After I escaped, he went crazy [Quick Transmigration]

It was very quiet all around, only Song Qing's voice echoed in the cave.

The god's gaze was meaningless, and Song Qing even saw a little smile from it in a trance.

Did you read it wrong?

Isn't this so-called dark god of death betting his life for fun?

Song Qing suddenly lowered her face, and said with a sneer, "Okay, I'll tell you the answer, come if you want my life."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and raised his head, obviously waiting for the opponent to make a move.

But after waiting for a long time, the surroundings were still quiet.

Song Qing opened her eyes and found that the other party was still staring at him, not speaking.

"Hey," he said in a hoarse voice, "You boring gamblers don't refer to it. If you want to kill, you can do it. If you are a man, don't talk about it."

Although pale and feeble, the face in front of him had a strange beauty.

The god narrowed his eyes and didn't answer his question, just said: "You are angry."

Already accustomed to this guy's incoherent way of speaking, Song Qing stared at him with a look of "You are obviously sick"

Emoji.

The other party didn't speak again, and Song Qing didn't speak either.

For a while, the surroundings returned to silence.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Song Qing bent her legs and leaned against the wall.He turned around and closed his eyes.

As the saying goes, what is out of sight is pure.

When all the senses were focused on hearing, Song Qing could only hear the faint beating sound of the watch in her hand.The sound gradually evolved into a lullaby.

Song Qing leaned against the wall and closed her eyes unconsciously.

What woke him up again was the hunger in his stomach. Song Qing looked at the watch in a daze, and fragments appeared in his mind instantly. It took him a long time before he regained the sense of reality from the rough wall.

He is still trapped in the underground hole.However, this time he was no longer alone.

The black god was sitting next to him, staring at him with a pair of cold eyes.

"Hey, what are you... doing?" He saw himself in the black pupils.

"Lou Jialuo, my name." The other party said suddenly.

Song Qing twitched her lips, as if she hadn't heard the words, "What do you want to do now? Observe my death up close?"

Lou Jialuo shook his head, his eyes suddenly became complicated: "You won't last long, tell me, what is your wish?"

"Huh?" The pale face suddenly frowned.Song Qing found that she couldn't keep up with the leaping thinking of this dark god of death.

"You are going to transform into Allah's magic lamp now? Hehe." He smiled weakly but full of sarcasm, "Fulfill my last wish for me before you die, right?"

The cold eyes moved slightly, and Lou Jialuo obviously heard his irony, "I said before, there are punishments and rewards in the game. Death is your choice, and I can't change the ending. However, if you have unfulfilled wishes, I will can help you."

Song Qing was leaning against the wall, looking from his angle, the face in front of him was half-bright and half-dark by the light of the two inexhaustible candles on the stone statue.The bright side is naturally handsome like a celestial being.But the half scene hidden in the dark place reveals a bit of mystery.

Perhaps, he was really calmly facing the fact that he was about to die, so he suddenly bent his mouth and said, "Hey, let's talk about the game, why did you pick me when I was unlucky?"

Lou Jialuo: "Is this your last wish?"

Song Qing almost laughed angrily, but because his breath was not smooth, he coughed several times heavily.After coughing, the chest began to calm down. When I looked up, I found that the god's hand was stretched halfway.

Touching the human line of sight, the god withdrew his hand, as if nothing had happened.

"It's what you said, you want to tell me everything. When I met you, my ancestors didn't have any good virtues, so I can't let me die without knowing why?" If you listen carefully, Song Qing's words are tinged with teasing. "I'm a big star anyway, it's really ugly to die in such a crappy place."

There was a puzzled light in Lu Jialuo's eyes.However, human beings are right, he should fulfill his promise.

"You are not unlucky. In this world, all fates are doomed. You humans have a saying, there must be an effect after a cause. It is you who chose the ultimate destiny, Song Qing."

"Okay, let's talk about people." Song Qing rolled her eyes, but thanks to her unique appearance, such a negative expression on his face was still beautiful.

"That day, you stepped into that museum by yourself."

Song Qing was slightly taken aback, "Maxiang Museum? You mean, the stele..."

Lou Jialuo's eyes were tinged with pity, "You talked about life and death in front of the gods, and you sent yourself to us to become a participant in this game."

we?

Song Qing sat up straight, "Who else is there besides you?"

The stele flashed in his mind, and he shuddered, "The other one is that God of Light?"

Lou Jialuo did not answer his question: "Over the past tens of thousands of years, as long as we have selected people, they can have the right to choose life and death just like you."

"Wait a minute," Song Qing couldn't help but leaned forward and grabbed his sleeve, "Hey, you guys are going too far! Destiny to decide other people's fate, is this what you gods should do?"

The black pupil inadvertently glanced at the sharp hands, and Lou Jialuo asked back: "You all chose the road yourself, didn't you?"

Song Qing was furious, "But you are the inducers!"

