"You also said that you are some kind of unintentional doll. You are the soul born from Xuefu's spiritual consciousness. As expected, the amount of strong desires really surprises me.

Even this body can't carry your inner desires, so what reason do you have to reject me?"

The palm that was against the heart suddenly sank with force, and the True Ancestor Evil God suddenly approached and gently held Ninety-Nine's cold and heavy body in his arms.

The smile on its lips also widened: "Does the death of your master make you very painful?"

"You claim to be careless and indifferent to the seven emotions, but after all, you are a colored soul born based on a ray of divine consciousness. You deceive yourself and others and shape yourself into a ruthless machine. What kind of mood do you feel?"

"I'm very curious."

"How did Yinghuo, who relied on orders to maintain the meaning of his existence, wander around the world without a master?"

"I don't think your master has ever entered any command information into your heart, right?"

"Do you think that as a doll, you don't deserve to have wishes?"

"After you have done all this, you have lost your original value, and the little wish in your heart that was not born for you will abandon you forever and leave you."

"Your plan is so ruthless that there is no way out, and you even included yourself in it..."

The True Ancestor Evil God raised the corners of his lips, "But so what, everyone can be satisfied from the moment their wishes are fulfilled.

And the day your wish comes true, you are destined to get no response, and all that awaits you is boundless loneliness."

"It's very painful. Your master has only left you for more than ten years, and now you have to taste the pain of loneliness."

"When your wish comes true, the soul under your body will only breed endless loneliness, and you will have nothing but pain."

The evil god hugged her tightly, which seemed to be a warm embrace that helped her withstand the wind and rain.

But whether it is warmth or resistance to wind and rain, it is just an illusion.

The True Ancestor Evil God is a god who worships the abyss with an extremely bad temperament.

Raindrops hit its back one after another, but they failed to take away any weight for her. The seemingly tiny raindrops hit it in small and dense layers, but through the evil god's body, there was a sound like falling stars.

Such great momentum.

The increasingly dense rain lines cause the water level of the lake in this space to rise faster and faster.

Soon, the water line covered her waist, chest, neck, and cheeks.

In the end, his face, eyebrows, and eyes were all immersed in the cold lake water.

Suddenly there was nothing under Ninety-Nine's feet, and there was a heavy floating feeling of weightlessness.

The ground beneath her feet disappeared, and she was hugged tightly by the evil god, completely pushed into the lake.

Her hair, clothes, and even the translucent silk threads wrapped around her body were suspended in the water.

The evil god held her and kept sinking, sinking...

It looked at Jiujiu's pair of eyes that were so dark that no light could shine through, and continued to smile and said:

"The master who created you will abandon you without hesitation, so who else in this world is willing to stay for you?

Although you are very good at amusing yourself with this cold heart, you have found an empty mission for yourself out of nothingness."

"But now, because of the existence of that karmic boy, even that illusory mission will be far away from you."

"Xiaojiu, do you know? You don't live like a human being or a doll now. You are more like a monster at this moment?"

"monster……"

"There is no one like it."

Ninety-nine limbs were pulled by the countless transparent threads.

For a moment, it was not clear whether she was pressed into the abyss by the evil god or dragged into the abyss by these threads of desire.

The Evil God held up Jiujiu's chin, caressed her pale and cold cheek with his palms, with a kind of pitiful compassion in his eyes:

"But I am better suited to be a monster than you."

"In the process of your wish coming true, I can feel the pain of your broken heart."

"You don't know where your pain lies? You stubbornly seal them in the array circuit, but what you can't change is their real existence."

The evil god pressed his forehead against Jiujiu's forehead, and two extremely deep whirlpools condensed in the depths of his pupils, as if they wanted to suck people's souls into them.

"But I am a real monster. I will not feel pain, fear, or confusion. Give me your body and sacrifice your soul to me."

"I will fulfill all your wishes, and I will hold everything you want in front of you."

"Only a monster like me can truly love you."

"Even if this love is born from desire, it is still real."

"So, choose me?"

There are more and more silk threads on Jiujiu's body, but no shadow witch is born behind her.

Because, for her at this moment, the evil god is the most realistic shadow witch projected from her heart.

Same appearance, same desire.

The evil god smiled and raised his hand to cover her eyes.

"Go to sleep, child, and leave the rest to me."

There was a soft snap.

The evil god's half-stretched arm was suddenly stopped by a pale palm.
Chapter completed!