Falling In Love With The Grim Reaper

When Ling Xiao came to Chi Jiayan's house, it was in chaos.

Messier than ever.

The glass on the balcony broke again at some point—this must be a good thing by Lu Cheng.

Useless sundries and furniture were cleared out, leaving some intact and useful ones, which were covered with plastic sheets to protect them.There are paint buckets and brush rollers in the corner, and two of the walls have been painted halfway. The pea green wall paint makes the home look spacious and clean.

When Chi Jiayan came home from school, he was taken aback by Ling Xiao who suddenly appeared, with surprise in his eyes that couldn't be hidden: "Brother!"

Blue Wind revealed its huge head from the window again.

Fortunately, Xiao Hei ran away because he hated the smell of paint, and was nowhere to be seen at the moment, otherwise it would have been another grinning confrontation.

Chi Jiayan didn't like this.

Ling Xiao glanced at him lightly: "What are you doing?"

Chi Jiayan threw the schoolbag on the ground and said with a smile, "Renovation! I'll do it myself!"

"why?"

Humans in this world seem to like to do these boring things.

"...Brother, don't you like a clean and tidy place?" Chi Jiayan realized that he had slipped his tongue when he said it, and subconsciously covered it, but then put down his hands and blushed, "it was Lu Cheng who said it. He said Brother, you don’t come to my place, it must be because I’m too lazy and too dirty.”

Ling Xiao said: "No."

Chi Jiayan suddenly opened his eyes wide, and asked in confusion, "Why is that?"

Ling Xiao said indifferently: "I don't want to come."

"Oh……"

The boy's tone suddenly dropped.

Ling Xiao was not untouched.

In fact, since the teenager showed up, he's kind of out of control.

Ling Xiao didn't look at him, and asked directly, "Where are my clothes?"

Chi Jiayan was stunned for several seconds before he realized it, and said slowly, "It's in my closet."

Because the living room is being tidied up, the bedrooms are the most piled up.

Chi Jiayan moved several sundries away, and moved a high stool to barely reach the height of the closet.

There were a lot of clothes in the crowded closet, and it didn't look like Chi Jiayan was alone.There are women's and adult men's, and the styles are all from the early years.It should be a relic of his parents, but for some reason it is still preserved.These clothes were all messily entangled, but the black robe hung up neatly.

Flat and flat, it occupies a lot of space.

"Because you haven't been here for a long time, I'm not sure if I can wash it." Chi Jiayan took off his clothes, and sure enough, as Lu Cheng said, he was not as tall as this black robe, "But I kept them well. Brother, take a look."

Ling Xiao took the black robe.

In fact, he has too many black robes, and they are not ordinary things, so there is no such thing as cleaning.

He also would not have thought that one day a human teenager would wash the Death God's surgical robe.

Ling Xiao silently walked to the window, stepped on Cangfeng's front legs and rode on it.

He heard the sound of the boy jumping off the stool, bumped into many things with a bang, and ran out quickly.

He didn't look back.

The blue wind carried Ling Xiao away towards the sky.

Soon, the boy who was guarding by the window turned into a small black dot.

Ling Xiao underestimated the vitality of young people.

He thought that he would never see that speech spirit again, but in fact, he would always see the token of that speech spirit.

Sometimes it's a candy left at the crime scene.

Sometimes it is a dessert outside the mourning hall for the dead.

Sometimes it is a little face on the road that death must pass.

At first glance, it is the style of young people who have nothing to do.

Ling Xiao didn't quite understand what he wanted to do.

This kind of overtures made Ling Xiao gradually get used to them. He had a cold face and refused to accept those overtures, but if there were ghosts coveting them, he would definitely end up being swallowed by Cangfeng.

Ling Xiao is the god of death, he never wants to hang out with a human being.

What's more, this human being will die in his hands in the future.

Suddenly, for a period of time, all those small gestures of goodwill stopped.

After dealing with another batch of mass poisoning incidents, Ling Xiao was physically and mentally exhausted, and stood at the hospital entrance after taking back Blue Wind.

The media has already reported this incident extensively, there is no reason why the boy does not know about it.

He searched around, but didn't see the boy's shadow.

Humans are indeed creatures without perseverance.

Ling Xiao sneered in his heart, and left on his own.

Two days later, Ling Xiao rode the blue wind to the outside of Qingshui Community.Standing on the top of the tree, he saw that the window of Chi Jiayan's house was pitch black.If he passed by here in the past, he could often see the lights in the house.

Chi Jiayan has no family or friends, so naturally he is at home every day, and he has nowhere to go.

Another day later, what Ling Xiao saw was still the dark window, where did Chi Jiayan go?

No one disappears for no reason.

Chi Jiayan shouldn't have died at this time, and his life should not be in danger, but it doesn't mean that other things won't happen.

Ling Xiao wanted to deny that he was a little worried.

When he came back to his senses, Cangfeng was already sniffing the candy in his pocket.

