100 Ways to Get the Male God

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Yu Chu, who was about to step down from the high platform, blinked and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

"You're just an ordinary person," the boy looked at her coldly, his lips pursed slightly, and the long pouring of ice silver looked like a delicate and beautiful ice and snow sculpture.

"How can you enter the hell?" he asked slowly.

Yu Chu was stunned, "Demon prison? Here?"

She looked up at the hall and felt that this word was very suitable to describe it.

She shook her head sincerely: "I don't know." After a pause, she pointed to the history book in her arms, "I admire you very much, so I really want to do something for you. If I can come in here, I may also have something for you. help."

The teenager narrowed his clear eyes, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and said flatly, "You can't."

"..."

Yu Chu pouted, "Okay, I'm leaving."

Ansier didn't speak, just closed his eyes slightly and listened to the girl's footsteps.

Yu Chu stepped off the high platform, but felt that he couldn't get out. She looked out the door.

There were still glittering passages, not the corridors of the school library.

The last time I left here, it was a sudden sense of weightlessness, and after dizziness, I returned to the school corridor.

On the high platform, the boy silently opened his eyes.

The beautiful clear eyes stared at the girl below quietly, and after a few seconds, the eyelashes drooped slightly again.

Yu Chu stood under the high platform for a while, and suddenly heard a slight noise.

She turned her head to look, but saw the chain sticking out of the snow-white pool, and it began to tremble slightly.

She raised her head in astonishment, and saw the huge tombstone that was originally pitch-black began to slowly turn red at this moment, and black and red demonic energy spread along the chains.

Those demonic energy wrapped around the boy's fair ankles and wrists, and where the steel nails were pierced, the dark red blood began to seep slowly, smearing the snow-white clothes.

The blood dripped down the ice and silver, and the contrast between the fair skin and the dark red was particularly obvious.

The beautiful and clear boy was motionless.

He lowered his eyelashes, and his expression was calm, as if he had not endured any pain.

Yu Chu looked at all this in amazement.

Ansier's eyes met hers.

The boy who was bound to the tombstone was snow-white and cold, like a certain god.

At this moment, Yu Chu finally realized clearly what is the difference between Ansair as the first magic genius and those ordinary people in this world.

He is already a god.

The gods who are pure and unstained, and the heart without waves, everything is white and clear.

He was bound to a chain, nailed through his wrist and collarbone, and was subjected to constant torture, but his face was expressionless, and his Bingyin pupils were as silent as a frozen lake.

Facing his quiet eyes, this body even had an urge to kneel.

His knees softened slightly, Yu Chu bit his lip, and saw the man lightly close his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

It must be painful.

The steel nails began to be slowly pulled out from the collarbone, and the red and black magic energy wrapped around the steel nails, even making a hissing sound when it scratched the surface of the wound.

Ansier remained expressionless.

The four steel nails were slowly pulled out little by little, suspended in mid-air, surrounded by magical energy.

Yu Chu stayed for a few seconds, then suddenly dropped the book and stepped up to the high platform, approaching the tombstone.

The young man was always quiet, his eyelashes lowered slightly, and his expression was flat.

The suspended steel nails began to rotate slowly.

About to be pinned again.

A slender hand suddenly stretched out beside them, grabbed them, and threw them down the high platform.