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

Ziying ostensibly agreed to cooperate with Gao Maobin. She read several campus ghost stories and gained a lot of confidence. She could almost piece together that the theme of this world is "Blooded Dancing Shoes".

 But what she was looking for was never found...

 There is only one last place left.

 The accident also happened this night.

 Ziying was walking in the library with a few girls. It was supposed to be closing time.

However, the quiet library still echoed with the laughter of several girls, surrounding Ziying in the middle, seemingly holding her hand with her, but in fact they blocked all Ziying's paths.

They have innocent faces and talk about the trivial things that happened in class during the day. They are Ziying's friends in real life.

 But she knew it very clearly at the same time.

 These friends of hers…

　　Has long since died.

　　It is impossible to appear here at all.

 The one who is standing here talking to her now.

  Clearly—

 “Boom!”

 “Boom!”

 Twenty-three point twenty-three.

 There should be no bells ringing at this time.

However, the whole library reverberated with the heavy and vibrating sound of the bell.

 The heart of the person who knocks will tremble.

Time is up.

The faces of the girls who were chatting and laughing just now suddenly changed. The fingernails holding Ziying's shoulders were sharp and penetrated deeply into Ziying's bones. Their faces opened wide with their **** mouths ferocious -

 Ziying is waiting for now.

She immediately threw the knife in her hand out, with a fierce and neat move. This was not a knife, but a prop. The props obtained by staining blood in various ways in each world were more than enough to deal with a few psychics.

 The psychic turned into black mist and drifted away.

 Unknowingly, I have arrived at the center of the library.

  It is not the same as the day.

I have seen it in my dreams countless times.

Surrounded by tall white columns, there is a round platform arched up three steps. Suspended on the central column is a card, which is the sickle in the hand of the God of Death.

The silver-haired girl in black robe in the center has her back turned to her, praying.

At the same time, Ziying saw the girl at the end walking towards her step by step.

 It is Jiangchaan. The man praying in the middle opened his eyes, and said in a languid and restrained voice, as low as traditional Chinese: "You shouldn't have come."

 Jiang Chaan said: "I need it."

She looked at the card with her eyes. It was obviously so fragile and could fall over if the wind blew, but she could hear the most decisive cruelty in her calm tone.

 Jiang Chaan has been waiting for this day for thousands of years.

 “You are just an NPC.” Ranbai said.

"Yes, I'm just an NPC." Jiang Chaan smiled, "Who stipulates that NPCs can't kill gods?"

 npc are not slaves.

Who must always surrender.

 Players come.

 It is an exploration game, a life and death battle.

  npc is coming.

　　If you violate the rules, you will definitely die.

There is no need for awakened NPCs here, and the God of Death does not need a treacherous scythe.

 She could only die when she came here.

 In this world.

 The Secret of the Bloody Shoes.

 Gradually a dead copy is formed.

Ranbai’s role is that of the Thirteenth Middle School, guarding her and imprisoning it and her.

 The transformation of day and night, ending in eternal night.

 There are no strangers here.

 The ending of the seventh day is the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts.

Neither can escape.

 Then cycle again and again.

The dagger in Ziying's hand has flown out. She is calm and her face is calm.

 Pair of cards.

 It is inevitable to win.

 It is the slaying of gods, and it is also the resurrection.

 It all depends on the license holder’s thoughts.

 Ziying is not afraid of failure. Over the years, she has been able to feel that no matter what she encounters, no matter how great the difficulties and obstacles she has experienced, she will succeed in the end, and the world is on her side.