Just like him, if the dark god of death in front of him didn't appear, he would definitely not fall into this underground hole and wait to die.

But the god just said calmly: "So as I said, there are punishments and rewards in the game of gambling. Everyone who is selected by us will not lose money."

This sentence made Song Qing want to laugh, "What about me? You are just bored and want to have fun, but have you ever thought about how miserable it is for a person who is forced into the so-called 'gambling game' by you and becomes a pawn?"

Grabbing the black collar with both hands, Song Qing suddenly pulled the distance between the two of them closer, nose to nose, he could even smell a breath called death on each other.

Cold is the intuitive feeling that overrides all senses and directly imprints on the nerves of the cerebral cortex.

Lou Jialuo didn't push him away, but asked him instead: "So, I can fulfill any wish you want."

From the eyes of the gods, Song Qing couldn't see any words of guilt.It seems that, for them, all this is a matter of course.

Just like this confrontation, after a while, Song Qing let go of her hand, and leaned back against the wall dejectedly.

Puzzled eyes flashed across the eyes of the gods, "You should cherish this opportunity."

Listen, how outrageous is this?

This time, Song Qing didn't even bother to roll her eyes.He leaned directly against the wall, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Lou Jialuo rarely showed a puzzled look, as if Song Qing's reaction was completely out of his expectation.However, he has infinite patience, he can wait.

The god was sitting next to Song Qing, his eyes were fixed on this dying but stubborn and beautiful human being like a swan.

……

The candlelight is endowed with eternal life by the gods, always illuminating this small world.However, the eyes on the stone statue have been chiseled out, leaving only a few exposed fangs in the original terrifying appearance, which looks rather ridiculous.

Song Qing couldn't laugh, because he could sense——

I am really dying.

Thirst, hunger, tiredness...all the discomforts are gradually stripped away and become far and light.But his body became lighter, with a kind of buoyant comfort, but this kind of ease reminded him of four words: Hui, Guang, Hui, Zhao.

Once, he imagined the scene of his own death countless times.There must be many people around him, his manager Li Jie, and friends in the circle...

In the dead of night, Song Qing even thought about the elegiac couplet in the mourning hall.But the reality is so funny, when he was dying, there was a god of death by his side.

As soon as he moved, Lou Jialuo said, "Have you thought about it?"

What he was referring to was Song Qing's final wish.

What do people think when they are about to die?Song Qing didn't know about other people, but at the moment when he was staring at this handsome face, all his anger suddenly disappeared, and instead he became interested in chatting.

"Hey, Lou Jialuo, you said that I was selected by you to enter the gambling game, and the two sides of the bet are you and the God of Light? And you, did you win the bet?"

Song Qing can roughly describe the boring game about the gods, it is nothing more than a bet that he chooses to live or die.

Lou Jialuo was surprised at his sharpness, but nodded, "I won."

It turned out that he also thought that he would rather die with dignity than choose eternal life alone?

Song Qing couldn't help laughing, "Unexpectedly, you are still my bosom friend..."

While speaking, he patted the other person on the shoulder.But the moment the hand was retracted, the wrist was held——

Looking up, Song Qing bumped into a pair of deep eyes.

"I'm serious. Before you die, say your last wish." The god's eyes are so serious.

People's senses are very strange. Sometimes, the brain will go on strike because of visual shock.Song Qing stared at the god, but her heart beat a little faster.

Lou Jialuo looks really good-looking.

Subconsciously, he blurted out: "I, I don't have any unfulfilled wishes..."

status?that power?money?At his current age, he has already stood at the end point that countless people can't reach in their lifetime.

He has seen too many prosperous scenes, what else has he not seen in Vanity Fair?

He has no relatives, no lover, and he has even imagined the scene of death countless times.In this world, perhaps no one is more carefree and regretless than him.

Lou Jialuo's eyes flashed obvious disappointment.

The hand holding his wrist eased the strength, and the moment he retracted, Song Qing's heart tightened, and she grabbed him with her backhand.

God looked at him.

Song Qing's throat rolled, and the face in front of him made him have a beautiful thought.Just like water drops into a lake, the ripples are expanding——

Finally, a secret desire quietly surfaced.

Will life really have no regrets?No, Song Qing just felt that her throat was becoming more and more dry.

He licked the corner of his mouth, trying to suppress the awkward impatience.

However, Lou Jialuo's existence reminded him that his life had obviously come to an end, and this ancient god was giving him his last chance.

Yes, anyway...he was dying anyway.

Thinking of this, Song Qing's eyes suddenly became firm again.

The gods naturally saw his emotional changes, and he even smiled slightly, "Song Qing, it seems that you have already made a decision. Tell me, what is your last wish?"

Song Qing couldn't help but licked the corner of her mouth again, and her gaze towards the god became scorching hot.

"My wish is..."

The gods are waiting for him.

"You can sleep with me once."