfect gift from me to you.

   "Dah."

  When the minute and hour hands overlap.

   A strong sense of dizziness struck.

   The sky is spinning.

  The whole world keeps going backwards.

  The figure in front of him disappeared.

   One last look.

  Jiang Cha'an seemed to meet a pair of cold dark purple eyes.

   Devour her.