Falling In Love With The Grim Reaper

Chunnan City has developed rapidly in recent years, but there is still a stubborn slum on the edge of the city.

This area was originally a rented house, the land was all local aborigines, and the houses were repaired casually, and they were already dilapidated in the past 30 or [-] years.But here is the residence of most migrant workers and people at the bottom of society.

Local tyrants cooperated with other companies to buy this express delivery to repair the commercial area, but those poor people are so stubborn that they can't be removed even if they are shoveled.Most of them have lived here for more than ten years, and the signed leases still have a long period of time, and they cannot be driven away at all.

They can afford to wait, but real estate companies can't afford to wait.

In the beginning, the local tyrants thought of many ways to remove the dirt accumulated over the years, but none of them worked.

Later, someone recommended a crooked way to them, saying that there was a master who made his words come true on a dark and low-level local forum.

The local tyrant asked someone to find out the matter, and found that this expert really had two brushes, so he came to him.

"I don't know how you charge?" The local tyrant sat at the table, and the word "you" faced the young man, and he still said it in his throat.

Chi Jiayan was thin and thin, with clear eyebrows and a fresh scar on his neck, but he didn't look so fragile and delicate.

"It's not difficult. As long as I can meet people, I can handle it." He poured a glass of water for the local tyrant, "Ten thousand."

"Ten thousand?" The local tyrant was surprised.

Even the assistant couldn't help but a flash of contempt flashed in his eyes, it was too cheap.

They thought it would take at least ten times the price to hire this legendary god.

It is not a good thing that the price is cheap, and the local tyrants began to wonder whether this young man has no skills, so he dare not ask for too high a price?

"Are you sure you can handle it?" the local tyrant couldn't help questioning, "I can tell you, those people are not as easy to deal with as you think. I sent people to send money before, and they didn't leave. You can say something now. So they can leave?"

Chi Jiayan took a sip of water by himself: "Well, don't worry. If it can't be done, you won't be charged."

The local tyrant was dubious, and suddenly heard another sentence, almost thinking that he heard it wrong.

The boy said casually: "Besides, I'm talking about [-] yuan per household. No bargaining."

"Ten thousand per household?" The local tyrant was shocked, "Aren't you exaggerating? Kid, you might as well go grab it."

There are at least a few hundred households in that slum area, and each household is [-], which is a price of several million.Even those famous Fengshui masters hired when building the building couldn't afford this price, not to mention the kid in front of him who doesn't look like he has even grown hair?

"Then just pretend I didn't say anything." Chi Jiayan was not in a hurry, "Mr. Zeng, take your time."

Seeing his attitude, the local tyrant felt very angry that he had been tricked for running all the way here.

He stood up and walked away with his assistant very rudely.

Chi Jiayan just added a sentence behind the back: "It happens that the house leaks all night, so pay attention to safety. It is very common to be stuck in traffic and turn off the engine."

After he finished talking, the God of Death said, "Are you short of money?"

Ling Xiao also said at the same time: "You live on this now?"

Before they talked about things, the two gods of death were still in this house, and Chi Jiayan felt their presence all the time.

Now he has not concealed his needs, and he has no guilt, so he answered calmly.

"No shortage." Chi Jiayan didn't avoid their gazes, as if he was saying something that couldn't be more normal, "I won't let myself live the life I used to have again. What about the lonely star of the devil, So what if I die alone, money can bring me a life that no one else has, and it can also give me a sense of security. Since I have money, what company do I need?"

"Money doesn't buy everything," the two said at the same time.

Reaper and Ling Xiao glanced at each other, they were the same person after all, they knew each other's thoughts almost without thinking.

They have been in this world for thousands of years, and they have long been accustomed to the desires and pursuits of the world.

Money is indeed a good thing, but it is also where people often lose their minds.

"I'm satisfied if I can buy most things. I'm not very at ease." Chi Jiayan said, "If no one is with me, I will control people to accompany me. If I don't have a friend, I will buy a friend. What's wrong ?”

"You said I was your friend."

At some point, Ling Xiao's face was already heavy.

He suddenly appeared right in front of Chi Jiayan, with a pair of bottomless amber eyes like a thousand years of ice.

His face was pale, he looked down at Chi Jiayan, and stretched out a hand to caress the back of Chi Jiayan's head.

"Friends don't leave without saying goodbye." Chi Jiayan also raised his head to look at him, his breathing was a little out of rhythm due to this intimate movement, "You didn't regard me as your friend."

Ling Xiao's tone was dangerous: "Yan Ling, you have lost yourself."

Chi Jiayan smiled: "Death is like a knife. It has been hanging over my head since the day I saw you. Brother, I am not afraid of death, and I have tried to work hard, but look, what do I do? It's no use. I can't help thinking of myself."

