Falling In Love With The Grim Reaper

That painting was taken by Chi Jiayan when he was 13 years old, and the god of death picked it up from the bedside and put it inside his black robe.

The painting uses childish lines to draw a wolf and a masked man in black—it is the scene of Death riding the mythical beast Blue Wind soaring above the sky.

Chi Jiayan's eyes were piercing, but Death's expression was cold: "Well, I took it by hand before."

"No wonder I couldn't find it all the time!" Chi Jiayan sighed with joy in a low voice, and then laughed, "So it was my brother who took it! If my brother likes it, I can still draw it. My paintings are much more beautiful now than before. "

The god of death said: "Yes."

"This one is too ugly." Chi Jiayan looked at the Grim Reaper on the painting, "I have to draw a new one."

Behind the glass wall of the living room appeared another figure in a black robe, Ling Xiao.

The two Ling Xiao looked at each other from a distance, with no expression on each other's faces.

Chi Jiayan didn't notice the coldness of the god of death, and also ignored that Cangfeng chased the ghosts in the yard and fled in all directions. Now he is no longer the one who felt unbearable because the ghost of the college entrance examination in the corridor was swallowed it's him.

Noticing that the god of death looked at Ling Xiao, Chi Jiayan touched his ears: "Ah, I forgot to tell you, another brother is here too. I thought he was you, and asked him if you slept well."

"He is indeed me." Death walked towards the living room, "Your words are contradictory."

Ling Xiao didn't rest all night, and the cold on his body hadn't subsided yet.

But he also took off his outer robe, and just like Death, he only wore his middle coat.

Reaper remembered that this was a fatal accident he had dealt with during the time period, and it should be the one where a high-speed train derailed and caused mass deaths.The scene was too tragic, and the black robe was stained with blood. At that time, I took off the robe and threw it away on the spot.

In the face of death, he has long been indifferent, but he still hates blood.

It seems that the same is true for Ling Xiao. At least this point has not changed on this timeline.

Seeing the two walking in from the outside together, Ling Xiao looked at the god of death with a subtle look.

It can't be blamed for his cranky thinking.

When he came, he happened to see that Chi Jiayan was only wearing a top, not even pajama pants on his lower body, just a pair of short underwear, with straight and slender legs.Moreover, the other party blushed when they saw him, and asked him if he was sleeping well.

I also want to know who Chi Jiayan thinks he is.

Chi Jiayan seemed to be in a good mood, he went upstairs, probably looking for painting supplies.

Ling Xiao spoke first: "You..."

Death said: "No."

Ling Xiao nodded.

Before he could speak, the God of Death said directly: "Even if you can, it's something you will do."

"Why do you say that?" Ling Xiao said.

"Your will is no longer firm, allowing desire to take advantage of the void, giving you a reason to become weak." The god of death pointed out coldly, as if he was extremely disappointed with himself in this past timeline, "but I haven't. "

Ling Xiao also sneered: "Then why are you trapped here?"

Chi Jiayan had already run down the stairs with a Polaroid in his hand, he was taken aback when he saw the two of them, and he couldn't tell the difference.

"elder brother?"

The two Ling Xiao turned their heads together.

They all have handsome and sharp facial features, a cold look, and a cold air all over their bodies.

The apparently spacious living room became cramped due to the presence of the two gods of death.

Chi Jiayan blushed: "Let's take a picture."

"No." The two said together.

"Don't refuse just now..." Chi Jiayan said quickly, "I originally wanted to paint, but I found that I couldn't paint myself that way. I want to take a group photo with you. If you leave again in the future, I will At least you can watch it."

Two people: "..."

"Besides, I haven't taken a photo with anyone yet!" Chi Jiayan added.

He was pitiful and whispered: "I... have never had any friends, don't you know? No one talks to me, no one lives with me, and even taking pictures is impossible for me .It’s just like this, can’t it?”

Finally the photo was taken.

Except for Chi Jiayan, who was smiling and contented, the faces of those two were stinky.

It must be because he has lived for thousands of years and has not left any images in the world. When the god of death looked at himself in the photos, he felt a little strange.

He seldom looks in the mirror, and probably knows what he looks like, but he doesn't pay much attention to it.

He looked up, Ling Xiao was the same, his expression became a little dignified.

"It's over... I can't tell the difference again." Chi Jiayan took the photos and compared them, "Which brother is the future and which brother is the present?"

Ling Xiao took the photo and said, "There's no need to make it too clear. There will only be one of us left sooner or later."

"Why?" Chi Jiayan was puzzled.

Reaper took the topic and looked at Ling Xiao.

What continued was the topic just now.

"I'm just stuck here temporarily." Death said, "If the future doesn't change, he's just an afterimage on this timeline, and he will disappear naturally. If the future changes, then I will cease to exist. So, Sooner or later there will only be one of us left, but either one will be the real me."

Saying that, the two raised their hands at the same time.

The moment their fingers touched each other, an invisible vortex appeared in the air, and their fingers began to gradually merge.

