The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"What does this have to do with me?" Mo Qibai said this sarcastically.

Just when Luo Liyan desperately wanted to accept her fate, he suddenly stood up.

"Since you can't afford the compensation, let's pay with your body!"

The faint voice made Luo Liyan tighten her collar in fright, and she looked at the man in front of her defensively.

"No! I won't sell myself!"

"Do you think I will fall in love with you?" Mo Qibai sarcastically retorted.

Although he was more interested in her, he knew very well that it had nothing to do with the love between men and women.

He just wanted to bully her, and wanted to see her being forced to please herself while holding back her anger.

This made him feel inexplicably happy both physically and mentally.

There is even an idea of ​​making her into a specimen for collection.

He knew that he had not yet been able to get out of the role in the novel, and that he had even tended to get deeper and deeper into it in recent years.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies.

He was gradually on the verge of losing control.

However, the appearance of the woman in front of him gave him an opportunity.

He had never had such a strong desire to kill someone.

However, in just half an hour of getting along, he had already thought about digging out her eyes to keep them, or making her into a specimen.

Even the smell of her body was wanted to be preserved.

But what's even more surprising is that I just simply imagined it in my mind, without even having to go into as much detail as when I created it, and I felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

More importantly, he obviously wanted to hurt her so much, but he didn't dare to cross that boundary.

It's not that she's afraid of committing a crime, it's that she's afraid that the color on her body will wither with death.

It's like walking a tightrope.

Luo Liyan felt that Mo Qibai's gaze on her was strange.

It's like the scorching sun in July, or the cold north wind in December.

She weakly took half a step back.

"So, are you going to flee in fear of crime now?" Mo Qibai's voice sounded faintly again.

Like a demon seeking life in hell.

"My brain is not good!" Luo Liyan gritted her teeth and forced out a sentence.

In fact, she knew that the man in front of her could never be her opponent in terms of force.

But she could feel an inexplicable fear of him from the bottom of her heart, and wanted to stay away from him, even further away.

It seemed as if big trouble would befall him at any time.

Mo Qibai looked at her steadily and suddenly laughed, "I already knew it, no need to emphasize it."

She is actually a little bit cute.

It's a pity that this kind of cuteness only makes me want to bully her even more.

"I mean, you can just tell me what you want me to do!" Luo Liyan was a little tired.

I felt that I might have been unlucky for eight lifetimes to provoke such a lunatic.

Not to mention that if you can’t get a manuscript, you will be banned by the editor-in-chief.

An ancient god who offended such a literary circle would be banned in a matter of minutes.

Until now, she has not been able to realize how things suddenly became like this.

"I won't go to the hospital! I was injured because of you! My manuscript was rejected by you, and I couldn't find anything inappropriate." Mo Qibai said, without giving Luo Liyan any opening. Taking the opportunity, he turned around and walked towards the huge living room.

Proud!

Luo Liyan finally understood what he was going to do, curled her lips and complained silently in her heart.

She quickly closed the door and followed him in.