The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

 Ziying is not afraid of failure. Over the years, she has been able to feel that no matter what she encounters, no matter how great the difficulties and obstacles she has experienced, she will succeed in the end, and the world is on her side.

 The sound of the bells became more and more violent.

 The golden light flooded.

Ranbai watched with cold eyes.

 The law enforcement officers will not take action, they will only collect the corpses.

Feng Luo sighed and looked at the girl of luck with a look of determination on her face: "Which number is this?"

 “The second one.” Ranbai said calmly.

 The second one in the world of horror is one who has been blessed with great luck. This purple energy coming from the east is heavier, and I'm afraid it will be lost here.

Having seen so many worlds, there is no shortage of children of luck who are loved by heaven, but those who insist on violating the rules - that is not the case, it is a dead end.

 Seize things first and suppress people first. Ziying didn't pay attention to Jiang Chaan at all. What does a frail and sick NPC mean? What she was really afraid of was the black-robed, silver-haired girl in front of her.

 This person gave her a strange feeling.

 Instinctively dangerous.

"Are you going to **** it from me?" Ziying turned the prop dagger in her hand. It was extremely sharp and she could do it with ease. Her cold eyes were full of mockery. There was no human emotion, more like a trained weapon. "Meet me. You're out of luck."

 Jiang Chaan put his hand to his lips.

 The eyes show a special amber texture under the swaying light of the red candle in the library.

 “Don’t disturb the truth.”

 She said gently.

 Ziying has already taken the lead.

Jiang Chaan never thought of confronting Ziying head-on.

 Died tragically at the hands of players countless times, becoming a stepping stone for the Son of Destiny.

She has long understood that in terms of positives, the rules never allow her to win against the players.

 That’s why I have to be an obedient puppet.

  Controlling more puppets.

 White silk thread, beating puppet.

 The joints move and make a clicking sound.

 “Gao Maobin?!” Ziying’s stunned voice echoed in the library.

 Who will let whom go? That rainy night.

Gao Maobin waited in the corner for two full hours. With his cautious character, he dared to confirm that Jiang Chaan had left. There was no sound around, and it was eerily quiet. He repeated his thinking actions.

 There is no red shadow at all.

It's all just Jiang Chaan's pretentiousness.

 The opponent wants to hunt players in this way.

　　It seems like this should be a revenge type script.

 He is only one step away from the truth.

Gao Maobin was deep in thought as he walked out. Suddenly, his steps suddenly stopped, his cheeks twitched slightly, and his skin seemed to be spasming.

 He saw the shadows covering the ground.

 He was tapped on the shoulder.

Gao Maobin shouted sharply and quickly threw out the prop. The moment he turned his head, he saw a **** red figure on the rooftop with a pale face. He was the real main character in the dungeon.

 Turns out, it’s not fake…

 It’s hard to tell the difference between true and false, false and true...

Gao Maobin’s eyes were full of horror.

 The next day, Ziying met Gao Maobin, who had already become an NPC in this world.

 All cooperation is just the eyes of the NPC.

 Jiang Chaan wants to use Ziying to find what she wants.

 Because npc can never get close to the truth.

 She can only rely on the player.

 And Ziying has great luck.

 This is the best candidate.

 Ziying gritted her teeth and her eyes gradually turned cold: "Do you think this mere puppet is my opponent?"

Jiang Chaan coughed continuously, as if he would collapse at any time, but he smiled gently: "I hope it will be as you wish."

The girl of luck is indeed the girl of luck, and even if she falls behind, the rules will always be on her side.