Falling In Love With The Grim Reaper

As the sunlight shone into the room through the window, the person on the bed finally frowned by the light, and then turned over in dissatisfaction to avoid the sunlight.

As soon as he turned over, the bruise marks and mottled hickeys on his fair body were all happy.

Young people who have just experienced human affairs and are the recipients will inevitably be overworked.

At the end of last night, Chi Jiayan couldn't even lift a finger.

In the end, she was carried into the house by the god of death and took a bath before falling asleep wrapped in a quilt.

The god of death noticed the movement of the person in his arms turning over, and opened his eyes.

Since swallowing his own desires, he not only has the physiological needs in that area, but also has normal human routines.Of course, he is different from ordinary people after all, and his physical strength is naturally different.Last night, he tasted the marrow to know the taste, but he was not really satisfied, but he was worried that Chi Jiayan would not be able to bear it, so it was enough to stop.After cleaning up the two of them, he lay on the bed with Chi Jiayan, and he also fell asleep.

Death is dreaming.

In the dream, there was a strange figure with gray skin, a pair of huge eyes, and no hair on the whole body, which was extremely ugly.

The gray freak stretched out his hand towards him, with a hoarse voice: "He won't live long... Ling Xiao, he is going to die."

The god of death was thought in the heart of the story, and said sharply: "Who are you?!"

The freak let out a strange smile: "I am the one who can help you!"

Recalling this uncomfortable dream, the god of death kissed Chi Jiayan on the forehead.

Chi Jiayan was sleeping facing him, his eyelashes were like crow's wings, and his cheeks were pink and tender. He was obviously a grown boy, but his skin still felt like a baby's.

However, the god of death's eyes were dark, without any sense of relief.

Because the black air on Chi Jiayan's forehead seemed heavier than last night.

Reaper got up from the bed, put on a black robe casually, strode towards the kitchen, and made himself a cup of coffee.He felt a little headache, and the more human he became, the more human troubles he had.This is the reason why fate gave him a mask, and then he chose to separate his desires.

Unexpectedly, after going around for thousands of years, he was finally taken back by himself.

Spread the map on the dining table, and while drinking coffee, Reaper looked at the markings made on the map last night.

Some of the points circled with pens have changed color, and one point farthest from here has turned bright red-the child who just started elementary school died last night.

These dots will turn red one by one until the central dot also looks like blood.

The phone vibrated.

It's a message from Oneiroi.

Oneiroi: Ling Xiao, the dark demon invaded my consciousness last night, and I found out that he entered your dream.He escaped? !

Death frowned.

Sure enough... that dream was not an illusion produced by myself after worrying.

The god who controls death has too important rights. There is nothing more terrible than death in the world. Some people and some gods will get the date of death at all costs.

In order to ensure that it will not be invaded, the god of death blocked all information except the natal chart. The only one who can still contact him is Lu Cheng, but that is also unilateral. He has already linked Lu Cheng's brain, Make sure information only goes out and not in.

If one of the Gods of Justice has the most indestructible consciousness, it must be the God of Death.

That's why the dark demon came to provoke through the dream - because it had no other way.

He replied to Oneiroi's message: yes.

Oneiroi: What!Why didn't fate issue a capture mission?Why is there no notification in the horoscope?

DEATH: I don't know.

Because he had no contact with everyone, he really didn't know that the horoscope did not warn everyone.

Dream God: How could this be?Forget it, I will immediately notify the others that all of them must activate the spiritual restriction in the next few days.

The god of death lowered his eyes and remained silent.

These may all be caused by him.

Dream God sent another message: Is Jiajia okay?I hope he is safe.

Death did not reply.

Because Chi Jiayan appeared at the kitchen door wearing a nightgown: "Brother, are you awake?"

He came over, and after only a few steps, his face turned pale, and an unspeakable part hurt badly.

The god of death took the map away, and then picked up the person. Such a small person, like a cat, is so fragile that it can be broken into pieces.

Chi Jia's words were terribly false: "I'm so hungry."

Death didn't think about this problem.

At this time, he also felt that the position of his stomach was a bit strange, so he was also hungry.

"What do you want to eat?" Death asked.

Chi Jiayan blushed: "I want to eat anything. I think I can swallow a cow..."

A gentle expression appeared on the face of the indifferent god of death, and he said lightly: "I'll go buy it. You rest here and don't go anywhere."

Chi Jiayan nodded: "OK."

Having said that, Chi Jiayan couldn't bear to let go of the hand that grabbed Death's clothes.

People who wake up in the morning are always ready to move.

The two hugged each other and did it again, and the task of buying breakfast was carried out.

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The Grim Reaper crossed a familiar neighborhood, crossed a bridge, and fell into the flow of people following the bustling crowd rushing to work.

Opposite Jiang is the cake shop that he often goes to. A cake and a glass of milk are Chi Jiayan's frequent breakfast match.

He came out after shopping, and saw Chi Jiayan standing not far away, with a smile on his face, his hair and clothes were blown up and down by the wind on the river, making him look extremely thin.

