Bab 952: God's descent (59) _1

The system in the pure white space was speechless.

The melon in her hand suddenly didn't smell good.

He had only gone offline for a while, so why was the host so perverted?

Who was this Chuunibyou girl cosplaying as the Grim Reaper with a black sickle?

wcccc？!

Demon ... Demonized?

No, how did he become demonized?

Wait ... It couldn't be because he had just released her from the power restriction, right?

The system shivered.

System 677 poked Fu min and whispered, "[ host, W-what's wrong with you? ]

The system still hoped that its host might still remember its luck.

The black-haired girl stopped in her tracks.

She frowned.

Her cold eyes swept around the air, but she didn't find anything strange. This realization made the young girl's face sink even more.

What was this, pretending to be mysterious ...?

System 677 held its breath.

What does the host want to do?