Bind to the fake death system, the goddess turned into a black yandere for me

Ling Shuangxue approached slowly, and every step made Shen An's heart beat faster.

She said coldly: "Why do you want to escape?"

Shen An immediately began to read according to the script.

"Your Majesty, I... I just want to get some fresh air..."

Ling Shuangxue sneered.

"Fresh air? Running to the mountain gate in the middle of the night to get some fresh air?"

Ling Shuangxue suddenly reached out and grabbed Shen An's hair, forcing him to look up.

"Why do you want to escape? Am I not good to you?"

"Your Majesty... I just... want freedom..."

It was like triggering a keyword.

Ling Shuangxue's expression instantly became gloomy.

"Freedom? Does your freedom mean leaving me?"

She waved her hand violently, and a chill knocked Shen An to the ground.

Shen An cried out in pain, feeling as if his whole body had fallen into an ice cave.

Ling Shuangxue looked down at him, her voice cold.

"Since you want freedom so much, then taste the taste of freedom."

After saying that, she grabbed Shen An and instantly returned to the palace.

The punishment that followed made Shen An feel miserable.

Whipping, ice torture, mental torture...

Ling Shuangxue seemed to vent all her anger on him.

Finally, Shen An fell to the ground with wounds all over his body, almost unconscious.

Ling Shuangxue squatted down and gently stroked his face.

"Remember, you will never escape from me."

Shen An nodded weakly, but said in his heart.

"System, is this plot over? I'm going to faint."

The system sighed on the side.

"Of course, host, this plot is really exciting!"

Before Shen An fainted, he just wanted to beat the system up.

The next morning, he opened his eyes.

The severe pain from all over his body made Shen An feel miserable.

He tried to move.

But he found that every slight movement involved the wounds on his body.

It brought piercing pain.

Shen An gritted his teeth and forced himself to sit up, looking down at his body.

His clothes had long been torn to shreds, and his back was covered with whip marks, bruises, and burns.

Some wounds were still bleeding, while others had already scabbed over.

His arms, chest, back, and even legs were not spared.

It was as if he had been carefully taken care of with torture instruments.

However, when Shen An reached out to touch his face.

He was surprised to find that it was as smooth as before, without any scars.

He fumbled to his feet and stumbled to the bronze mirror in the room.

The mirror reflected an intact face, in sharp contrast to the bruised body.

"Heh."

Shen An sneered.

"It seems that the Lord is still reluctant to hurt the face of her beloved."

At this moment, his eyes fell on his feet.

The chains that were already very thick were replaced with thicker and heavier ones at some point.

The new chains had a cold metallic luster.

They looked much stronger than before.

The system's voice sounded at the right time.

"Wow, host, you look really 'terribly' now!"

"But don't worry, readers will definitely like this kind of plot~"

Shen An was immersed in his thoughts when the door was suddenly knocked gently.

A maid walked in respectfully, holding a set of neatly folded clothes in her hands.

"Sir."

The maid said with her head down.

"This is the clothes that the Lord ordered me to send."

Shen An reluctantly sat up and took the clothes.

When he unfolded the clothes, he was stunned.

This is a snow-white robe with delicate cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar, and a light blue jade belt tied around the waist.

Shen An's fingers unconsciously stroked the soft fabric, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

He recognized this dress.

This is exactly the robe that Shen An often wore in the original book.

He remembered that the book had described Shen An countless times in this dress.

Ling Shuangxue always looked at him with loving eyes.

Now, this symbolic dress is in his hands.

"Sir, do you need me to help you tie your hair?"

The maid asked softly.

Shen An came back to his senses and shook his head.

"No, I can do it myself. You go down."

The maid bowed and left, leaving Shen An alone staring at the dress in a daze.

He slowly stood up and put on the robe carefully.

The fabric gently adhered to his scarred body, bringing a hint of coolness.

Shen An walked to the bronze mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

Against the white robe, his face looked even paler.

The face that was exactly the same as the late Shen An was now wearing the clothes that he loved most in his life.

"What a irony."

Shen An smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Am I not the perfect substitute for Shen An now?"

"Wow, Host! You look so much like Shen An in the original novel! Ling Shuangxue will love you even more now! "

Shen An did not answer, but just straightened his clothes.

No matter what, he had to continue acting.

Until he could return to the real world.