Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

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 difficulties and obstacles she experiences, she will succeed in the end, and the world is on her side.

The ringing of the bells became more intense.

Golden light flooded.

Ranbai watched with cold eyes.

The law enforcers will not take action, they will only collect the corpses.

Feng Luo sighed and looked at the girl of luck with a determined look on her face: "Which number is this?"

"The second one." Ranbai said calmly.

The second one in the terrifying world is one who is blessed with great luck. This purple energy coming from the east is heavier, and I'm afraid it will be lost here.

Having seen so many worlds, there is no shortage of children of destiny who are favored by heaven, but those who insist on violating the rules - that is not the case, it is a dead end.

Seizing things first and suppressing people, Ziying didn't take Jiang Cha'an seriously at all. What does a frail and sick NPC mean? What she was really afraid of was the black-robed, silver-haired girl in front of her.

This person gave her a strange feeling.

Instinctively dangerous.

"Are you going to snatch it from me?" Ziying turned the prop dagger in her hand. It was extremely sharp and she could do it with ease. Her eyes were cold and taunting. There was no human emotion, more like a trained weapon. "Meet me. You're out of luck."

Jiang Chaan put her hand to her lips.

Under the swaying light of the red candle in the library, the eyes show a special amber texture.

"Don't disturb the truth."

she said gently.

Ziying has already taken the lead.

Jiang Chaan never thought about confronting Ziying head-on.

He died tragically at the hands of players countless times, becoming a stepping stone for the Son of Destiny.

She had long understood that in terms of heads, the rules never allowed her to win against the players.

That's why I have to be an obedient puppet.

Controlling more puppets.

White silk thread, beating puppet.

The joints move and make a clicking sound.

"Gao Maobin?!" Ziying's stunned voice echoed in the library.

Who will let whom go. That rainy night.

Gao Maobin waited in the corner for two full hours. With his cautious character, he dared to confirm that Jiang Chaan had left. There was no sound around, and the silence was terrifying. He repeated his thinking actions.

No red shadow at all.

Everything is just Jiang Chaan's pretentiousness.

The other party wants to hunt players in this way.

It seems like this should be a revenge type script.

He was only one step away from the truth.

Gao Maobin was deep in thought as he walked out. Suddenly, his footsteps suddenly stopped, his cheeks twitched slightly, and his skin seemed to be spasming.

He saw the shadows covering the ground.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder.

Gao Maobin shouted sharply and quickly threw out the prop. The moment he turned his head, he saw a bloody red figure on the rooftop with a pale face. He was the real main character in the dungeon.

It turns out that it's not fake...

It’s hard to tell the difference between the real and the fake, the real and the fake...

Gao Maobin's eyes were full of horror.

The next day, Ziying met Gao Maobin, who had already become an NPC in this world.

All cooperation is just the eyes of the NPC.

Jiang Chaan wants to use Ziying to find what she wants.

Because npc can never get close to the truth.

She can only rely on the player.

And Ziying is blessed with great luck.

This is the best candidate.

Ziying gritted her teeth and her eyes gradually became cold: "Do you think this mere puppet is my opponent?"

Jiang Chaan coughed continuously, as if he would collapse at any time, but he smiled gently and said, "I hope it will be as you wish."

The Daughter of Luck is indeed the Daughter of Luck, and Feng Rule will always be on her side no matter how bad she is.