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Chapter 6
Death stood coldly, not saying a word.
The god of death could not accept his failure. He looked indifferently at the young man in front of him. The other party was still very short. He looked like a malnourished little radish head.
As his thoughts went back and forth, the god of death was already looking for the next perfect moment of death.
Each moment of death is used for space-time jumping only once. If you miss this time, you cannot jump back again.
Death's consciousness searched in the natal chart and found it!
Next time, Chi Jiayan's eighteenth birthday.
That day would also be the perfect opportunity.
Now Reaper feels that he has wasted a lot of time on this matter, and he must end it quickly. On the original timeline, there were still many deaths waiting for him to deal with, and he couldn't delay any longer.
"Brother, do you think I'm bad?"
The boy's voice interrupted Death's thoughts.
He opened his eyes.
Chi Jiayan was looking down at the ground, his body was soaked wet, and his tone was low: "I cursed him, but I don't regret it at all. My brother hates bad people like me. Actually, I didn't mean to think about it. To be so bad..."
"It has nothing to do with me." Death said.
In fact, the future of this young man is more than ten times worse than it is now.
However, Death still remembers the fact that he single-handedly saved 23 lives with his life, which is an interesting and contradictory soul.
Chi Jiayan's hand clenched his trousers unconsciously: "Oh..."
Death turned around and left, but noticed that Chi Jiayan was following.
"Brother, where did you come from?" Chi Jiayan walked beside him with a smile, Li Wu was cute, "Why do you wear this mask every time? And this dress, I saw it last time The one above, um...is it a totem? I saw it turned into a handsome wolf."
When the totem heard the praise, there was a faint tendency to appear in the air.
"Blue Wind." Death said coldly.
Totem made a whimper like a milk dog, and was reluctantly quiet.
"Is its name Blue Wind?" Chi Jiayan asked, "The name is cool too."
Death said: "Don't follow me."
Chi Jiayan said, "Brother is the patron saint."
The god of death stood still, his body cold.
He never said his identity to anyone, and even the word "death", the ghosts of the underworld dare not mention it easily. Death is a taboo and a deterrent, which makes the ghosts of the dead feel terrified and cold to say.
The patron saint, it is even more difficult to fight with him.
They had already left the villa and came to an open boulevard.
The terrain of this villa area is special. Some of the foundations are high, and some of them are very low. It seems that a mountain has been developed to complete it. The driveway winds up, and the sidewalk is built into steps, from a distance, it seems that there is no head in sight.
Chi Jiayan stood at a higher level and seemed to know the doubts of the god of death, and explained: "I guess."
Death spoke, his voice like ice: "How do you guess?"
"Last time I was about to be hit by a car, you appeared." Chi Jiayan analyzed, "This time, when I was about to die, you appeared again. You must be my patron saint. When in danger, he will come to rescue me."
In fact, he guessed completely wrong.
Death didn't interrupt to correct his mistakes, after all, no one would want to know that it was Death who was eyeing his life.
"Thank you for protecting me." Chi Jiayan laughed.
Chi Jiayan's skin was so white that it seemed to glow in the sunlight cast by the mottled shades of the trees. His pupils were black and large, and he was a pair of clear almond eyes. When he looked at people, he felt attentive. The thanks also came from the heart. Death knew that he was not lying.
"Actually, I was so angry at the time that I wanted to let my cousin die. Fortunately, you showed up, so I didn't do that."
Death said coldly, "Why?"
Chi Jiayan said: "When I was young, I always felt that I was pitiful, abandoned by the whole world, and had a lot of bad thoughts. But when I met you that time, and we went to save the kitten together, I realized that I was there. You are not alone in the world. Until you showed up, I guessed that you may be my patron saint, and you will show up when I am in danger."
grim Reaper:"……"
"Thinking of this, I feel that maybe my cousin is not so bad as to be unforgivable, but I have a patron saint!" Chi Jiayan smiled slyly.
Reaper suddenly remembered the second half of the pool incident.
In Divine Consciousness, he watched the version of that year. In the time line where he did not appear, after Chi Jiayan was rescued, it was not as simple as cursing Chi Rui for not finding love-he took revenge on Chi Rui and put him back together. Kicked into the swimming pool and used spiritual power to make Chi Rui unable to climb ashore. During this period, he also let Chi Rui drowning continuously for a full hour, which made Chi Rui extremely afraid of water from then on.
