Part Four, Chapter Seven, Life Is Better Than Death
Seeing the way the God of Death wanted me to die, I knew I was just adding fuel to the fire: "Just kill me." My words were very calm. I just hoped that he could really kill me, even if he didn't.
, you can also ask me to commit suicide.
"Ha." He resumed his smile: "I really want to kill you, but looking at your perfect body makes me unable to bear to do it."
"Do you like the way I look?"
"Yes, it's so perfect." Death said teasingly.
Haha, it turns out he really likes me. That’s great. It seems I don’t have to commit suicide. Doesn’t he only like my body? Then I will destroy her! I slashed at me with the fragment in my hand without any hesitation.
His face was scratched from his forehead to his cheeks. He was shocked. Really, I believe Feng Jingchen will want me now that I have become this ugly, but the God of Death...
"Now this body has been destroyed, either kill me or let me go." I endured the pain and looked at the God of Death, but his eyes were full of anger.
He waved his hand and slapped me again. I was used to being slapped by him. Compared with the pain of this slap, I felt that my face and wrists hurt more. The blood stains were already stained all over the bed. The beautiful white princess dress on my body had long since
It's stained with blood, I really feel worse than dead now!
"Don't worry, I will spend countless money on you to repair your beautiful face. If you want to self-abuse, you can do it freely, isn't it just money!" The God of Death said nonchalantly. However,
He... still refuses to let me go. Since he has money and can create countless beauties, why does he insist on pestering me? Why!
I'm really exhausted. I can't even die or escape. I've been living in this castle in the sky for almost five days. In these five days, I haven't eaten a morsel of food or drank a sip of water. Regardless of the God of Death,
No matter how hard you hit me, I wouldn’t cry out in pain, and the wounds on my face and wrists also healed over time.
What should I do? What should I do? I asked myself countless times, I want to see Feng Jingchen, I miss him, I beg you, God, let me see him! Please! Even if it is a phantom,
Please.
I don’t know if I moved God. I really saw the shadow of Feng Jingchen while I was half asleep. His hands gently caressed my wounds. His eyes were full of tenderness and care. I was there too.
I couldn't help crying in pain.
He hugged me tightly, and I could clearly hear his heartbeat. I also hugged him tightly: "Chen, take me away quickly!" After I finished speaking, Feng Jingchen pushed away.
Me, I'm a little surprised.
"Are you still thinking about him?" This voice is? I tried my best to stay awake, it's the God of Death! Why, why did he show such a gentle expression just now? Such a caring look? And such a gentle move? And why did I just show such a gentle expression?
Do I think he is Feng Jingchen, am I hallucinating because of hunger? What a failure, I'm so disgusted, I would take the initiative to hug the god of death, and cry to him, my tears will only flow because of Feng Jingchen,
I will only cry to Feng Jingchen!
I didn't say anything because I really didn't want to have any conversation with this man. Damn it, I definitely won't be able to tell Feng Jingchen apart next time!
"You have disappointed me so much. Come fall with me, my angel!" I was so dazzled that I couldn't see the expression of Death clearly: "Come in." After Death finished speaking, the bedroom door opened, and then