Falling In Love With The Grim Reaper

The moment that voice sounded in his head, Chi Jiayan seemed to have just awakened from the depths of his soul.

Something cleared the fog in his mind, and he had never felt so awake before.

The cognition of this world is subverted in an instant, everything is so incredible and so taken for granted.

That voice was his own.

It was a calmer, more mature voice, without any emotion, like a heartless robot.

But it was indeed his own voice.

"Would you like to overwrite the timeline with the current result?"

Chi Jiayan closed his eyes: "No."

"You selected 'No', this is the hundredth time you have selected this option, please confirm."

"Sure." Chi Jia said.

Someone sighed in the ear.

"Jiajia." The man said, "You can't break this cycle. I'm tired of watching, are you tired?"

Chi Jiayan replied in his spiritual consciousness: "How do you know it won't work this time?"

The man smiled: "Because I have seen it too many times. At first we agreed, you complete the task, and then leave it to me. I agreed to let you create a time loop in order to avoid task failure, but you temporarily regretted drilling After finding this loophole, every time after completing the task and awakening, it will go back and forth, and it will restart again and again.”

"Oh." Chi Jiayan sneered, "I am willing."

"The result will always be the same," said the humane, "every time the god of death eats demons and dies for you, every time you refuse to confirm the mission and try to struggle, and finally choose to commit suicide and start over - you know that you can't change anything .”

"The story line is set by you, but you can't really do anything to us in my cycle. At worst, I will live in this cycle forever. I can meet him every time and be with him every time. This is equivalent to endless eternal life. Is it because I earn it?" Chi Jiayan's tone was cold, but he was rascal.

The man's voice became dangerous.

"Maybe next time, I should set Reaper to kill you from the start."

Chi Jiayan sneered: "You have tried this time, haven't you? This time your story line is very full, but since I was five years old, 13 years old, you have failed so many times, even if you imposed Obsessed Ling Xiao can also defeat, what else can you do. Lord Fate, you seem a little anxious."

"Chi Jiayan." Fate could no longer maintain peace, "Do you still want to change your fate?!"

"Of course I want to. I really don't want to do such ghost words. But you don't have to threaten me with this, because as long as I break through the cycle and expose you, other fates will naturally take over." Chi Jiayan said, "I accept you It’s true that I was tricked into working for you, but I found out the truth and went back in time, so I should be rewarded anyway. What’s the point of changing my life?”

"You're dreaming!" Fate finally lost control.

If it was said that fate could still watch Chi Jiayan restart the cycle with cold eyes at the beginning, then gradually, the tenth time, the time, and now the hundredth time, he finally lost his patience.

This Yan Ling was so indefatigable that he didn't look back even when he was hit to the point of bleeding.

"You can't break out of the loop!"

"Instead of wondering if I can break through the cycle, I should be prepared for you to be dismissed." Chi Jiayan finally said, "As the most powerful god in the two worlds, he has such evil thoughts as rebellion, and even designed Using the God of Death to devour demons, let him die for you without knowing it, and maintain your lies, you might as well think about how you will end up after being known by the gods."

After cutting off the connection with fate in his consciousness, Chi Jiayan opened his eyes.

It looked like they talked for a long time, but in fact it was only a few seconds.

In just a few seconds, not only did I talk to fate, but the 99 memories that were erased also came back in an instant.

He used to think that he was favored by fate, and he finally didn't have to be the lone star of Tiansha, so he agreed to accept this "just" mission.After everything started, he realized that the purpose of this mission was only to cover up the evil of fate, and naturally the truth would not be buried.Most importantly, because of this mission, he fell in love with Ling Xiao for the first time.

99 times, each time I fell in love with Ling Xiao.

He is brilliant.

But this time fate actually set him up with such a weak person, so Ling Xiao had to take him to hide in the barrier.

He was a little annoyed that Ling Xiao's spotlessly clean holy land had been soiled.

The god of death, who had transformed into his true form for the first time, devoured the most powerful and unlucky demon in the world in one gulp. His vitality had already been severely injured, and he was half kneeling on the ground covered in blood.

In the large black and smelly blood, the red snake snaked around, as if very worried about the safety of the subject.

