[Dark article] [Arson Bear and Alice]

[Horror song]

A strange world!

Woke up and became a headless teddy bear.

Sewn it up by hand. There is a speaker in the head, which will emit sounds as his emotions fluctuate.

Alice: The little bear is the cutest toy I have ever seen, but... but he has too many eyes.

At three o'clock in the morning, the little bear puppets held hands and sang songs.

[Task: Sewing the head. ]

[Reward: Eyes of Desolation, Demon Bear Bloodline, Nightmare Whisper]

[Eyes of Desolation: All places you see are demon eyes]

Blood-red eyes surged out of the red hair.

[Demon Bear Bloodline: The arson bear from hell, the flames are just toys. ]

Dark Ceramic Lolita sat on the shoulder of the demon bear, singing and conveying fear!

With hot breath, the fire of hell reappeared in the world as she walked.

A giant fire bear walking in the abyss is coming step by step.

From a toy bear to a fearful demon bear, he is a weird demon god and a little bear who loves arson!

[A car like a closed room, a woman stabbed to death, and the sound of police sirens getting closer and closer. What choice will you make as a suspected murderer? ]

[1. Do nothing, wait for the police to arrive, and then surrender to the police and admit that you killed the woman]

[2. Do nothing, wait for the police to arrive, but firmly deny that you killed the woman]

[3. Escape]

[4. Before the police arrive, try your best to cover up your evidence of murder and escape responsibility]

"Of course, choose 4!"

Traveling through Tokyo, facing the system that suddenly appeared in front of him, Akikawa Sosuke made a firm decision.

Akikawa Sosuke firmly believed that as long as he survived the crisis in front of him, he could have a peaceful and stable life.

Until he met the elementary school student wearing a red bow tie and round-frame glasses, who called himself a detective...

(Detective Conan fanfiction, original plot, no repetition of animation content)

After traveling through time and space and becoming a yellow-haired villain in the early stage of a certain Feng Aotian novel, Mu En said that he just wanted to live well.

But, the story development seems a little wrong?

The princess was drugged and her pants were taken off, but why didn't the protagonist arrive yet?

Why did the protagonist's childhood sweetheart, the noble saint, frequently flirt with me?

Even the obedient and well-behaved maid has been looking at me with a dangerous look recently!

Where is the protagonist? The protagonist, please save her!!

"Haha, you have to be responsible for robbing my woman~"

The protagonist of Feng Aotian said with a kind smile, holding a hatchet in his hand.

(Unlimited streaming + no heroine + original copy + shifting reasoning + decisive killing)

【Welcome to the weird game】

[As long as you clear the dungeon, you will get everything you want, wealth, power, health... everything]

In the thirty-sixth year since the advent of the strange game, Qiss was pulled into the dungeon by the Lord God.

Gray fog and yellow clouds cover the sky, ghosts and monsters roam the streets, towering dead trees rise from the ground, and skeletons and carrion pile up everywhere.

This is not reality, there is no such thing as morality and conscience; this is not chaos, there are laws and rules that cannot be disobeyed.

Qisi took a look at the rules and found a lot of loopholes that could be exploited.

(This book is also known as "I Will Dominate the Weird" and "I Will Steal Gods in Weird Games")

——Wenqing version (not speaking human language version) Copywriting——

The rules feed on the gods, and the gods sacrifice all living beings.

The strange game is the snare, and the mysterious resurgence is the medium.

Under the cold fig leaf is an indescribable horror.

Not wanting to be controlled by fate, Si Qi jumped out of his shackles.

Tear apart morality and dance alone on the border between black and white; break away from the rules and build your own throne.

He is not a god in this life, but Weird Games has already prepared a god status for him and welcomed his return with a feast of death.

How difficult is the immortal way!

What's more, this world of cultivating immortals has been completely changed by a plague!

Ordinary people are infected with disease, and once immortals come into contact with them, their cultivation base will decline at least, and they will return to heaven in severe cases, so the immortals will be separated forever;

Immortals cannot be practiced together, and the entire world of cultivating immortals has become a huge dark forest;

...

Li Fan came across, although he was ambitious, but he could only wallow in the mortal world, wasting his life.

Fortunately, at the end of his life, he finally awakened a strange treasure, which can turn the truth into a falsehood, turn the real life into a dream, and return to the time when he just crossed over!

Thus, Li Fan began his long journey of life!

In the second life, Li Fan finally ruled the world for fifty years, but he searched the world and found no trace of the fairy. Only at the end of life can you see the traces of immortals.

In the third life, Li Fan devoted all his energy and planning, but in the end he was no match for the immortal's sword!

Fourth world...

...

I, Li Fan, am a mortal, I will never regret for a lifetime, but I only want to live forever!

Demonic Cultivator + Systemless + Insidious Six + Decisive Killing. Also known as "A mortal cultivating immortality, who can be more yin than me".

The moment Song Wen killed the thin little beggar and took his blood and soul, all the cells in his body jumped with joy and his spirit was high. He knew that killing would be inevitable in this life.

In order to survive and live forever, they will sacrifice themselves at all costs.

"Qian Renxue, don't you understand yet? I teach you knowledge and help you become a god, but the ultimate goal is to destroy your Spirit Hall."

"Bibi Dong, you are a love-minded and paranoid person, and you are not as smart as your daughter. It is all your fault that you have ended up here today."

"Zhu Zhuqing, if you only know how to fight and kill to survive in the royal family, it is useless. Only the cruel and sinister people can survive!"

"Bo Saixi, you don't want the innocent people on Poseidon Island to die because of you, right?"

...

Su Cheng, who traveled across Douluo Continent and continuously improved his strength with the help of the "Villain Life Simulator", did not expect that one day the real masters would come to his door.

And there seems to be something wrong with these people's personalities.

"Su Cheng, do you enjoy being my father?"

"Brother Voldemort, I can only wrong you again, I will thank you when I have time."

The formerly bustling Diagon Alley has now been turned into a sea of flames.

The powerful Fiercefire Curse swept across the entire Diagon Alley with lightning speed.

The raging flames ignited every corner in Diagon Alley.

The gigantic monster made up of Fiendfire rampaged recklessly in Diagon Alley.

Countless houses were ignited by Fiendfire, becoming the fuel for this demonic carnival.

Up to hundreds of meters, thick black smoke soaring into the sky covered the entire sky, dyeing the blue sky gray.

Facing such a terrifying purgatory on earth, Lester didn't panic at all, quickly took out his wand, and skillfully released the Dark Mark towards the sky.

A day later, the Dark Lord Voldemort launched another terrorist attack, and the news that he used Fiercefire to destroy the entire Diagon Alley has spread throughout the magic world with lightning speed.

Just when wizards from various countries decided to form a coalition of wizards to enter the British magic world together and destroy the Dark Lord.

Voldemort, who had been in the corner all the time, looked bewildered. Why did he inexplicably carry another big pot!

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor.

At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’‽”