A mysterious force is trying to merge them.

It's a pity they don't have such plans yet.

So both of them withdrew their fingers and remained silent.

A wolf howl passed by, it turned out that Cang Feng turned into a wolf cub, and ran in contentedly, shaking his head.

Chi Jiayan put down the photo and scooped it up: "Blue Wind! Your belly is so round!"

Cang Feng was so happy that he licked his face.

The Grim Reaper had a bad expression, and mercilessly took Cang Feng back and said to it: "You eat too much."

Chi Jiayan froze for a moment, realizing why Cang Feng had a round belly, he turned his head and looked out of the window, there were only piles of fallen leaves and brooms and dustpans scattered on the ground.

Ling Xiao wanted to speak, but Chi Jiayan whispered, "What a pity."

I saw that the young man turned his head, and there was no trace of pity in his eyes.

There was a smile on his lips like a poisoned rose.

"What a nuisance. They're all dead and no one is going to sweep the floor."

The horoscope is still missing.

Ling Xiao didn't tell anyone that there are two selves in the world at the same time, but just contacted Lu Cheng to go back to their world to find out the news.As the Grim Reaper, he has been deprived of the right to return to higher dimensions, and has always made the underworld his home.

But Lu Cheng is different, Lu Cheng is still only an auxiliary god, he can come and go freely, it will be faster to see what is going on with the horoscope in person.

During the period of waiting for the result of the order, the god of death temporarily lived in Chi Jiayan's home.

He felt that he couldn't stay in the same room with the same human for a long time, so he often put on a mask and went out alone.

Sometimes when he came back, he could see the boy sitting in the courtyard for a long time, looking at the sky without blinking.

Chi Jiayan really changed a lot.

The ghosts were eaten up by Blue Wind, so he will naturally find the next batch.

The elementary school teacher who was forced by him still often comes to cook at home.

The teacher would talk to him with a poker face but a gentle voice, and would stroke his head like an elder.

One day, without knowing what went wrong, the teacher suddenly recovered a little bit of sanity, and his expression suddenly became very frightened.

Chi Jiayan just let her go with a frightened expression.

After that, he sat at the dining table with a gloomy face, and after a while, he went to the corner to look at Xiao Hei who was dying, and stretched out his hand to stroke its fur, as if he had a lot to say.And Xiao Hei is too old and sick, but his soul is forced to stay by Yan Ling, and he can't even take care of himself, so how can he give him company?

So Chi Jiayan said nothing.

It wasn't until seeing Death came back that he smiled again.

Everything is developing towards his 27-year-old trajectory.

Finally one morning, the arrival of a visitor broke the temporary peace.

It was a businessman who found his way from the forum, brought a driver assistant, and drove a luxury car to discuss a business.

The businessman was a local tyrant, and he was bragging about his wealth and wealth, but when he saw the person who opened the door, he didn't know why his back turned cold, and he couldn't help feeling a natural fear.

Because the person who opened the door was Ling Xiao.

"Which one are you looking for?"

The local tyrant just felt that being looked at by this extremely tall man made his aura a little shorter, coupled with the natural aura of a person in power on his body, he stammered out a few words: "I, I'll find Chi gentlemen."

Ling Xiao stepped aside, instead of leading the way, he frowned instead.

The local tyrant and his assistant hurried in together. The deeper they went into the courtyard, the more weird they felt.

It's obviously a very ordinary yard, but it's eerily quiet, and it makes people feel that the scalp is numb in summer.

Even the plants and trees in this yard look very mysterious.

They walked into the living room, and saw the tall man sitting on the sofa, stroking a wolf cub with one hand, and his legs went limp.

This, isn't this the man I saw at the door just now?

How did he come to the house so soon? !

Fortunately, Chi Jiayan came out of the kitchen, still wearing an apron, with two dimples looming on his lips: "You are Mr. Zeng, right? I saw that your appointment is today."

The popularity of this young man made the local tyrants breathe a little, and they no longer feel that they are in some kind of strange spiritual world.

But he looked directly at the man on the sofa, showing a greasy smile: "This...is Mr. Chi?"

Ling Xiao walked in, with one hand in his trouser pocket, his expression indifferent.

There are two identical people in the room.

The local tyrant wiped off the cold sweat from the fright just now, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He hesitated and said, "Uh... Or is this Mr. Chi? I didn't expect you to be twins. Please forgive my blindness."

Ling Xiao didn't speak.

Death said: "No."

The wolf cub on the sofa broke free from the hand of the god of death and jumped down, heading straight to Chi Jiayan who was holding a spatula.

The assistant quickly pulled the rich man's clothes and reminded: "President Zeng, this way."

"Pfft, I'm Chi Jiayan."

Sure enough, the thin boy with a spatula in his hand laughed out loud.Immediately afterwards, he knelt down and picked up the wolf cub.

The cubs rubbed against his body as if to show their favor, the black fur set off his white skin, and those eyes were like dark gems, and also like a bottomless abyss.