The demon wolf with blood-red eyes looked restless, but was dying due to the same wear and tear.

The god of death hangs his head halfway, the red line at the corner of his lips is still there, and the lower half of his face is covered with sticky blood, it is not clear whether it is the terrifying mouth that has not been retracted, or the remnants of rebellious wreckage.

The rage hadn't dissipated yet, and the god of death still saw everything in a state of chaos, until something lightly touched his hand.

He lowered his head again, and saw a tiny person in front of him.

Because of his true form, the Grim Reaper is eight to nine meters high. Even when he is slumped and half kneeling, he still looks like a hill.

And amidst his heavy and chaotic breathing and panicked anger, the little man with black hair and fair skin hugged one of his fingers.

The little man's warm face was pressed against his cold fingers, his eyes were closed tightly, and tears flowed down his cheeks quietly.

"Brother." The little man's voice is nice, soft and sticky, like a small dumpling made of glutinous rice, "It's all right."

Reaper couldn't tell if this was reality or a dream.

The little man in front of him hugged his fingers and knelt on his knees, with a devout expression, as if worshiping the coldest god in the world.

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Death slept for a day and a night.

After he fell asleep, he withdrew his original form, only his waist-length black hair remained to remind Chi Jiayan what happened just now.

Cang Feng lay beside the bed and didn't leave for a moment, feeling sleepy and lacking in energy, not even interested in canned meat.

It's not the first time Chi Jiayan has faced this situation, but he is still a human being after all, and even awakening countless memories can't change this.

He helped God of Death wipe his body clean, and worked tirelessly to clean up the blood in the house, and then buried Xiao Hei's body deep in the ice and snow.

"I'm sorry." Chi Jiayan squatted in the snow, "I force you to accompany me every time. You must be tired too. This time I didn't even know when you were possessed... I really wasn't A competent owner. Worse than the owner who dumped the cat in the pet store."

Xiao Hei could no longer answer him.

Chi Jiayan squatted for a while, felt dizzy when he got up, and then fell to his knees. If it wasn't for the soft snow, he would have fallen badly.

Of course, he's not much better now.

The big bag that fell out at the bottom of the pool a few days ago is still there, and his lifeline was cut off by fate, which led to organ failure, his face must be scarier than snow.

It's really hard for Ling Xiao to get X up every time he looks at this face.

Because he couldn't get up, he simply knelt on the spot and began to think.

How can we break the game this time?

The most hateful thing is that every time he awakens after Lingxiao Devil Eater, Chi Jiayan really feels that he is brain-dead, and when setting up the cycle, he only thinks of the two awakening points of "mission success" and "mission failure".And every time Ling Xiao lived up to expectations and devoured demons for him, it was both sweet and sad.

Well, if only... Ling Xiao could love him less.

Then you won't be in a situation where both of them are dying again.

He still remembers the first time he saw Ling Xiao.

That is not a story line set by fate, but a reference to his real life.

People believe that words are powerful.

From the time when the husband travels far away, the virtuous wife says "My dear, I wish you a safe journey" to having children, from the elders saying "I wish you a healthy growth", to saying "You will not end well" when precious people and things are taken away The "I hope you die without a whole body", language always entrusts people's deepest desire.

Yan Ling was born in response to this desire.

When a speech spirit dies, another more powerful speech spirit will naturally be born.

That time Chi Jiayan had been ignorant since he was five years old that he was a very unpopular child.

He killed his parents at the age of two, his grandparents at the age of four, and his grandfather who took over the responsibility of raising him at the age of five will also be killed by him.

The sun was so hot that day, Chi Jiayan sat on the steps in the open air and cried, no one was taller than that rhododendron.

Pedestrians passing by couldn't help but look at it with concern.

Because Chi Jiayan is so cute, his little face is soft, like white bread just out of the pan, his eyelashes are long and dense, and his watery round eyes are crying tears like being caught Black grapes washed in water.

However, he cried heartbrokenly and remained silent. After a while, he wet a large area of ​​the steps, which made people feel distressed.

Someone asked him: "Little friend, where is your mother?"

Mother?He doesn't remember what his mother looks like.

