The Creator God Was Enslaved by Her Yandere Sister

There were still crystal tears streaming from the corners of Sisti's eyes lying on the bed.

Sisti walks in a world of darkness.

The dazzling light in front of her shone on her red pupils.

"Where exactly is this place?"

She clearly still remembers, inserting Shenmu into her chest

At that moment, she recalled something.

When she looked at Milna, her figure seemed to overlap with a certain figure.

- A splitting headache.

She directly felt that Shenmu was inserted into her chest, and she remembered it.

I seem to have had this experience myself.

His chest was pierced by a kitchen knife.

Then he died, and the person who started it was himself?

But she couldn't remember at all why she was here?

At that last moment, why on earth did she call Mirna a 'brother'?

It was obvious that a few weeks ago, the two of them didn't have anything to do with each other.

She is a vampire, and Mirna is an elf.

The two are like two lines of fate that pass in parallel.

No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for the two to have any intersection.

It is even less likely that it is the existence of sisters.

If sisters, then

Why did she call Mirna 'brother'?

Why not call her sister?Or a sister or something?

"elder brother?"

Histi didn't understand, she kept repeating the title.

She only felt that her chest was a little dull when she was silently reciting this title.

She desperately wanted to know the truth about it all.

So, Histi walked towards the light.

Histi only felt that she was gradually surrounded by light.

The white light enveloped her eyes, forcing her to close her eyes.

There was the sound of birds chirping outside the window.

I don't know what the smell has been precipitating in the air.

The snow-white sheets, the snow-white walls, and the snow-white quilt with the red cross logo covered him.

Histi is now lying on this big bed.

She looked around curiously, this was a place she didn't know at all.

- Where is it?

Why is there no one here?

When Histi was about to get out of bed, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.

The pain made her cling to the wall, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.

Why?Why is this body so bad?

Just walking a few steps, I felt such an uncomfortable feeling.

Why did she become such a body! ?

"Damn..."

Histi hammered the wall with her hand.

She supported her body and forced herself to the room between the toilets.

She was surprised to find that all the objects around the toilet were unfamiliar to her.

The walls are covered in white tiles just like the outside.

Including a huge bathtub made of white porcelain, and an equally white toilet.

more importantly

In the mirror in front of her, the figure reflected was not her at all.

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