Jinghuan trembled all over, looked ahead, bit her lip, and prepared to beg for mercy.
The God of Wealth, who resembled a noble lady from the mortal world, spoke with a hint of weariness on his face:
"The pre-meal drama should come to an end now; it's overshadowing the main course and should affect our appetite."
Now that everything that could be tested has been tested, it's clear that a good-for-nothing is a good-for-nothing, and all the previous preparations have proven to be a waste of time.
Using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito is a waste of effort!
She even came up with many "interesting" uses for the items she bought.
For example, the Golden Arrow of Love—who says falling in love with death isn't a kind of love? Besides, loving her is fine too; love that merges into one is absolutely amazing.
Almost the instant the words left her mouth, Jinghuan let out a shrill scream. Black, viscous liquid seeped from her wounds all over her body, dripping down.
The blood mist suddenly coalesced into strands of flesh, twisting and clinging close to her...
"Get away from me, you filthy thing!"
Jinghuan screamed, her face contorted in pain—no, if you could even call those her facial features.
Ignoring all the dazzling spells that blocked it, the blood streaks invaded Jinghuan's body. The tender flesh spread at a visible speed, its soft and beautiful color sure to be a favorite of any painter.
These chunks of meat, in various shapes—round, strip-shaped, filamentous, square, and so on—compress facial features into an abstract artwork.
Not only that, Jinghuan's former graceful figure is no more, and chunks of flesh, black slime, and mixed black hair are growing wildly.
This appearance has exceeded the limits of what a person can bear; it could almost drive someone crazy instantly.
While cleaning up the host's mess, he told everyone to keep their eyes closed, otherwise, if they looked any longer, they might turn into some kind of monster.
While touching her heart, she trembled:
"That scared the system to death," the system said, glancing at its head. It nearly short-circuited its data. Recalling the bits and pieces of information the host had previously revealed, the system thought deeply:
"The invasion and assimilation of flesh and blood, coupled with inexplicable intimidation and terror, the style of this is hard to describe. Tsk tsk tsk, the main god is really bold!"
Feeling a chill run down my spine, I narrowed down my search area and pretended I hadn't found anything.
Tears were streaming down her face. No wonder she was so "lucky" to have chosen Ling Xiao; it turned out that some god had pulled some strings behind the scenes!
Soon, Jinghuan was powerless to resist—her mind dissipated and her body was on the verge of collapse.
Ling Xiao gently gathered the loose strands of hair with her fingers as a comb, humming a strange little tune, and slowly braided a pigtail.
The afterglow of victory made her feel refreshed, and a satisfied look appeared on the girl's bright face.
Everything seemed to have returned to calm, the dust had settled, but the system's heart was at its highest, and it said very seriously:
"Success or failure hinges on this moment. Host, you must use the Illusionary Aura to heal your wounds. This system will do its utmost, but I must also remind you—"
She was almost reduced to a comedic figure, looking at the pool of Jinghuan that even her own mother wouldn't recognize:
"The Supreme God isn't doing charity; even the sweet treats he offers are laced with poison. Devouring Jinghuan will inevitably lead to the backlash of this world."
He forced out the next words through gritted teeth, "Even if we're lucky enough to escape without getting killed, don't even think about the reward."
Who can understand his sacrifice!
The main god doesn't pay a base salary; the system relies on a percentage of the host's earnings. This time, the host didn't receive the mission reward, so he didn't get the bonus.
But he dared not boast of his achievements, lest Ling Xiao find out that he was only getting a commission. Even a fool could tell.
—He himself did not have a good ending.
Ling Xiao was caught in a dilemma; she couldn't have her cake and eat it too, but she wanted both!
Perhaps due to her "talent," before Jinghuan was even completely dead, the system heard a cheerful command:
"Ahem, quickly go and get the Golden Arrow of Love."
System: Completely bewildered and confused, yet muscle memory has already completed the series of steps: waking up Yingchun, obtaining the golden arrow, and then manually falling asleep again.
Only after the golden arrow fell into Ling Xiao's hands and he examined it closely did he cautiously raise a question: someone had too many shady tricks up their sleeve, and they had to be on guard.
"Love is not unique to humans. Many sages have said that mountains and rivers have a spirit, and all things have love..."
Ling Xiao, acting like a moral envoy, lectured the system earnestly, quoting classic texts and spouting a series of profound principles that left the system dizzy.
"So what exactly do you want?!"
Ling Xiao stopped talking, seemingly unsatisfied, and casually tossed the golden arrow between two fingers. The arrow instantly transformed into lightning, streaking across the sky, and a voice filled with laughter rang out:
"Love makes people lose their minds. If we want the world to be merciful, why not just make it fall in love with me?"
The system was dumbfounded, its mind reeling for a long time, as data streams surged wildly like a raging storm.
You can do that?! I can't believe it!
After the golden arrow was shot, the effect was immediate. Starting from where Ling Xiao stood, the place, which was originally like ruins, was completely transformed.
Grass sprouts peeked out, flowers of all colors bloomed enthusiastically, and a clear spring flowed gently, instantly transforming the surroundings into a paradise.
Not only that, suddenly huge purple Ganoderma lucidum appeared, along with ginseng with bright red fruit, and a herd of deer left behind their antlers as they passed by...
He sniffed hard and muttered, "Damn, the air smells so much sweeter."
I can't help but feel a little contemptuous; how shameless!
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and put away the gifts from my suitor!"
Ling Xiao stamped her foot shyly, saying in a very "coquettish" manner, almost causing her to short-circuit in fright.
After accepting the gift, the next scene was the intimate one. The girl, holding up her skirt, excitedly ran to Jinghuan.
As a sign of respect, the system grew two matchstick hands and made the sign of the cross with its eyes closed.
Jinghuan strained to open her eyes wide, looking at the golden-clad girl before her, who was surrounded by a dazzling array of gold. With her last breath, she said:
"Am I about to perish? I am so unwilling!"
After speaking, a bitter smile appeared on her face, which was unrecognizable as human. In a daze, she thought of the little fairies and monsters she had tricked, who must have felt the same resentment before they died.
The cycle of destiny is ever-present, and retribution is clearly manifest between good and evil!
"Don't worry, everyone knows I, Ling Xiao, am a master at utilizing materials. I guarantee I'll make the most of your resources."
A cheerful voice rang out, and the alarm bells of the dying Fairy Illusion blared. She desperately tried to say something, but only futilely swallowed her last breath.
A strange, sticky sound rang out, accompanied by a rich aroma that filled the entire space.
Slowly, a fine rain of blood began to fall, and indistinct cries of ghosts echoed from the earth. Gods had fallen, and heaven and earth grieved!
They'd gone from reciting Jesus' name to reciting Buddha's name, and even unconsciously pulled out a wooden fish drum...
Time passed slowly, and after an unknown amount of time, the system "had no choice" but to knock the awakened individuals unconscious again.
A pair of fair, flawless, and vibrant arms embraced the system light cluster tightly.
A slightly joyful voice rang out: "The effect is really good!"
He cautiously turned his head and saw a beautiful face that could be both happy and angry looking at him.
Unfortunately, a small patch of dry, dead skin remained on the beauty's face, making her pale, withered, and covered with fine scales.
"Oh, some of the shed skin hasn't been peeled off yet," Ling Xiao said, deftly peeling off the dead skin.
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