Falling In Love With The Grim Reaper

Waves of severe pain rushed to the nerves of Death God's head.

Because he touched Chi Jiayan's fingertips, all the drastic changes in the five years of time flooded into his mind in an instant.

There is so much information to digest and take in.

Chi Jiayan's face completely lost all color, death was close at hand, and blood was gushing out continuously.

Almost subconsciously, the god of death reached out and covered Chi Jiayan's artery.

He didn't want Chi Jiayan to die.

Now he is the god of death and Ling Xiao.

Although no matter which one, they are just themselves in different time and space.Those two completely different ideas and thoughts seemed to have their own vitality, and they burst into my mind like sparks hitting the earth.

The surrounding scenes all swirled away.

In a trance, the God of Death seemed to see a man in black standing across the street.

That is another self.

The same time and space, two mausoleums.

One said: "This is wrong, you shouldn't be making stupid mistakes like this. Let go now and everything will be back to normal!"

Another said: "He didn't deserve to die. Don't you understand? No matter what happens in the future, he deserves to live his own life!"

The two Ling Xiao said at the same time: "Don't forget that you are the god of death!"

——You are the god who rules life in this world, and you have the power to decide life and death.

You should let him die, that's the responsibility.

You can also let him live if you want.

Chi Jiayan had already fallen into a coma.

There was too much red blood.

He is this year, with white skin and bright facial features.

If he dies at this time, then the god of death is almost equivalent to watching his life.

Grim Reaper never looked at anyone's life.

Under the severe pain, the god of death suddenly knelt down, and the blue wind suddenly appeared in the midair, and a wolf howl resounded through the sky.

In a few seconds, Chi Jiayan's soul will turn into a spirit pearl and fall into the natal chart.

There was no time to hesitate any longer, and in just one thought, the God of Reaper's insistence on returning to the right track let go, and another Ling Xiao appeared in front of them instantly, hugging Chi Jiayan.

Immediately afterwards, the still world around seemed to be pressed the play button immediately, and it became noisy again.

"Help! Call the ambulance!" The dog chaser yelled.

The fruit stall owner rushed into the store, took a towel and came out to help press Chi Jiayan's wound: "Hold it! Stop the bleeding first!"

The worker who installed the glass was so frightened that he couldn't say a word. Such a tall man insisted on calling the emergency number several times before he got out.

No one noticed that there was an identical black-robed man on the scene.

One of them said coldly, "He won't die."

The other looked at the person in the other's arms and said nothing.

Chi Jiayan was rescued in time, but fortunately, he just lost too much blood, and after the wound was sutured, he was fine.

The doctor said that he is usually in good health, and he is young after all, so nothing will happen to him.

Suddenly there were two gods of death in the ward, and even in summer, people were shivering with cold.The nurse thought that the air conditioner was broken, so she quickly turned off the air conditioner. By the way, she looked curiously at the two handsome men who were extremely indifferent: "Are you twins?"

Death gave her a cold look.

Ling Xiao also nodded perfunctorily, and said nothing more.

The nurse blushed and walked away.

The person on the hospital bed slept very peacefully, not at all like having experienced life-and-death pain, and even the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he had some sweet dream.

Chi Jiayan has an exquisite heart, and these few years are enough for him to figure things out.

That's why Chi Jiayan asked to see the face of death when he was on the side of the road just now.

His so-called resemblance to a friend actually refers to Death's other self.

"Why did you come?" Death asked without emotion. He had already obtained another memory of himself. He remembered that after rescuing Chi Jiayan in the basement, he never saw Chi Jiayan again.

Moreover, the past self didn't know about Chi Jiayan's third perfect death moment, nor did he know what was special about this day. Could it be that this appearance was a coincidence?

"Today is his birthday, I just stopped by to see." Ling Xiao replied in the same voice.

"Are you already this weak?" The god of death's gaze was like a cold blade, "Not only did the mask shatter, but it was even emotional."

"I don't want him to die." Ling Xiao also looked at him.

"Everyone dies sooner or later."

"That will have to wait until he is old!"

"He won't live to that time, he is doomed to die early."

"Then I'll keep him alive."

"Destiny has never set such a precedent!"

"Then open it for me once!"

"Do you still want to return to our world?! Don't you want to be a god of death for the rest of your life?"

"You are me, tell me! Do you want to?! Do you still want to be the god of death?"

If someone didn't see what was going on inside the house, they would definitely think that some psychopath was asking and answering himself just by hearing the sound.

