The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

"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.

In a daze, Ziying saw a red shadow flashing past on the rooftop of the seventh floor of the teaching building.

 From the seventh floor—

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 lived.

 Falled downstairs.

She watched the scene with an expressionless expression, puffing away her breath, and stroking the sapphire necklace around her neck with her fingers.

 Ziying is different from other players.

 Others were all horror copies who were forced to join in due to various accidents, but Ziying did it voluntarily.

 She took the initiative to come to the door.

 “I heard that you can make any wish come true, right?”

 She asked about the rules.

 Thousands of miles of empty space, boundless.

 The rules responded to her.

 Ziying does have a wish, she wants to bring her lover back from the dead.

 So you will not be afraid no matter how difficult the dungeon is.

This has become her deep-rooted goal by any means necessary.

 And anyone who stands in her way—

Ziying pinched her eyes, the fierceness in her eyes was fleeting.

 They all must die!

 In every horror dungeon, she was the last player to survive.

why?

 Because other players died in her hands.

Only in this way can she get closer to the most mysterious prop in the horror dungeon step by step.

 To resurrect a person.

Jiang Chaan was sitting at the table writing homework. His profile was fair and delicate. He put down the pen at some point and unknowingly came to Ziying's side.

“Sister, you look so cool.” Her tone was sweet with a hint of innocent admiration. To a certain extent, two people have the same purpose and want to find the same thing.

 One is to save people, the other is to kill gods.

 This is a secret.

 Jiang Chaan has never told anyone.

There are no rules for getting along well with her.

 Because she understands that rules are just rules after all, rules that are surrendered to God and essentially do not have human emotions.

 She can only find it through the experience of death and the lessons of failure over the long years.

Later, Jiang Chaan rarely died, but every time she met the Son of Luck, she would die many times. No matter how hard she struggled and carefully set up the situation, she would eventually die in the Son of Destiny due to various accidents. in hand.

 This is reasonable.

 Because she is just an NPC, a stepping stone for the Son of Destiny.

Ziying turned around and gave a perfunctory hum. She didn't want to waste energy on useless people, especially this kind of little girl who looked weak at first glance. She would only solve problems with tears and cry at every turn. In addition to delaying Progress is of no use at all.

 Waste.

 There is a clock hanging on the wall of the bedroom.

 Quite strange.

Generally speaking, there are no clocks in dormitories, and every dormitory has one.

 The hour hand on the clock points to eight fifty.

 There are ten minutes left for bedtime.

Jiang Siqi had already come back from washing up, putting on a facial mask and humming a song beautifully, very relaxed, while Rao Yining was lying on the bed looking at her phone, laughing from time to time because of the funny videos in it.

Other dormitories are still making noise or sorting out housekeeping, and the atmosphere is relaxed.

“Hey, what are you doing?” The girl from the next door dormitory walked in with a bag of potato chips and asked.

 “Give me something to eat!” Jiang Siqi stretched out her hand.

 “I want it too, I want it too!” Rao Yining climbed down from the upper bunk.

 (End of this chapter)