Falling In Love With The Grim Reaper

In the dark living room, the white body was dazzling.

I don't know if it was because of the sudden power outage that he couldn't find the bath towel. As a boy, Chi Jiayan didn't feel ashamed to expose his body to another man.

He said so generously, but there was no more to say.

Death God took off his black robe and wrapped it around him: "Come here."

The black robe has an indescribable texture, cold and smooth, like fine silk but very heavy and weighty.

Chi Jiayan remembered that he had washed such a thing with his own hands when he was young.

It didn't get wet at first, and then couldn't be wrung out, which was very laborious.

Being wrapped in such a piece of clothing is not warm, at most it can play the role of covering the body.

But when Chi Jiayan approached, God of Death could feel the heat emanating from his body.

Chi Jiayan was calm on the surface, but his face was like a secretly steamed steamed stuffed bun. He was burning hot, but quietly in the dark.

The Grim Reaper didn't know that this was an act called "seduction".

He only felt a trace of strangeness flowing through his heart.

The two sat on the large and soft sofa, and the god of death raised a palm flame, and the light illuminated a corner of the living room.

At the same time, Chi Jiayan's dark and round eyes also appeared in the firelight.

"Look down, let me see." Death said.

"Oh..." Chi Jiayan bit his lips halfway, and the moment their eyes met, he hurriedly looked away, as if he was feeling annoyed for something.

The wound on the neck was sutured, and the wound was not too deep and did not get wet.

Reaper took off the waterproof sticker, and found gauze to wrap it again for him.

When the cold fingertips touched the warm skin, Chi Jiayan couldn't help trembling, and the tips of his ears were stained with a blush at an extremely fast speed: "It's so cold."

The Grim Reaper restrained his chill slightly: "Okay."

"Brother." Chi Jiayan asked suddenly, "Have you ever been in love?"

Death was stunned, and said, "Probably not."

"Why should it... not?" Chi Jiayan looked back at him, "Are you not sure?"

The god of death has lived for too long, and has already forgotten the events of thousands of years ago, but he can confirm the events of the past hundred years: "That is not the case. What's wrong?"

"I've never been in a relationship before." Chi Jiayan whispered, "Actually, when I was dying, I didn't regret anything, but this."

Reaper: "...you are still young."

"I'm not young anymore!" Chi Jia said, "I'm already an adult! If it wasn't for me being Yan Ling, I would have already—"

At this point, the conversation stopped abruptly.

If it weren't for him being Yan Ling who was born to bring disasters to those close to him, he would have talked about an ignorant first love long ago.

But he knew that was impossible.

"I'm curious about what it's like to be in love." Chi Jiayan said again, "What's it like to kiss, what...what is it like."

The god of death is taller than Chi Jiayan even if he is sitting.

He glanced at Chi Jiayan condescendingly, without any disturbance in his heart.

He doesn't quite understand why human beings have such throbbing, and he doesn't understand why human beings have primitive desires from the heart.

In the old days, the god of death always thought that human beings' sexual behaviors were for reproduction, and later thought that it was the thing called "love" between men and women that caused the trouble. Later, in modern times, society is open, and many human beings with hidden attributes gradually become Had to be bold, God of Death knew that this kind of affection can also occur between the same sex.

So he really couldn't answer this question.

He only knows that love makes people weak, makes people impotent, makes people crazy and loses themselves.

In short, it is not a good thing.

Reaper: "...I'm not curious, nor interested."

Chi Jiayan smiled, and the dimple was looming: "I, there is a person I like. I have liked someone for many, many years, so I am curious and regret it. I know why you are not interested. You probably haven't met someone you like. My brother, you are all without desires, right?"

The scene of a gap in the pale white mask appeared in Death's mind.

Grim Reaper's eyes turned cold, and he stopped talking about this topic: "You should eat first. Do you have any candles?"

Noticing his disgust, Chi Jiayan said in a muffled voice after a while, "Yes. Brother, wait."

