The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"You're overthinking. I'm just venting my anger for the original owner. Once the incident is over, the original owner's future will be over. If she messes with me again, it won't be such a good thing." Luo Liyan went to the side. She bought a bottle of water from the store, then took a taxi back to the basement where she rented temporarily.

Yes, the basement.

There is no way, who makes the housing prices in Beijing so expensive?

She was a poor student who was kicked out to take care of her cousin. Her father gave her 2,000 yuan to rent a house. He also gave her an extra 3,000 yuan for half-semester living expenses as living expenses for this month. .

After all, the school cafeteria is not open, so eating out will always be a bit more expensive for her.

Sitting in the car, the first thing the original owner did was to calculate how much balance she still had on hand.

The tuition fees were not touched even to death, but half the semester's living expenses were already spent.

Of the extra three thousand yuan, two thousand were used, leaving one thousand yuan for living expenses.

The rent did not cost more than 2,000 yuan, and the basement only cost 1,000 yuan.

However, apart from having no windows, it was simply decorated. The previous owner was also a girl, and she seemed to be dressed in an INS style.

So staying in such a room, Luo Liyan didn't feel uncomfortable for a while.

As soon as she returned to the rental house, she immediately looked in the mirror.

To be honest, she was shocked by the appearance of the original owner.

Half of the face, from the forehead to the cheekbones, is covered with blue-black birthmarks, and the skin on the birthmarks is not normal skin, it has a pimpled feeling.

It's really amazing that a birthmark can grow like this.

Luo Liyan conjured a bottle of diluted spiritual dew from the space, wetted a cotton pad and applied it to her face.

She didn't peel it off until the cotton pad was dry.

But that birthmark is just like that. Let alone disappear, even the potholes haven’t gotten better.

"Isn't this spiritual dew expired?" Luo Liyan's head buzzed, almost exploding.

She worked very hard to collect the spiritual dew, and she also had to use the spiritual dew to nourish the spiritual grass. After all the consumption, there was not much spiritual dew left for her.

[It won’t expire, maybe the spirit dew has no effect on this birthmark. 】Xiao Liuzi reminded tactfully.

But looking so ugly is hard for even Luo Liyan to accept, let alone outsiders.

She thought for a moment, then took out a bottle of undiluted spiritual dew and performed the same operation.

The pits on the skin seemed to be lighter this time, but the color had not faded at all.

Luo Liyan took a deep breath, then covered her birthmark and blinked faintly.

[Master, don’t think too hard. Appearance is actually not important. We are just here to do the task. 】

But Luo Liyan ignored it at all, took out the dagger directly from the space, and started making gestures on his face, "You said I cut off this birthmark, then let it grow skin again, and then used Spirit Dew Would it be better to nourish it?”

When Xiao Liuzi heard what she said, he thought about the bloody scene, bared his teeth and shook his head fiercely, "No, no, this is too scary." Master, how could you be so cruel to yourself? 】

"What kind of cruelty is this? Those girls who undergo plastic surgery can peel off the skin and bones." Luo Liyan didn't think it was a big deal to cut off the birthmark. The pain was just a little pain.

At worst, just open a golden finger so that she can't feel the pain.