The vixen's journey through time

Since he wanted to help Wang Zijian cure his delusion, Chacha kept his word.

She handed over the confession letter that was still warm in her hand: "Student Wang, please give your things back to you. Hold them securely! If you drop them on the ground, it is littering. If you are caught by the student union, you will be deducted points. Oh!"

Chacha's tone was a little playful, with a smile on the half of her face that was not covered by her thick bangs, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

It was this shallow Umeko-chan smile that dazzled Wang Zijian's eyes. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and said stupidly: "Oh oh oh... uh uh uh... hehe, ow!..."

Suddenly, a burst of severe pain forcibly awakened his consciousness. Wang Zijian screamed and his face instantly turned pale.

"Let go, ah!..."

Before he finished the threat, Wang Zijian let out another cry of pain, and subconsciously clenched the letter of confession with his hand.

Chacha's hand on his wrist gradually exerted force, and when she saw that the effect was good, she smiled with satisfaction.

joke! That was the "infinite power" that she had only cultivated for a lifetime!

Wang Zijian tried to struggle, but couldn't free his hands. His face turned pale for a while, flushed for a while, and finally turned black and blue, even the color of his lips was not spared.

However, Chacha didn't seem to realize how much pain she had caused to others, and was actually struggling with some irrelevant issues.

"How does my hand feel?"

System: The host probably wants to ask that silly boy how his hands are now, right?

Wang Zijian: Only ghosts care about your hands! If you are sensible, let me go immediately! Otherwise...what else could it be? He doesn't have the capital to scream now.

Wang Zijian: Woohoo! Mother! or! Let’s stop looking at wild ginseng! If you really like it, I'll go dig it on the hillside of Jiang Cha's hometown tomorrow! He couldn't believe that he was so unlucky that he couldn't even dig out one! Not to mention the ones that are a hundred years old, at least give him three of them every year or two!

Wang Zijian: Goddess Jiang Rou, it’s not that I won’t help you vent your anger, it’s just that the enemy is too powerful and I am no match!

Wang Zijian thought about it for a while, but what he said through gritted teeth was: "Cruel! Very beautiful! Hateful! Very comfortable!..."

"It's so comfortable! You look so comfortable that you can't even close your eyes. It seems you really like me!" Chacha nodded matter-of-factly.

Wang Zijian: I love you so much! A tigress! Who can bear this? They are indeed a group of professed "devils"! Too cruel!

Wang Zijian's teeth chattered and sweat broke out on his face, but he didn't dare to say harsh words anymore.

It is only proper for those who know what they are doing to admit their mistakes quickly.

"I'm sorry, Classmate Jiang, I was just joking with you. I didn't really confess my feelings. I..." Devil Girl, please let go! Stop it, stop it!

"Are you kidding me?"

"Is it fun?"

"Is it funny?"

Chacha kept asking and exerting her strength, but there were quite a few questions, and she seemed unwilling to let him go easily.

Wang Zijian: Woohoo! Help, he didn't know that even if she is a female devil, she is still a woman after all. Women are so difficult to deal with!

"Classmate Jiang, I'm sorry! It's my fault. I shouldn't have joked about this kind of thing, let alone you. I was wrong!..."

"You mean, this kind of joke can be made on others, right?" Chacha turned her head, really confused!

Wang Zijian: God! Help me! What kind of existence did he provoke?

System: Humph! There’s no point in calling God! It’s no use even if God is your uncle (help)!

Wang Zijian... died!