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.

 Bright and clear like an angel.

 For countless years, the person who topped the death list in all dungeons was not the player, but the NPC.

 She never saw blood when she killed someone.

 Always only plays with people's hearts.

  As the scythe of death.

 ‘Master, they all bullied me. ’

'Are you here? ’

 ‘I miss you. ’

 Don’t know where He is.

 Li has not left this instance.

 It was only for him to show up to see her.

 Being passive is really annoying.

  She didn’t expect to get a reply. Anyway, Jiang Chaan 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 and mighty.

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

 Whose heart is the only one that is harmless.

 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 writes on paper and pen, judging all kinds of things in the world and accepting the souls of all things.

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

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

 “Your little pet?” the judge asked sideways.

 “She?” Death’s voice was indifferent.

 Looking coldly at everything as empty.

The judge chuckled lightly and shook his head: "This one you raised has stretched her hands 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 Red Earth Jixi Carlo card suspended in mid-air. Rumor has it that it is the most evil magic card in history that predicts fate. It represents killing and mercy respectively. Twenty-eight cards are intertwined and suspended in the air by thin black and gold lines. Each card is engraved with a different abstract and strange picture, which is complicated and has a medieval **** 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.

 How much ability.

A wisp of black-gold thread suddenly turned into fine golden sand and dissipated in the air, and then a Red Diji Xikaluo 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.

 At the bottom are complicated and obscure words.

  【imbalance】

'Owner? ’

 Jiang Chaan called again, but got no response.

It doesn’t matter.

He took the time to look at her and how condescending he was.

Jiang Chaan walked slowly to the office with his textbook in his arms.

 “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 horns back: "It's still daytime."

 It covered its head in frustration: "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 is still sleeping on the table.

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

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