Su Deng's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at him.

Yan Sizhan's spear vanished, and he walked up to Su Deng, grabbed her hand, and placed the fragments in her palm. He said calmly, "How many more do you want? I can kill them quickly."

Su Deng: "…………??"

Seemingly sensing her confusion, Yan Sicheng's dark eyes remained calm as his dark green hair brushed against her delicate brow bone, and he spoke in a cool, clear voice, "The betrothal gifts."

He paused, then added, "One of the betrothal gifts."

Su Deng: "………………"

Let's not even talk about whether he's crazy or not.

Who the hell would use something like this as a betrothal gift?

Her silence is the Cambridge of tonight.

“Although I don’t remember proposing to you, my instincts tell me I know you, so what you’re saying must be true,” Yan Sizhan continued. “Ares said that you have to give a dowry when you propose to someone.”

If Ares knew that his casual, perfunctory words had been remembered and carried out in this way, Ares would have cut out his tongue on the spot and turned back time.

Su Deng: "..."

Confirmed!

This eighth executor of the Divine Court is insane!

Have a serious illness.

"you……"

Su Deng's words circled around and then stopped.

Whether Yan Sizhan is a real god or not, his power is undeniable.

With his martial prowess, it's practically the same as having a cheat code.

This game doesn't say you can't cheat.

Anything is acceptable as long as we can win.

Since they can cheat...

Su Deng looked at Yan Sizhan in front of her, her eyes flickering slightly, and tentatively asked, "Then will you give me whatever I want?"

Yan Sizhan nodded without hesitation.

“Okay.” Su Deng took a deep breath. “I want to leave this game and return to the real world, or die completely and permanently.”

What a load of bull – forced survival.

Why go crazy in this insane game when you can just die?

Yan Sizhan's brows furrowed slightly. "Do you really want to die?"

Su Deng replied calmly, "Yes."

Yan Sizhan was silent for a moment, then a silver spear wreathed in emerald flames appeared in his hand. The spearhead, gleaming with a cold light, stopped at Su Deng's heart. "Why?"

"For no reason, I just don't want to live anymore." Su Deng looked at him frankly, her cold voice uttering each word with conviction, "If you really want to give me something, then why not give me a death I can choose?"