At night, Death looked at the rain curtain outside the window and fell asleep. He hadn't been so relaxed for a long time.

Things on this timeline will naturally be handled by another self, and the loss of contact with the horoscope seems to give him a chance to breathe for his never-stopping footsteps.He doesn't have to worry about anything in this timeline for the time being, it's as relaxing as a long vacation.

Strangely enough, he was dreaming.

Death dreamed of his youth.

Fate caressed his face and said lovingly to him: "Ling Xiao, you are the chosen one, destined to extradite the souls of the dead from another world."

"I'm afraid." The little Death God said.

"Don't be afraid." Destiny bent down, and the hem of the white robe covered the entire step, blending with the snow everywhere.

The sacred artifacts and new gods lined up in a long queue, and everyone was dressed in divine attire.

Dream God wears multicolored robes, Cupid wears pink robes, and Fertility God wears holy garments woven from green leaves.

Only he got a black robe, which was out of tune with everyone.

"As long as you have no desires, no desires, no sorrows and no joys, you will not be afraid." Destiny placed a white mask in both hands, "You are protected by a solid mask and a black robe, and all evil spirits will not enter your body, and nothing will hurt you." you."

The god of death took the mask, and from nowhere came another black wolf cub, circling around him.

"Can I come back?" he asked, looking up.

The expression on Fate's face is still merciful: "Until the two worlds have not reached a balance, it cannot."

"When will it be?" he asked again and again.

"If you have no distractions, that day will come soon." Fate said, "You will always come back."

Death was awakened by the noise outside the window.

Cang Feng didn't know when he ran out, and turned into a wolf cub, walking back and forth anxiously in front of the glass window.

Seeing that the god of death woke up with a bad face, it whimpered softly, which sounded like a baby.

The god of death thought it was Xiao Hei who made Cang Feng angry again.

But as soon as he glanced out of the window, his face sank.

The sky was bright and the rain had stopped long ago, leaving only a mess of fallen leaves and scattered flowers and plants all over the yard.

Some unknown ghosts came from nowhere, and they were cleaning while trembling.

The god of death led the blue wind through the glass, and all the ghosts dropped their tools and brooms and fell to their knees.

"My lord, spare me!" they yelled, shaking more and more one by one.

One of the ghosts was an old man who probably died in his sixtieth year and was still wearing a Chinese tunic suit.

Cang Feng suddenly became bigger, and he opened his mouth to catch a ghost and swallowed it in one gulp.

The others screamed in fright.

The Grim Reaper hasn't slept for many years, so when he wakes up, he can't help feeling a little bit annoyed, and looks even more frightening: "Looking for death?"

The old man said tremblingly, "No, my lord, it's all the words that forced us."

The other ghost also repeatedly echoed: "Yes, yes, please forgive me, my lord!"

In the blink of an eye, Blue Wind swallowed another one.

"What's going on?" Death said with a cold face.

"You don't know, that speech spirit is terrifying." The ghosts chattered, "He walked around the street casually, and forced many ghosts to come back to do things for him. The swimming pool behind the house is where we repaired. Yes, cleaning is nothing, we have to wash his clothes!"

"What's even more perverted is that he is on call. He figured out that we are afraid of him, and forced us to chat with him!"

"It takes a whole day to talk about it. In my previous life, I was thirsty to death!"

"Yes, yes, besides sending us to work, he talks and chats with him."

"Anyone who doesn't listen to him will be let out of his wits!"

"Last time I sneaked away, this speech spirit made me fall on the ground, and I lost all my teeth!"

While talking, Chi Jiayan's figure sounded not far away: "Brother, come quickly, I have something to ask you."

"Get out of here." Death said.

He walked over and saw Chi Jiayan holding a painting.

"Brother, did I draw this when I was a child?" Chi Jiayan asked blushingly, "Why is it in that black dress of yours?"