The Evil God Is Overly Dependent on Me

Tong Yingran was kidnapped on her birthday. After losing one eye, she saw a different world than before. The cheerful neighbor brother has horns sprouting from his head. The hair of a girl in the same class that I spend time with turns into venomous snakes. The stern and rigid university professor has a long tail sticking out from behind. The portrait oil painting that has been hanging in his bedroom for 20 years, the man in it disappears every night. He pretended not to notice until a pair of hands gently touched his cheek. "Grant my wish and I will fulfill yours." "But who are you?" Sang Chengyi leaned over and kissed Tong Yingran's forehead. "Your God." A month later, all Tong Yingran could think about was how to throw away this damn oil painting with the evil god on it! Intention: There is no need to accept a fate you don't like