The end of the world: I can do whatever I want to anyone

Hearing these four words, the saint's calm expression changed slightly.

Because these few words felt like they were from the last century, pulling me back to reality from the role of a saint...

But looking at this world full of snowflakes, the slight change on the saint's face calmed down again. Take-out has become a thing of the past. This is a brand new world, a world where there is only the saint.

But why is there suddenly a delivery man knocking on the door?

Is he a lunatic with a mental breakdown? Isn't there someone guarding the door?

Just when the saint was puzzled, the door slowly opened and a young face appeared in front of her.

Tang Ze walked into the room with a kind smile and closed the door. The guards outside had been blown into a bloody mist, covering the entire corridor!

"I'm coming." The saint's tone was full of calmness, as if she had already expected Tang Ze to come. She could be so calm in front of Tang Ze, which showed that there was something special about her.

Tang Ze looked at the Saint and finally came to a conclusion: "Your mouth is a little small."

Hearing Tang Ze's strange words, there was no ripple in the saint's eyes. Even Tang Ze thought, could this woman be the one who had the fusion virus? How could she be so calm in front of him?

"What's your name?" the saint suddenly asked Tang Ze, her tone was as if a god was asking a mortal, and the mortal could only answer with trembling hands.

Facing this strange saint in front of him, Tang Ze smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"You are just a person with a fusion virus, why should you be afraid?" The saint seemed to be attacking madly in some aspect, trying to destroy Tang Ze's self-confidence.

But the saint was slightly moved at this moment. How could this young man not have the urge to worship her when he saw her?

This is very strange.

He must be resisting this urge and is just holding on now.

"You are worthy of being a saint. You are much better than the general manager of the company. If the general manager lets you take the position, the company will at least move to a higher level." As he said that, Tang Ze walked to the sofa and sat down.

The saint didn't expect that the company actually wanted her to be the general manager?

But the position of general manager does not suit the identity of a saint, and she disdains it.

"I am not interested in the position of general manager of the company."

Tang Ze was stunned and smiled: "Then what are you interested in?"

"I will be interested if you submit to me." The saint raised her head slightly and looked down at Tang Ze in a condescending manner.

Tang Ze was a little confused. He really couldn't understand where her confidence came from. While you were brainwashing others, you also brainwashed yourself. Do you really think of yourself as a saint?

"The previous general manager was not as arrogant as you. She just asked me to breathe a few more times, but I ended up killing her."

The saint's beautiful eyes trembled slightly. Was he the one who killed the previous general manager?

He is not from the company?

"I represent God's will. Submitting to me is equivalent to submitting to God. God will make you stronger and stronger."

Tang Ze stood up and slowly approached the saint. The saint appeared calm on the surface, but her heartbeat gradually quickened.

"Elaborate."

"This is holy water given by God. After drinking it, you will become stronger and stronger, able to call the wind and rain, and be invincible." The saint took out the holy water that others dreamed of.

However, Tang Ze stretched out his hand and gently rubbed her cherry lips with his thumb under the saint's surprised gaze.

"What a coincidence, I have the holy liquid given by God, would you like some?" After saying that, Tang Ze couldn't help laughing.

Facing Tang Ze's ridicule, the Saint's calm expression finally wavered a little, and her tone became heavier: "You will be punished by God for blaspheming the Saint like this!"

"Come, let the divine punishment fall upon me. I really want to be killed by God." Tang Ze spread his arms and laughed excitedly. In front of the saint, he felt that this guy was even crazier than himself.

"The time has not yet come." The saint said coldly.

Tang Ze put away his smile and said, "Then I'll speed up the process."

After saying that, he slapped the saint on the face. The force was small, but the crisp sound shattered the saint's fantasy.

The saint covered her cheek with her hands, looking dazed. She was actually slapped in the face by a man!

How dare he do that! Shouldn't he submit to me like a dog?

Before she could react, he grabbed her hair. She couldn't help but groan in pain. The madman's words rang in her ears: "Let's make a bet. If the fat boy dies, I will leave immediately. But if he doesn't die, I will kill you."

The saint looked at the big screen outside and saw a fat man being pressed on the guillotine.

Zhou Yang was very desperate at this time. Even at this time, Brother Tang had not shown up yet.

"If you agreed to be the driver, you wouldn't be beheaded here, and he wouldn't come." Huo Fu said calmly standing aside. Fortunately, he made the right choice, otherwise he would definitely die today.

Although Zhou Yang couldn't turn his head, he squinted at Huo Fu: "All of you traitors will die!"

"We may die someday, but you will definitely die before me." After saying that, Huo Fu was ready to lower the sharp blade. As soon as it fell, the round head would roll into the iron bucket, and there were already more than ten heads in the iron bucket.

Zhou Yang knew he was going to die, so he closed his eyes and yelled frantically: "Brother Tang, save me! Dad, save me!!!"

With a swish, the beheading knife fell down with a loud bang!

For Zhou Yang, this moment seemed to be paused, and his tightly closed eyes slowly rolled away.

Hey, am I dead?

There was a slit in my tightly closed eyes, and my head was still...

Could it be that it's stuck and didn't fall down?

The beheading knife stopped at the hair on the back of Zhou Yang's neck and could no longer move.

Huo Fu couldn't believe it. Why did he stop? Could it be that Brother Tang had come?

Perhaps it was because of the trauma he had felt towards Tang Ze that Huo Fu looked around with fear. Nan Jie, who was kneeling beside him, also looked around. Could it be that young man?

"I won." Tang Ze chuckled in the saint's ear.

The Saint looked at the big screen in disbelief. How could this be possible? Was there a malfunction?

This is impossible!

Feeling the fullness of the saint, Tang Ze continued, "When I first came here, I heard that the saint is sacred and inviolable, let alone blasphemed. Today, I will blaspheme you in front of all your people."

"I am a saint. If you blaspheme me, my people will tear you to pieces." Although the saint was frightened in her heart, her tone remained holy.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I like your persistence. Today I will show you what a God is!"

With a bang, the thick floor-to-ceiling window suddenly exploded, and a gust of cold wind almost froze the saint to death. How could Tang Ze let the saint freeze to death so easily? He immediately isolated her from the cold.

The sound of glass shattering immediately attracted the attention of the president and others.

"Oh no! The Saint is in danger!" Ji Shoushan was shocked, but it was too late. Two figures jumped out directly onto the execution platform.

At this moment everyone was stunned. Why did the saint suddenly appear on the execution platform?