She once bought herself a cheap spine.
I knew too few humans, and soon I only knew demons.
Copywriting one:
The ultimate reward of death is not having to die again, so Xu Zhengxi needs to accurately calculate every step.
And it just so happened that he was too familiar with the person in front of him, a poor guy who didn't know how to defend himself.
He perfectly played everything she wanted, being forbearing, strong, and showing weakness, all of which inspired her latent maternal consciousness.
Until she saw the coquettish red spreading under her body, a crazy idea flashed in her mind - she must die in his arms.
But Yuzhou didn't give him this chance. Before he hugged her and left, he just gave him a look of contempt, "Trash!"
"She is not my lover, she is a god of death who comes specifically for me with memories of her past life. As long as she is alive, my death script will be restarted."
At this time, killing her became his only logical and final resistance in this lonely struggle. His murderous intention also reached its apex in this complete set of twisted philosophy constructed from existential self-loathing.
Intention: An illusion