(Continued from previous chapter)

It was pitch black, so dark that he couldn't even see the shape of his hand when he stretched out his hand in front of him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAs with the surroundings, if you don't breathe, you can hear a small wind through the gap in the ventilation window, but it doesn't help.

It's autumn, and the wind is blowing and the temperature is plummeting. A cold wind like knives blew against the rough but sturdy walls of the Vitorian family's castle. The drawbridge-like gates, the towering walls, the slashed wooden stakes, and the riveted metal murder weapons shimmered with sharp cold light.

At a time when hot weapons were just emerging, the castle still maintained the appearance of a medieval military fortress, isolated from the inside and outside, with no information to collect.

In this kind of castle, no matter how many years of serious events have happened inside, no one outside will know about it.

No matter how cold the weather is, no matter how strong the wind is.

The underground cave in the northwest corner of the castle where Bing Qingcheng was located was still filled with a rich rancid smell that could not be resisted and could not be cleaned up.

Even if he couldn't see anything, Bing Qingcheng didn't want to move half an inch, and he didn't want to fumble to the side. There is slime all around, and if you pinch it casually, it looks like mud in a swamp, and the smell of blood that hasn't dried up will be turned up again.

She didn't feel hungry anymore, she was obviously half hungry when she slept last time, but now there was a strange feeling of emptiness in her overhungry stomach, and her throat was like a flame in her mouth, and her head was a little dizzy. The surface of the sword wound in her lungs had healed, but the flesh deep had not healed at all, and every time she breathed, the muscles involved would ache faintly.

"Grandpa, grandpa." Bing Qingcheng's voice was hoarse, and she didn't know how long it had been since she had drunk water. The man said that he would keep her here for three days, and if the already injured Bing Qingcheng was still alive, the "kind" Minver Victoria would give her a chance to live.

How many days has it been? Bing Qingcheng thought. She has always followed her grandfather's teachings, no meaningless yelling, saving physical strength, not panicking or afraid, thinking about meaningful things, you must live.

Bing Qingcheng has always been alive, in the dark, recalling the bits and pieces of her previous twelve years of life. But she habitually called her grandfather every once in a while.

"Grandpa, I'm still alive."

Although the other party can no longer hear.

Hunger and dehydration drained her physical strength, and Ice Green Orange fell into a half-asleep state once again after trying to hear her own voice. She was still awake, but her body was no longer able to react, when she heard two people talking to her.

"Wow, where is this time? It's disgusting. A little-sounding girl pinched her nose and said in disgust.

"Minver Victoria's territory, the catacombs beneath the church in the northwest corner." Another voice that terrified Bing Qingcheng said. It's not that this voice is hoarse or weird, on the contrary, this voice is very soft, and the soft dialogue that makes her say no matter how terrible it is, has a natural cruelty meaning.

The little girl's voice pinched her nose strangely, "I know, can we get out of here quickly, don't you think the stench of rot is too much to breathe." ”

"It's really a mortal who doesn't know how to appreciate, this is obviously the taste of life." Visibly excited, "the smell of life dying, the smell of life withering, the smell of life rotting." This flavor contains the tragedy of life from birth to death! What a great taste it is, why should you refuse to enjoy it? ”

The little girl was speechless for a while, wondering if the reason why she didn't become a god was because the gods of this universe were all insane, or whether it was confirmed that the gods of this universe had the commonality of devils and angels?

"Didn't you say you took me to see the heroine?" The little girl asked, "Your heroine...... No way? Is your heroine really in this kind of place? ”

The little girl noticed the ice orange that was still undulating on her chest, and she had already let go of her hand and breathed the rancid air with the ice orange. "She's still alive?"

"Of course I'm alive." The other person who terrified Bing Qingcheng reached out and poked her in the face. "How about you? This is the body I made with my own hands. You can see how smooth and white her skin is, and she won't leave a mark when she is injured. And her body, which I designed to be a little more precocious than the average person, because she doesn't live long, of course she has to grow a little faster. Do you think her lips are beautifully shaped? I specially adjusted the thickness and shape to pursue this kind of fleshy one, but it looks and feels very thin, giving the impression of being cold and unfeeling, and it actually tastes good when kissed. The fingers of this hand moved to Bingqingcheng's lips again, rubbing her lips, and then touching other places, continuing to chirp and point.

It's so cold, Bing Qingcheng struggles to open his eyes. The woman's hand on her body was simply too cold, and this coldness was not physical cold, but cold in the soul sense. Although the cold of ice and snow can frostbite the body, it does not make the soul tremble. Ice Blue Orange felt her magic churning uncontrollably, even though she was wearing handcuffs that suppressed her magic.

"So I want to tear her down." After saying a lot of words, the woman, who was a god, came to a conclusion.

"What?" The little girl was surprised, "Aren't you satisfied?" Why ......"

"Her hair is black curls and her eyes are black. It's the same as the first shape I designed. ”

"Don't." The little girl was a little panicked, "Why do you want to destroy the beauty you created with your own hands?" I know the story of your first body, the first body you created took more effort, you used pure soul raw materials, and the life you created was inherently powerful and noble, but ......"

"Promise me, let's play a game, shall we?" The god said in a diabolical tone, "I'll bet my first body and the icy orange." If you keep winning, I can give you the throne of the gods. On the contrary, you have to make the right bets. ”

"I know, I'll bet, but I have a request." The little girl said, "From today onwards, you can't tamper with the fate of Bing Qingcheng in the way of advent and possession. ”

"Okay, when I'm with you, I won't interfere in the Silver Moon Continent." The god said confidently, "Anyway, the fate I wrote must be tightly managed." But little girl, are you a little too kind, a kind person like you can't become a god? ”