Bind to the fake death system, the goddess turned into a black yandere for me

Shen An looked at the chain Ling Shuangxue had taken out at some point, and he was already angry.

But he still had that gentle smile on his face, as if nothing had happened.

"Shuangxue, what are you doing?" He spoke softly, with a hint of helplessness.

But he had already greeted the unreliable system in his heart.

The system silently went online and complained:

"Host, don't be anxious.

Don't you want to find the real guqin?

Now the opportunity has come, pretend to obey her first, and then find out the location of the guqin."

Shen An suppressed his inner fear and forced a smile:

"Shuangxue, I'm just... a little tired."

Ling Shuangxue nodded gently, her eyes so gentle that people almost forgot her danger:

"Then let's go back to the room to rest, okay?"

Shen An's heart was filled with alarm bells, but he knew that resisting now would only make the situation worse.

He could only nod obediently: "Okay."

Ling Shuangxue gently pulled his hand, her fingertips cold.

Her movements seemed gentle, but Shen An could feel the invisible sense of oppression.

It seemed that if he made any unusual movements, she would completely lose control in the next second.

The two walked into the room one after the other, and the door closed gently with a "click".

In the room, under the dim light, a faint fragrance filled the air.

Ling Shuangxue gently released his hand and turned to walk to the cabinet beside him.

Shen An stood there, staring at her back.

He secretly thought about how to get the real position of the guqin so that he could leave here.

However, before he made any decision,

Ling Shuangxue had turned around, with an exquisite silver chain in her hand.

Ling Shuangxue smiled slightly, her eyes still gentle:

"I know you won't run away, but I still want to make sure you stay with me forever."

She leaned over and gently held his ankle, her movements so gentle that they made people's hair stand on end.

Shen An felt a chill in his heart when he felt the cold chain touch his skin.

Shen An was speechless, but he could only bite the bullet and continue to act.

"Shuangxue, why do you have to do this? I really won't leave you."

Ling Shuangxue's fingers gently stroked his cheek, and there was a morbid satisfaction in her eyes:

"I know you won't leave me, Shen An, but I think this is very suitable for you."

He sighed softly, and his tone was gentle: "Shuangxue, I know you are doing this for my own good."

Ling Shuangxue smiled slightly, with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes: "I'm glad you think so."

As the night deepened, Ling Shuangxue gently stroked Shen An's cheek, with a hint of tenderness in her eyes.

It was as if the morbid possessiveness just now had never existed.

"You have a good rest tonight, I still have some things to deal with."

Her voice was still gentle, as if she was coaxing a child.

"Shuangxue, go and do your work. I will stay here obediently."

Ling Shuangxue nodded with satisfaction and turned to leave the room.

The door closed gently.

Shen An breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still a heavy stone hanging in his heart.

He walked to the window, gently pushed open a crack, looked out, and suddenly felt cold in his heart.

Outside, there was a dark guard almost every few steps, dressed in black, and all of them looked stern.

The whole yard was almost surrounded by three layers inside and outside, and not even a fly could fly out.

Shen An silently held his forehead, and was speechless in his heart:

"How afraid is this woman that I will run away? It's like a prison in heaven."

"System, look at this scene, can I still run away?"

The system replied lazily: "Host, don't be anxious, lie down first and wait for the opportunity."

Shen An sighed helplessly, secretly cursing the system for being unreliable, but he could only follow its advice.

He walked back to the bed, lay down, closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself down.

However, at night, he had a strange dream.

In the dream, he lay in Ling Shuangxue's arms, so weak that he could hardly move.

Her hand gently stroked his face, her eyes full of pain and pleading.

"Please, don't leave me..." Her voice was trembling, as if she was afraid of losing him.

Shen An wanted to respond to her, wanted to tell her that he was fine, but no sound came out of his throat.

He could feel his vitality slipping away bit by bit, his body getting colder and colder, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

In the end, he completely lost his breath in her arms.

Just when he thought he was dead, the dream suddenly changed.

He stood under a high platform, surrounded by the arena of the Sword Sect Conference.

A young man stood in the center of the arena, holding a long sword in his hand, smiling slightly, pointing the sword at the lofty Sword Master, with a relaxed and confident tone:

"Please teach me."

Shen An's eyes followed the tip of his swordLooking over, he saw Ling Shuangxue.

She was dressed in white, standing on a high platform, with an indifferent expression, like a fairy who was not in touch with the world.

There was no fluctuation in her eyes, as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.

At this moment, the dream suddenly broke, and he woke up suddenly from the dream.

Shen An gasped for breath, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He sat up, feeling depressed:

"Whose memory is this? Why did I dream about these?"

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt something was wrong beside him.

Is there someone on the bed?

He froze suddenly, and his breath was held instantly.

The moonlight poured into the room through the window, and the silver-white light cast a faint shadow on the bed.

He turned his head slowly, and with the faint moonlight, he vaguely saw a figure lying next to him.

It was Ling Shuangxue.

He forced himself to calm down and gently moved his body, trying to see more clearly.

The moonlight shone on her face, and her beautiful face was still as cold and beautiful as usual.

But Shen An soon realized something was wrong.

A blood-red mark appeared faintly on her forehead.

It looked like some strange rune, flickering slightly in the moonlight.

Shen An's heart sank suddenly, and a thought flashed through his mind in an instant -

That was the Heart Demon Seal!

Ling Shuangxue's heart demon had broken out!