They went all the way south and followed Chi Jiayan's scent to a villa area.The tree-lined roads on the mountainside here are staggered, very similar to the place seen through the dream ball of Oneiroi.So, Chi Jiayan should be at his uncle's house.

Ling Xiao stood in front of the villa wearing a mask, silent in the night wind.

Blue Wind suddenly returned to the golden totem, its task has been completed.

The swimming pool in front of him was the one where Chi Jiayan almost drowned.

Dreams kept appearing in front of Ling Xiao's eyes. To his surprise, it was just a dream that implied that this incident had happened in the past, and it was already in the past tense. He still felt a slight anger welling up in his heart.

Someone came out of the house and smoked by the pool: "Damn."

Another person with dyed yellow hair also came out: "Chi Rui, he will die if this continues."

"That broom star is very tenacious." Chi Rui shook the ash and said impatiently, "When I was young, I coaxed him to eat incense ash, and he didn't die in the hospital. He always beat others, and others couldn't beat him he."

"But he won't let go now." Huang Mao spat, "We will die if we go on like this."

Chi Rui said, "I have a way."

Ling Xiao followed them into the house, and found that the house was full of slobs, without any elders.

Surprisingly, there is a girl in this group of smogs who is out of tune with them.

It turned out to be Yu Xiaoqiu.

Yu Xiaoqiu sat on the sofa, his face was pale and trembling slightly.

Chi Rui walked over and touched her face familiarly: "Qiuqiu, it's up to you now. You know, he is willing to do anything for you, so you go down and say a few words, afraid that he won't let go We win?"

Yu Xiaoqiu knew that what they were talking about was gambling.

Taking advantage of the absence of Chi's parents, Chi Rui stole his bank-bank-card and went out to gamble with this group of people. He borrowed usurious loans with a revolving interest of more than 300 million.

Now the fire can't be covered with paper, as long as Chi Jiayan says a word, winning is a breeze.

"Chi, Rui." Yu Xiaoqiu covered his face, "Don't force me."

"You forgot, how did he kill your father?" Chi Rui touched his head, "If you hadn't been soft-hearted and helped him, he would have killed your father? Maybe he cursed you, like cursing my grandfather , Cursing me, those who helped him did not end well."

"No..." Yu Xiaoqiu's tears flowed from his fingers.

"I've already asked an expert. The source of his spiritual power is our kindness. The softer we are and the closer we get to him, the stronger his spiritual power will be. How could he not know? Don't look at Chi Jiayan's usual reading He looks innocent, but in fact he did all of these with his own hands. Why should we let him go for such a monster?" Chi Rui's expression became ferocious unconsciously.

Huang Mao also said: "Yes. This play was originally performed by everyone, but now it's too late for you to quit. Yu Xiaoqiu, don't be ignorant of good and bad."

Yu Xiaoqiu refused to go no matter what.

It's a pity it's too late.

Chi Rui has lost his mind.

He lifted Yu Xiaoqiu up and walked straight to the basement, and the others followed to watch the excitement, it seemed that he was already familiar with the road.

Ling Xiao remained silent, and also went down the stairs.

In the dim light, he saw the thin figure at a glance.

"It's so cold." A person shivered, "Chi Rui, is this a fucking basement or a freezer?"

"It's so cold, it must be a ghost."

"It's really fucking evil to say it. I just came down to check and it wasn't cold."

"Don't make noise, wear earplugs, don't be controlled!"

Chi Jiayan huddled in a dark corner, looking hungry for days and losing a lot of weight.

An iron chain is fastened to his slender right ankle, and the range of motion is about one or two meters.

When he saw Yu Xiaoqiu, his eyes lit up for a moment and then dimmed: "Sister Qiuqiu."

Yu Xiaoqiu was also wearing earplugs, obviously it wasn't the first time he came down.

In other words, she might be responsible for bringing Chi Jiayan here.

Yu Xiaoqiu was still standing numb, when Chi Rui pushed a tablet over: "Show him. Let him tell him which bet he must win. Tell him, as long as he wins, let him go."

The tablet was handed to Chi Jiayan by Yu Xiaoqiuhong.

Her hands were shaking and she was choking.

She regretted it, but she couldn't get off the tiger and couldn't look back.

Chi Jiayan stared at the trembling hand, and said narratively: "Sister Qiuqiu, why are you with them? Do you know how worried I am about you? They let you go when they asked me to gamble for them. Don’t dare, I’m afraid they’re lying to me if they backtrack. So you…”

Yu Xiaoqiu didn't know if he heard it.

Chi Jiayan didn't continue: "... Forget it."

He reached for the tablet.

But he was held down by a pale, slender hand with well-defined knuckles.

The familiar cold breath instantly wrapped him up.

He looked up, and the pale mask was close at hand.

Ling Xiao's eyes were as cold as ice for thousands of years.

Chi Jiayan laughed, as bright as Xia Hua: "Brother."