Both fell silent, Ling Xiao sighed: "Forget it, you are me, I am you, how can I expect you to be more thorough than me now."

How familiar are these words!

It was the second moment of Chi Jiayan's death - the conversation between the god of death and his future self in his home when he was 13 years old.

Everything is like a ring, endless loop.

Before Death could speak, Ling Xiao said again: "What happened in the future? What's so special about him? Why do you come back again and again?"

Death paused for a while, then shook his head helplessly: "Since I can't change, I can't tell you the future."

While speaking, Chi Jiayan opened his eyes.

"Brother?" He slowly focused his gaze, but no matter how he looked at it, there were two Lingxiao.

The two Ling Xiao looked back at him together.

"Am I dead?" Chi Jiayan closed his eyes again, "Am I dreaming?"

Ling Xiao took a step forward, reached out and stroked his forehead: "I'm not dreaming. Let's talk about something when I feel better. Let's rest now."

"How could it not be a dream?" Chi Jiayan was still very weak, and murmured, "I haven't been able to find you for five years. If you don't come, you won't come. Once you come, there will be two of you. God won't be like this all of a sudden. All right……"

"Yan Ling. Shut up." Ling Xiao was still so stern, he didn't even call him by his name properly.

Chi Jiayan smiled slightly, showing dimples.

This pale and weak appearance actually made people feel extraordinarily seductive, and it was unbelievably well-behaved.

"I dare not sleep. If I fall asleep, what will you do if you leave again. You have left twice while I was asleep."

Ling Xiao frowned: "Where did it come from twice?"

He remembered that he rescued the speech spirit from the basement, and walked once by himself.

Death knows twice.

There was another time when Chi Jiayan was pinched unconscious by his future self.

"...Sleep." Death God stood far away and did not come over, "Otherwise, I will take you away."

He just feels a headache now.

"Oh."

Chi Jiayan responded, rubbing against the pillow like a cat, only a section of black hair was exposed outside the quilt.

It was not the first time for the Grim Reaper to stand in the room by themselves, like looking in a mirror.

Fortunately, this time they were not at war, and they didn't have to snatch people from each other, but they still felt a little weird.

Cang Feng was a little happy.

They transformed into wolf cubs—otherwise the ward would not be able to hold them, and they had a great time playing with their other selves.

Although Blue Wind is a divine beast, it is different from the calm and self-sufficient Reaper. They also need to play with their own kind to release their excess energy.

In the past, if the god of death was not working, he would wander around the world, and occasionally he would drink a few glasses of wine and watch some scenery.It's a pity that he loves cleanliness very much, despises most of the filth of human beings, has never made friends, and has always been a loner.And Cangfeng turned into a wolf cub state, interacting with many wolves, dogs, foxes and other dogs who don't know the truth, but often don't know the seriousness, so scared that the dogs can't avoid it.

In the end, the beast still has to play with the beast.

Watching the two blue winds childishly chasing and biting each other's tails at their feet, the god of death tried to open the natal chart from his divine consciousness.

He made a mistake and had to seek direction on what to do next.

The strange thing is that there is no news from the fate chart, and there is nothingness in the consciousness.

Could it be...the computer crashed?

"Can you still contact the horoscope?" Death God asked.

Ling Xiao also searched in his consciousness. After a while, he shook his head solemnly: "No."

The horoscope seems to have disappeared.

Reaper raised his wrist, but fortunately the watch used to jump in time and space was still turning, which meant that everything was as usual.

He didn't think about it any more.

After all, horoscope crashes have happened several times.

The complicated affairs of these two worlds are far beyond imagination, and the heavy load makes this high-dimensional number one artifact unbearable.

"How could this be?" Ling Xiao thought aloud.

"I don't know, I can only wait and see what happens." Death also subconsciously replied, "If you don't stop me from doing things, it won't be like this."

"If you didn't hesitate and didn't want to save him, I couldn't find a chance to stop you." Ling Xiao said, "You gave me this chance."

Death could not refute.

Not only do they look the same, but they even think exactly the same, and their speech is as logical as the dialogue in their heads.

Strictly speaking, there are no two identical leaves in the world.

Therefore, it is a kind of paradox that two Lingxiaos appear and coexist at the same time.

The god of death knows that he can't stay for too long, otherwise he will merge with himself in this time and space, and he will never return to the future.

But there is no indication from the horoscope, as he said, he can only wait and see the changes for the time being.