Rebirth System: Cultivating Villains

"No, she chose me, not the headquarters. Besides, since she is so important to you, you should respect her personal choice."

Jiang Jiang finally found the hang-up button on the huge display screen. Just as she reached out to press it, the man's voice rang out again.

"Aren't you afraid that you will be regarded as a wanted criminal? Or to be more blunt, you will die."

His voice seemed to come from the abyss.

His eyes examined Jiang Jiang's soul.

Trying to oppress Jiang Jiang and force her to return their witch.

Facing the man's deep gaze that seemed to be able to penetrate everything, Jiang Jiang's heart was not disturbed at all. She responded very calmly, "I have died many times before..."

The subtext behind this sentence is self-evident, which is that she is no longer afraid of death.

After Jiang Jiang said the last word, she pressed the hang up button.

Watching the terrifying breath of death from the headquarters closing from the screen, the system felt like it had walked through the gates of hell and met the King of Hell, who looked down on it and sent it back to the world of the living.

[Host, what's in your treasure bag? ]

The system asked Jiang Jiang.

The figure of that woman appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. "All the beautiful adjectives in the world are not enough to describe her perfect work of art." Jiang Jiang said with a smile.

[…The host has a secret. ]

"Of course, everyone has their own secrets." Jiang Jiang suppressed the corners of his lips that kept curling up and answered the system calmly.

As the phone call ended, the air around me resumed flowing and time slipped away quietly.

Jiang Jiang can watch TV well again.

Who do you think invented television?

Not enough to look at.

The drizzle outside the house was falling without any sign of stopping, instead it was getting heavier.

Accompanied by bursts of thunder, lightning streaked across the sky covered by dark clouds.

Jiang Jiang silently turned off the TV, walked to the window and looked outside.

It rained harder and harder.

Bean-sized raindrops hit the ground, accompanied by hailstones as big as marbles.

There was a crackling sound.

There is an extra-large and spacious balcony on the second floor, which is where she and Xiao Qingcheng usually hang their clothes to dry.

Every time the washed clothes are hung there neatly, they are not affected by strong winds and rain at all.

Jiang Jiang dragged a folding chair out of the house, gently placed it on the balcony, and then sat on it.

She stared quietly at the falling raindrops, listening to the sound of them hitting the wooden boards of the balcony, and her thoughts gradually drifted away.

On the rainy road in the distance, a vague figure caught Jiang Jiang's attention.

Through the hazy rain, she vaguely saw a woman in a mint green dress walking towards her.

The folding umbrella in the woman's hand had long been blown over by the strong wind, and the ribs had broken, so it could no longer protect her from the wind and rain.

She walked with difficulty in her high-heeled sandals, but she still moved forward firmly.

The nearest house nearby is this villa.

Jiang Jiang stared straight ahead for a long time, and finally recognized the man's identity.

Jiang Jiang turned back into the house without hesitation, got an umbrella and hurried downstairs.

It turned out to be Luffy, Jiang Jiang’s rival in the original plot material.

At this moment, Lu Fei was curled up on the side of the road, and the heavy rain was soaking her skirt mercilessly.

The bean-sized raindrops slid down her hair like strings of crystal bead curtains.

Her originally delicate makeup gradually became blurred under the rain and lost its original luster.