Ling Xiao's thin lips moved slightly, the god of death already knew that he was about to say something treacherous.

The god of death teleported, and pushed Ling Xiao away in the blink of an eye.

He wouldn't make a promise not to let him die to this boy!

Replacing Ling Xiao's position, Death's cold hands strangled the young man's throat.

Chi Jiayan had nothing in his eyes.

Not even the smile changed.

"Just finish me." Chi Jia said, "Brother, my life is meaningless."

Death let him go.

This Yan Ling, from the time when the god of death traveled back to him when he was five years old, knew that he was not born to be that kind of person, but he still ran towards the track of 27 years old.

Whatever the reason, there is no doubt that he was kind in the first place.

The god of death didn't know if every word spirit was struggling so helplessly in the mud, and finally walked all the way on the road of no return, but Chi Jiayan saw it crooked with his own eyes.

There is mercy in the eyes of death.

Ling Xiao stood behind Chi Jiayan and wrapped his arms around him.

This is an exclusive pose.

The object of his speech was the god of death: "He can't die now."

"Why." Death said without emotion.

At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and it turned out that the local tyrant came back sweating profusely.

Seeing the situation inside the house, he didn't notice any abnormalities, but hurriedly said: "Mr. Chi! Mr. Chi, I am willing to agree with your price. But as I said before, if I move one house, I will settle one for you, is that okay? "

Chi Jiayan leaned against Ling Xiao's arms, his broad chest made him feel very comfortable, and he squinted his eyes like a cat. He was not surprised why this local tyrant would regret running back.

Because he knew that the car of the local tyrant would stall for no reason, and there would be a long queue of traffic jams on the road scorched by the scorching sun.The point is - the local tyrant received a call from his partner, and the other party scolded him, saying that this matter must be resolved quickly, otherwise he will bear the consequences.

When people are in despair, they will make the most unreliable choices.

"Yes." Chi Jiayan said, "We can go now."

Reaper and Ling Xiao walked last.

In order not to expose the fact that the two gods of death exist at the same time in public, the god of death put on a mask to hide his figure.

And Ling Xiao's mask had been cracked long ago and disappeared, even if it was still there, it was useless.

That's a testament to weakness.

Now Chi Jiayan can clearly tell which of them is the future tense.

Sensing the low pressure on Death God, Ling Xiao said: "I can see his potential, you should give him another chance. You are trapped here anyway, aren't you?"

Arriving in the poor area, Chi Jiayan looked familiar after getting off the car.

He introduced the two of them: "I have a high school classmate who lives here. It costs a lot of money to get into A middle school. His family's conditions are not good, probably—about as poor as I used to be. I used to follow him here Been here several times."

Death didn't ask why.

Ling Xiao asked.

Now the two of them are like two sides of the same person, which is exactly what they are.

Whether it is a god or a human being, they always have different views on things at different times.

The god of death has seen the result and the future, and thinks that everything will be changed step by step until the end.

Ling Xiao has seen the process and the present, and thinks that everything is not what it seems on the surface, and everything still has a chance.

They know each other as well as they know themselves.

That's why one asked a question and the other remained silent.

The local tyrant and his assistant went to call people for a meeting as ordered, and Chi Jiayan talked about that.

It turned out that he dropped out of school is not without reason.

At first, he was just isolated, but later, in order to help this classmate not be bullied by the school bully, he secretly followed and protected him.Who knew that not only was he not thanked for helping this classmate, but the other party also claimed that he was a pervert and an evil spirit.

Whether the classmate was forced to say so, or voluntarily said so, Chi Jiayan was not too surprised.

It wasn't until one day that he was put in a sack in the toilet of the school and beat him up severely, and one of the people who beat him up was the classmate he had helped, that he was completely disappointed.

Every time, there is a person who wants to help and get close, such as the uncle's family, such as Yu Xiaoqiu, such as that classmate, or such as the god of death, all he gets is disappointment.

If a person can learn not to hold on to hope and live freely and freely, then he will no longer experience disappointment and sadness.

"I didn't expect it to be here." Chi Jiayan looked up at the old building in front of him, "What a coincidence."

The assistant brought a small speaker, and Chi Jiayan took it and stood on the high platform.

Looking at the crowd of people below, he calmly took out a stack of papers and said loudly: "Tenants, this land has been sold, and the developer will give you compensation accordingly, but the land does not belong to you. Please Move out immediately!"

There was a lot of voices below, and people seemed to be blown up by the news, and those who were weak-willed started to go home and pack.

Bright red nosebleeds flowed down Chi Jiayan's nostrils, and he covered his nose skillfully without changing his expression.

"If you don't move out within three days, the house will collapse."