Under the warm and splendid morning glow, the rotting girl slowly moved like a twisted worm.
She once imagined when she cut the Causal Line, many people should be surrounding her, cheering for her, lifting her high, praising her as a hero.
She had imagined, with her sacrifice being so heroic, maybe Su Ming'an would appear before her and question her—why did you sacrifice yourself! Then she could smile and say the words she had long prepared.
——Because I'm the most handsome Demon King, I definitely have to do something a Devil's Miss would do.
That's such a cool line.
But Su Ming'an never noticed what's happening in the Holy City. To him, the Holy City was just an insignificant battlefield, so he didn't see what she did.
"You did it, surprised me. Generally speaking, you couldn't have held up." The Deity appeared beside her, giving a comment.
She gazed quietly at Him: "Then why don't you save me, I'm hurting so much, I feel like I'm going to be out of breath…"