So the tears became more turbulent, and silently began to sob.

Scared the good-hearted people away.

Another person came and asked him, "Little friend, why are you here alone? Where is your adult? Talk to me."

say?

Unable to speak, the aunt at home who disliked him very much threatened him that as long as he spoke, he would be taken away by the long-nosed ghost.

So he was regarded as a mute, and passers-by left without wanting to cause trouble.

Suddenly, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and even the sun's venomous temperature dropped a few points.

The sound of the cicadas seemed to be fading away, and the sky and the earth became quiet, and the scorching air was somehow tinged with a chill.

A figure loomed above.

"Don't cry." The unfamiliar voice above his head was cold and alienated.

Chi Jiayan wiped his eyes covered with tears and raised his head, and saw a very tall man in front of him, his face could not be seen clearly because of the light behind him, and he was wearing a black suit that was incompatible with this summer. Clothes, with complicated patterns on them, like totems of some ancient mythical beasts.

Chi Jiayan saw the totem eyes on the clothes suddenly opened and turned around, and couldn't help but start to tremble.

He was still too young, and suddenly remembered what his aunt had said to threaten him, and tears fell even more fiercely: "Wow, wow, long-nosed ghost, don't catch me, I'm very obedient..."

The man stood where he was, and said in a calm tone, "I'm not here to take you away, and I'm not a ghost with a long nose."

Chi Jiayan choked and said, "You're lying, you're clearly wearing black clothes...there are eyes on the clothes, and you have a long nose..."

The chill was closer.

The man squatted down to look at the group of crying buns. Following this movement, Chi Jiayan could see his face clearly - pale skin, thick black eyebrows, handsome and sharp facial features. Like ice from hell, it daunts everyone who sees it.

It was an extremely cold face.

The golden sunlight hit the man's eyelashes, illuminating the amber eyes, but people couldn't see half of the affection belonging to the world.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely not dare to look at such a pair of cold eyes.

And Chi Jiayan had tears hanging from his eyelashes, and the tip of his nose was red, looking at him foolishly.

The one big and one small looked at each other for a moment, and the man calmly said, "My nose is not long."

It's really not long.

"Eyes are patterns on clothes," said the man.

Chi Jiayan looked nervously, the totem looked like a wild beast, it was indeed just a pattern of clothes embroidered with gold thread, but it was radiant and lifelike when it was illuminated by the sun.

It wasn't the long-nosed ghost who came to catch him!Chi Jiayan felt relieved, and soon remembered his grandfather again, raised his head and continued to cry.This time he cried very loudly, attracting the eyes of passers-by.

The handsome man in black frowned slightly: "I told you not to cry."

Chi Jia refused to listen, and rarely cared that he should be a sensible child in the eyes of adults. His grandfather was about to die, and no one would love him anymore.

He likes his grandpa very much. Grandpa can tell stories about being a soldier, take him to the playground, send him to kindergarten on a bicycle, and cook him delicious meals.Every time he felt lonely, grandpa would hug his small body to sleep, pat him on the back gently, and tell him that his parents, grandpa and grandma still love him in heaven.

Chi Jiayan: "Wow...I want grandpa..."

A little girl was dragged by her family to pass by, licking an ice cream with tears in her eyes.

It looked like she had just cried, and the family bought it just to coax her.

The man closed his eyes, as if he knew that there was an ice cream truck playing cheerful music on the lawn outside the hospital.

Chi Jiayan was crying heartbroken and felt the cold go away, and felt it return again, shivered again, opened his eyes and saw that the man bought an ice cream at some time, or he My favorite strawberry flavor.

"Your grandpa is leaving with me." The man handed the ice cream to Chi Jiayan coldly, as if some kind of compensation, "He will be fine."

Chi Jiayan was only five years old, so he couldn't understand it at all. Grandpa would be fine if he only understood it.

"Are you a doctor?" he asked.

"No," said the man, "I am Death."

The author has something to say: Sorry for being late.

The little angels who have read the first edition may have some impressions, this is the stalk of the copywriting.

There are still some unsolved, I will try to update as much as possible.

Thank you for guessing the plot.