Bu Tiange patted his shoulder and chuckled, "Baby, you can't call him like this."
Zhong Huaifeng glanced sideways, "Oh, then what do you say we should do?"
"If you ask me, this is how it should be." Bu Tiange said, pointing the gun at George's right eye.
"Tian Dao, huh? I know you can transform into anyone in these planes. You sometimes occupy their bodies, or just spy on me through their eyes. I just want to ask you, how does it feel to be pointed at with a gun?"
The system was shocked: "Host, you...?"
Bu Tiange said: "I've had enough, this game should end."
System·Weak, pitiful and helpless·System: "Ah, if you kill Tiandao, you will never be able to go back."
"Then let's talk about it later."
Bu Tiange smiled, and the muzzle of the gun was reflected infinitely in George's distracted eyes.
She pulled the trigger.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere.
The system couldn't bear to watch it, so it cut off the connection and rolled into the depths of her mind, becoming autistic.
The system knows nothing, the system is innocent, don't mess with the system.
With warm blood all over his cheeks, Bu Tiange wiped the gun barrel indifferently, not even showing the slightest change in expression.
From all directions, indistinguishable male and female voices echoed: "I thought your system could persuade you, but it's a complete waste."
As soon as he finished speaking, a fourth figure appeared in the house.
The slender woman sat on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in one hand and shaking it gently.
Her facial features are bright and sharp, her cheeks are full and without a trace of wrinkles, yet she has the maturity of someone who has experienced many things in life.
Few people could estimate her real age by her appearance. She might be 144 years old, but when she smiled she looked only 24.
And now, she smiled.
She said, “It feels like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?”
Bu Tiange looked at her, his blood-red eyes calm.
This woman looks exactly like her.
Not any fake skin with this name, but the real, invincible interstellar lone wolf.
Her original appearance.
Bu Tiange suddenly raised his arm and fired several shots at this familiar yet unfamiliar woman until the magazine was exhausted.
The woman raised her hand, and all the bullets flying towards her stopped in mid-air; when she let go again, the bullet heads fell all over the ground.
She drank the red wine in her glass in one gulp, then stood up gracefully and said to Zhong Huaifeng, "I've found that annoying loophole. The game is indeed over."
Bu Tiange followed her gaze and his eyes met Zhong Huaifeng's cold and gloomy eyes.
She grabbed his hand without hesitation and clasped her ten fingers together.
Don't be afraid, I'm here.
"Bu Tiange" threw the red wine glass casually, and the expensive crystal Bordeaux glass fell into a pool of blood.
She opened her arms, embracing the deadly silence. "It's me. I created this vast program. All these planes, and you ants, are merely codes, each performing its own function."
Bu Tiange frowned, "What criticism are you making? If you're sick, get treatment as soon as possible."
Bu Tiange pointed to his own face and said arrogantly, "Little ant, I created you. Please be respectful to me."
Bu Tiange held Zhong Huaifeng's hand tightly.
His hands were very cold, just like him, full of coldness, which made people love and hate him.
She looked directly at the imposter without fear and said coldly, "You scared my baby. Why should I respect you?"
Zhong Huaifeng pursed his lips.
This girl hasn't changed at all. No one can touch anyone she holds dear to her heart.
But...how could he be so frightened? Could he stop being so self-indulgent?
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