"Brother." Chi Jiayan shouted, "Hurry up."

Death walked over and lowered his head slightly: "Didn't I tell you to rest at home and wait for me?"

Chi Jiayan acted like a baby: "I'm hungry, so I followed you out."

He pouted, took the cake, and stuffed it into his mouth hungrily.

"Slow down." Death patted him on the back and handed him milk.

When the milk was handed over, there was no one in front of him.

Chi Jiayan was gone.

People passing by looked at him curiously, he performed a show in the air like a psychopath talking to himself.

A black fur ball ran past the ground, and Death caught it easily. It was shaking fiercely, and its big mouth was still opening and closing, shouting: "Brother!"

That was Chi Jiayan's voice.

The Grim Reaper's face was silent: "Dark Demon."

Soul-devouring beasts are the lowest level of divine beasts, and most of them are easy to capture. It seems that this one was only caught by the dark demon. I don't know how to use Chi Jiayan's voice to spit out human words, and cooperate with the dark demon to make it The hallucinations, even the god of death is bewildered.

While trembling, the Soul-devouring Beast made a hoarse voice: "Ling Xiao, you will fall in love with humans too, hahahaha... In your dream last night, you were very afraid that you would lose him..."

The god of death pinched the soul-devouring beast: "Dark Mo, you don't even have the courage to face me yourself, you only dare to use these lowly creatures to make trouble. What are you afraid of?"

"Who said I was afraid?" The hoarse voice sounded from behind again.

Reaper turned his head and saw a passing woman suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She had no expression on her face, her eyes were empty, and she mechanically uttered the voice of the dark demon: "I'm not afraid of you. I'm just everywhere."

The god of death let go of the soul-devouring beast.

The hair ball ran away as quickly as if it had been pardoned.

A chill suddenly rose from Death's body.

The woman came to her senses, not understanding why she was standing where she was.She gave this tall man in black a strange look, and hurried on her way.

Not far away, a white-haired old man who was fishing suddenly turned his head and said, "Fate is a bitch, why does he control everything? Why does he take away the person you love? He should no longer be the master of this world. Come on , cooperate with me, only I can help you."

Death's face was cold.

The sky became a little gloomy, and a flash of lightning flashed across the sky. After a second or two, the sound of thunder suddenly resounded.

Pedestrians on the road screamed, how can this beautiful sky change?

"No matter what you do, you won't be able to keep that human being." The old man was also expressionless, the fish were all hooked, but he ignored it.

"I won't let him die," said Death. "Even if he dies, I can have his soul. Why do you think I need your help?"

This is actually the worst plan.

People who turn into ghosts after death can stay in the world for a long time, but ghosts, as existences that violate the way of heaven, cannot see the sun, repeat death every day, and be trapped in the place of death. In fact, life is a torture that is worse than death.

A better way is to turn into spirit beads.

If the Lingzhu is kept long enough with the power of God—as Eros intends, maybe he will remember everything that happened in the previous life when he reincarnates again, but that is a situation that no one can be sure of.

The god of death has seen the situation where the best-raised spirit pearl falls into the natal chart, but has no memory. It is equivalent to a brand new soul with no previous life.

"Hahahahaha." The old man laughed wildly, but his expression was dull, "Because I've said it before, fate is a bitch. Chi Jiayan is doomed to die, he was marked by fate, once the last breath is broken, Breath will disappear into nothingness!"

Reaper: "Scaremongering."

Destiny has never marked anything!

The old man sneered: "You will believe me. You will also believe that only I can make him escape."

The god of death narrowed his eyes: "I believe you covet the power of the word spirit?"

"In this world, I am the only one who can absorb supernatural powers. Like supernatural powers, I am a product of omissions and miasma in the world." Hui Mo said, "That child is a word spirit, as long as I get his powers, I will give you what you want. everything you want."

Yan Ling's ability is invalid for him, so Chi Jiayan can't arrange or improve his life.

But if the ability is absorbed by others, the reverse is naturally possible.

The god of death figured this out, and when he looked at the old man again, he was already collecting the fishing rod.

The dark demon is gone.

The phone is vibrating.

All the priests in the group are discussing how to catch the dark demons.

And because the fate chart was exploited during the restart, the mission was not released until this time.

Lucheng: It's not easy!I have a way!

God of Eros: Xiaolulu, it's really easy for you to say it. When the dark demon was born, he escaped for a full 100 years before being caught by the God of Fortune.Your Brother Yunshen made his fortune at that time.

Yunshen: ... I'm in charge of the money, okay?

Lu Cheng: At that time, my family hadn't taken office yet, so of course you couldn't catch it.

Eros: Ling Xiao might have blocked the group news, so you don't have to brag here...

Birth God: sycophant :-D

Lucheng: I'm serious.As long as my lord reveals his true nature, what kind of evil miasma can't he swallow? !

The crowd suddenly became strangely quiet.

Eros: Xiaolulu, don't say this kind of thing a second time.Even Ling Xiao couldn't devour the most unlucky demon in the world.

The author has something to say: excited!It's time to write this key point!