Bind to the fake death system, the goddess turned into a black yandere for me

The next morning, sunlight poured into the house through the cracks in the window.

Shen An slowly opened his eyes, and the first feeling was that he felt very heavy.

He looked down and saw that Ling Shuangxue was still holding him tightly.

His heart skipped a beat: "This guy has been holding me for so long and won't let go?"

Just as he was about to move his body carefully, Ling Shuangxue suddenly moved.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Shen An's heart tightened, fearing that she would open her eyes and find that he was not an illusion, and send him to the west in the next second.

However, unexpectedly, she did not react at all.

Ling Shuangxue slowly opened her ice-blue eyes.

Her empty eyes were still unfocused, as if she could not see Shen An at all.

She tilted her head slightly and muttered to herself:

"The illusion is still there... You are so stubborn."

Shen An's heart sank: "She really thought I was an illusion... But it seems that she hasn't been exposed yet."

Just when he was secretly rejoicing,

Ling Shuangxue suddenly pulled out a thin rope with spiritual energy from the storage bag on her waist.

Before Shen An could react, she suddenly threw the rope towards him and tied it to his wrist in an instant.

Ling Shuangxue skillfully tied the other end to her wrist, as if talking to the "illusion":

"Since you always pester me, why not... follow me forever."

Shen An was completely speechless as he looked at the spiritual rope tied to his wrist.

He tried to pull his wrist slightly and found that although the spiritual rope seemed thin, the spiritual energy flowed in it and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

The system's voice suddenly popped up: "Host, don't panic too much. She still hasn't realized that you are real."

"However, this rope is a heavenly magic weapon, you can't get rid of it for the time being."

"Why did she tie up an illusion with such a high-end rope?"

"She may think that this will make her feel more at ease."

"You are now both her illusion and her... uh, partner."

The system's tone revealed a hint of teasing.

"Partner, I'm just a tied-up sucker now."

Just as he was still struggling to think about how to get out, the system suddenly popped up a new information interface.

Shen An glanced and found that Ling Shuangxue's favorability had quietly increased.

[Ling Shuangxue's favorability: 40% (slightly close)]

He was stunned for a moment: "What? Favorability increased by 10?"

"Host, congratulations, it seems that she relies more on illusions."

The system reminded quietly.

Ling Shuangxue didn't seem to notice Shen An's real existence. She pulled the spirit rope and confirmed that the "illusion" was still around.

She smiled slightly, with a hint of satisfaction in her voice: "This way... you won't leave, right?"

Shen An was being led by Ling Shuangxue, and he kept complaining in his heart:

I can't leave, I can't leave, I'm almost tied up like a dumpling, how can I leave...

From last night to now, his mental state has been a little tense, but Ling Shuangxue seems to be unaware.

She still regards him as some kind of illusion deep in her heart.

She walked towards the hall with him in a swagger.

When he first entered the hall, Shen An thought that Ling Shuangxue was going to deal with some paperwork.

After all, she was a dignified sword master. After entering the demon, she controlled the entire cultivation world. It should be common for her to have heavy affairs.

However, when he saw the rows of monks sitting in the hall, his heart suddenly shook.

Almost all the major sects in the entire cultivation world bowed to the pressure of the Sword Master and came here to ask for orders.

It seemed that the Sword Master, who had been possessed by a demon, had become the master of the entire cultivation world.

The atmosphere in the hall was cold and solemn, and all the cultivators were silent.

Only Ling Shuangxue sat on the main seat by herself, squinting her eyes, as if she had no interest in everything in front of her.

"This scene... What is she going to do?"

Suddenly, Ling Shuangxue waved her hand.

All the elders and disciples of the sects were dismissed, and only she and Shen An were left in the huge hall.

Shen An suddenly became nervous - a single man and a single woman, alone together, nothing good!

Just as he was about to retreat secretly, a table of exquisite cakes appeared in front of him, as if Ling Shuangxue had prepared it for the "illusion" in her mind.

He was stunned for a moment, staring at these cakes, but his stomach growled unconvincingly.

After all, it had been almost a day since he came here from the book, and he was really hungry.

"Eat, you have to enjoy the illusion."

Ling Shuangxue spoke coldly, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in her voice.

Shen An hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up resistance.

He grabbed a piece of cake and ate while observing Ling Shuangxue's movements.

She looked thoughtful, as if she was studying an ancient scroll that recorded the method of ascending to other worlds.Shen An silently guessed in his heart: "This ancient scroll... is about the art of ascension? She was possessed by the devil, thinking of ascending to escape from this world?"

Just as he was thinking deeply, the spirit rope was suddenly pulled!

Shen An was caught off guard, and his body fell forward involuntarily, rushing towards the direction where Ling Shuangxue was.

"Hey, hey, why do you do this again!"

Shen An cursed in his heart, and was about to stabilize his body, but saw Ling Shuangxue leaning down, her cold and beautiful face enlarged in front of him, instantly overwhelming him.

"You..."

Before Shen An could react, he was pressed down on the cold floor by Ling Shuangxue.

Her eyes were still cold, but there was an unquestionable meaning.

Then, her lips gently touched Shen An's lips.

The kiss came abruptly and coldly, with a piercing chill in the softness, as if her own sharp breath was soaked in it.

Shen An was stunned, his mind was blank.

Ling Shuangxue's fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.

It was like a thorny snow lotus, exuding a deadly temptation.

Just before he could fully react, he suddenly noticed the heart demon seal on Ling Shuangxue's forehead, which was as red as blood and faintly glowed with blood.

Ling Shuangxue smiled softly, her voice was low and confused, and she whispered with a hint of despair:

"You... are not an illusion."