Report to the Lord God, the Demon King has the ability to read minds

In this vast world of three thousand, even gods will sometimes be unable to reach everything.

Evil desires originate from the greed, evil and desires that grow deep in the hearts of all living beings in these three thousand worlds.

As time goes by, under the constant erosion of evil desires, people begin to backstab, test and suspect each other, and human nature gradually becomes more and more indifferent and selfish, and even... goes towards extinction.

"Why are you running? Why didn't you just stay still and wait for someone to rescue you? You didn't manage to escape and ended up like this. You really deserve this!"

"Humph, do you really think you are an omnipotent god? After all, you are just a group of eight or nine-year-old children. How can you escape?"

Those words and those mocking looks seemed to be ringing in my ears and in front of my eyes.

At this moment, the sky seemed to be torn into a huge crack, and heavy rain fell like a waterfall.

The bean-sized raindrops hit the ground hard, making bursts of crisp and loud crackling sounds.

Dark clouds covered the entire sky, and dazzling lightning flashed across the sky like sharp swords. Bursts of earth-shaking thunder resounded through the clouds, as if they were going to tear the earth apart completely.

It seemed as if there was an extremely ferocious beast hiding behind the dark clouds, roaring madly, making the whole world seem immersed in endless darkness.

"Ah Jiao..." Mo Xin murmured softly, his voice filled with endless sadness and regret.

She leaned quietly against the tombstone erected specifically for Gillian, allowing the heavy rain to soak her whole body mercilessly.

The cold air swept in like a tide, but Mo Xin seemed completely unable to feel the biting chill.

At this moment, her heart was filled with deep longing and pain for the deceased.

The rain and tears mixed together, slid down my cheeks and blurred my vision.

"Are we wrong? Perhaps... we shouldn't care about their lives."

Her once bright eyes now became empty and lifeless, staring straight into the distance, as if she saw a familiar figure through the heavy rain.

Her hand trembled slightly as she slowly stretched it forward, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing an extremely gentle smile: "Ah Jiao...you are here."

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. Everything around me became unimportant, except for the illusory image in front of me.

However, when she tried to touch the figure, her fingers only touched nothingness.

The wind is still blowing and the rain is still falling.

"Ah Jiao, if we go out, what are you going to do?"

"I want to be a writer. While traveling, I will write down what I see and hear, and put the beautiful mountains and rivers of our country into books." Gillian wrote her dream stroke by stroke on the palm of her hand.

Even in pitch darkness.

Her eyes were still bright, shining in the darkness.

"What about you?"

"I want to be a police officer and take down all the human traffickers."

"Ah Xin, I believe in you, you can do it."

"Then let us work hard for our respective dreams."

I still remember that when they talked about their dreams, their eyes were bright and there seemed to be a small flame in them.

However, their dreams were ultimately lost in the endless darkness.

Dreams are sometimes very tenacious and can motivate people to move forward.

Sometimes it is so fragile that it breaks before it is even touched.

The scene before my eyes suddenly shattered.

"Ah Jiao!"

"Ah Jiao..."

"Woooo..."

"Why..."

"child."