Why is that version of Chi Jiayan so bad?
In that timeline, five-year-old Chi Jiayan had never seen him on the road, nor had he held an umbrella for him. Naturally, he had never rescued a cat or eaten anything he bought. ice cream.
The little Chi Jiayan lived in isolation, his family died, he was poor, he grew up with a distorted mentality, and he did extreme things.
In this timeline, Chi Jiayan, although in the same situation, is an optimistic young man.
It turns out that the last appearance of the God of Death has changed Chi Jiayan's life trajectory. A small part has such a big impact.
It's all messed up.
"I'm not your patron saint." Death said.
"Okay." Chi Jiayan was noncommittal, but he noticed that the elder brother had a different opinion.
They walked a long way, with Death walking in front and Chi Jiayan following behind.
The route of this villa area is intricate and complicated, and the god of death may have gone wrong. Chi Jiayan did not tell him, but silently accompanied him around in circles.
In fact, Death is thinking, and he has the habit of thinking while walking.
Because things have changed, he has established countless possibilities in his consciousness, and began to calculate the possible impact of the next instant of Chi Jiayan's death on the future. Because of his hesitation and soft-heartedness this time, things became complicated, and he had to cut through the mess and end this mistake.
Chi Jiayan's pace gradually couldn't keep up: "Brother, wait for me."
Death said, "Not my brother."
"Huh?" Chi Jiayan was puzzled, and then suddenly realized, blushing, "Could it be that you are actually a sister?"
"..." Death couldn't explain his age and generation to him, and he didn't want to spend more time, "No."
"That's my brother, but luckily it's not my sister. That's a manly voice." Chi Jiayan patted his chest to suppress his shock, then raised one foot, "Brother, my feet hurt so much that I can't walk."
Only then did the god of death notice that Chi Jiayan's left ankle was swollen like a steamed bun.
Perhaps it was twisted while struggling in the swimming pool, but the teenage boy kept walking around behind him without saying a word.
Death said coldly, "Then stop."
"No." Chi Jiayan refused, "I want to follow you. What if you suddenly disappear again, I only have you as a friend."
Death turned around and continued walking: "I'm not your friend."
This time Chi Jiayan didn't keep up. Death walked a long way and heard Chi Jiayan shouting from behind.
"Please be my friend!" If the ability from the Spirit of Words is substantial, wave after wave of Death Gods attacked.
It is a pity that he is from a high-dimensional god, and Yan Ling cannot control him at all.
The God of Death summoned Blue Wind, wanting to leave this time to find the next moment of death and bring everything back on track.
"Brother!" Chi Jiayan was still shouting from behind, and the clear young voice became a little hoarse, "Please, be my friend! It doesn't matter if you don't accompany me, please promise me and be my first friend. !"
A sports car whizzed past, and in the car were Chi Rui's friends. When they saw Chi Jiayan standing on the side of the road looking embarrassed, they whistled and cheered.
"Hey, unlucky bastard!"
"trouble marker"
"Go find your sister Qiuqiu..."
Chi Jiayan watched the red sports car go away, the last sentence might be a threat or a prank, he couldn't hear it clearly.
For some reason, his eyes suddenly turned red, and his almond eyes sparkled, but there was hatred in his fragility.
"Bastards." Chi Jiayan wiped his eyes, "You bastards, all go—"
The word "death" was covered in his mouth.
The god of death didn't know when he would return and nip Chi Jiayan's curse in the bud.
Three lives, but another unpredictable variable.
The boy's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils gleaming under the light spot of the tree's shade: "Brother?"
The tall God of Death felt chills all over his body, even his palms were extremely cold, like a piece of ice touching the warm lips of the young man.
The face of the god of death was hidden behind the mask, and no expression could be seen.
Maybe it was impatience, or maybe it was disgust, Chi Jiayan couldn't tell the difference.
He was just a little happy, his eyes curled up: "You promised to be my friend."
The god of death did not speak, and was so silent that it was out of tune with this world.
"Brother, you are so good." Chi Jiayan threw himself into his arms, the black clothes were slippery and he could hardly hold them.
Death was stiff all over.
This human being is really a strange existence!
"I really can't walk, can you carry me?" Chi Jiayan muffled, sounding like she was acting like a spoiled child.
But from the point of view of the god of death, he could see the sly pear vortex on his white cheek.
He felt that this human being who had no reverence for him might be poisonous.