This villain's style is crooked

Thinking of Chacha's consciousness, in César's body, Narisa had to suppress the idea of ​​killing him, and handed him the letter she had always carried with her:

"This is what Chacha left for you."

After speaking, Narissa walked towards the palace, not wanting to take another look at César.

She wants to send today's flowers to Chacha.

And César, who was on the spot, opened the envelope stiffly like a marionette.

There was only one line written on the letter:

[I turned into light and dissipated. From now on, all the light you see is me. 】

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A tear fell on the letter paper.

César stared at the line of writing.

As if being thrown into an abyss full of thorns, stinging pain appeared all over his body.

He trembled uncontrollably, but his legs were as numb as a piece of wood, standing there.

Miss An, really saved him from the darkness.

So what did he do?

Before Miss An disappeared, he was still suspicious of her.

César finally couldn't resist the sadness spreading in his heart, and fell to his knees on the ground.

"Miss An...Miss An..."

He pressed the letter paper tightly to his chest, calling out to his god over and over again.

The hoarse voice gradually turned into a depressing cry.

Despair, regret, guilt, everything, turned into a ferocious beast at this moment, biting his filthy soul fiercely.

It turned out that he was not abandoned.

He has always been loved.

But he could never find Miss An again.

César showed a bleak smile on his tear-stained face, and stroked his brow reverently.

There, there is the last breath of God.

[Ding—the villain's favorability value +20, blackening value -40. 】

[Congratulations to the host, all tasks have been completed. 】

The letter paper pressed by César's heart suddenly turned into a puff of golden fine sand, which dissipated into the air with the blowing breeze.

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With the consciousness of a young girl in his body, César dared not die.

Miss An said that the light is her.

César then walked towards the east where the sun rose.

No carriage, no magic, just looking up at the sun, walking step by step.

Only when night falls will he condense a ball of light, carefully hold it in his hands, and continue walking.

The sun and the moon change, half a month is fleeting.

César arrived in the East End where the girl once lived.

He remembered that Miss An lived on the edge of the city.

An area of ​​old bungalows.

César was not in a hurry to go, but looked at the city carefully, as if looking for traces of the girl's visit.

The black hair and black eyes that have been exposed for a long time have aroused the attention and discussion of many people:

"Why is there another ominous person?"

"Hush——Prince Ke Lun has ordered that people with black hair and black eyes are not allowed to say such things. If they are heard by the guards, they will be punished." 166 novels

César curled his fingertips slightly.

Miss An, she thought of everything for him.

But at this moment, a kind-faced woman gave him a piece of steaming cake: "Don't pay attention to what those people say."

"They like to talk about other people when they have nothing to do."

"My good friend's daughter, Xiao An, was often said to be unlucky by them before, but after Xiao An became a saint, these people shut up."

Speaking of this, the woman's expression became depressed: "You should have heard of it, the saint of the temple."

"That kid is kind and introverted, and doesn't like to talk, but every time he comes to buy cakes from me, he will bring me the gadgets he saw on the road."

"Sometimes it's a flower, sometimes it's a round and beautiful stone."

"Xiao An is so naive, how could she be the God of Darkness? Maybe someone framed her, but she died without even a chance to explain..."

The woman's eyes turned red, she couldn't bear the sadness in her heart, she covered her face and left.

And César took a look at the cake in his hand, and quietly put down a bag of gold coins at the woman's booth.

He can be sure that the little An the woman is talking about is An Lucha.

For some reason, he felt that the person in the woman's mouth was not Miss An.

After all, César didn't go to the girl's previous residence, but stopped this wandering and returned to the South District.

He bought the castle back and set up a magic circle that forbids any living beings to step in.

The castle has not been taken care of for a long time, and the weeds in the courtyard grow wildly, giving off a sense of desolation.

César did not clear it, but carved a stone statue in the center.

It was the girl he saw in his dream.

Kneel down every day, like a faithful believer, worshiping his god.

The years passed day by day.

César's eyes became more and more empty.

He will not grow old, nor will he get sick.

But he couldn't die with the girl's consciousness.

César knelt in front of the stone statue, put his hands together, and asked the sentence he would ask every day:

"Miss An, I'm in the light, why can't I see you?"

As if he heard something, César crawled towards the stone statue excitedly, and put his cheek on the girl's fingertips in a daze:

"It turns out that you have always been by my side."

The man smiled like a child, but his dark pupils fell into a dead silence.

Obviously, gone crazy.

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in the system space.

Looking at the picture on the light screen, staying at César's crazy place, the system took out a small handkerchief that hadn't been used for a long time, and wiped the slightly damp corners of his eyes:

"As the God of Darkness, the villain spends his whole life looking for the light in his heart, so touching."

"Kacha Kacha—" Lu Cha paused while eating melon seeds, and said quietly:

"He nearly killed me so many times."

The system threw away the small handkerchief in an instant, and was very angry: "The grasshopper meets the chicken - the villain deserves it!"

"But why do you use your own body to go to the small world?"

The system does not understand.

The host can shuttle in the small world in the form of soul, but the body must stay in the system space.

It is equivalent to temporarily betting the body to the system to prevent the host from escaping and breaking away from the binding.

Therefore, if the host uses his own body to forcibly leave the space, it will be judged by the program as an escape, and the punishment will be lowered.

I heard that the soul will hurt like thousands of thin needles are pierced.

Someone once wanted to escape from the binding of the system, but because he couldn't bear the pain of punishment, he collapsed and committed suicide halfway.

But when the host went to the small world, he not only smiled and kissed the villain in his dream, but also became invisible, and only came back after watching the villain cry in despair.

Could it be that he was reluctant to part with the villain?

The system flicked the cat's tail excitedly, raising the heart of gossip.

However, Lu Cha tilted his head and thought about it: "This is like online dating."

"After a long time, I always have to show the other party what I look like."

system:"......"

It shouldn't have any expectations for the host's answer!

The system drooped its tail listlessly, and began to prepare to send the deer tea to the next world.

And above the void.

The man lying in the dormant cabin rubbed his fingertips sullenly.

My heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys all hurt.

He managed to let the little flower demon see him.

But in this world, how could he treat the little flower demon so much?

To doubt her!

Will the little flower demon dislike herself because of this matter?

The man suddenly habitually grabbed the hem of the clothes, shyly stirring the fabric with his fingertips.

But the little flower demon looks good.

The golden hair is soft and easy to touch.

Why didn't he touch it then? !

The man began to fall into irritability again, interpreting his moodiness to the fullest.