"Aren't you going to show it?" Chi Jiayan was disappointed, "Today is my birthday. Can't I also make my last birthday wish?"

Such a pitiful appearance is a bit inappropriate for him.

So what are the forced people in that classroom?

He's grown up and strong enough to deal with anything but death.

Death took off his mask and looked at him coldly.

At the moment when Death took off his mask, naturally, Death also appeared.

His complexion was pale and his eyebrows were extremely cold, and he looked like an ice sculpture.

He just stood there, ruthless and ruthless.

Chi Jiayan should have been surprised by this sharp yet handsome face that was like an icy blade, but he was only stunned for a moment.

The two looked at each other, and the god of death somehow felt that this look was a little familiar, but the familiarity was like a mess of threads, and it disappeared as soon as he let go.

Death soon put on the mask again and disappeared again.

The hesitation in Chi Jiayan's eyes was quickly put away and returned to his senses. He resumed his smile and said a word out of nowhere, like a sigh.

"Sure enough...it's the same..."

"What?" Death asked.

Chi Jiayan waved his hand: "Actually, it's nothing, I just found out that you and my friend look a bit like."

"You already have friends?" Death was surprised.

"Yes." Chi Jiayan nodded, "Is my brother unhappy?"

Death: "...No."

"Oh……"

Chi Jiayan put his hands in his pockets, sat a small black cat on his shoulders, and walked towards the ice cream shop across the road.

This place is located near the school, and the traffic is more complicated when the school is over. The traffic lights flashed past, and the vehicles that had been waiting for a long time drove towards the next intersection.

As the car came and went, Chi Jiayan turned back and waved: "Brother, do you want to eat ice cream? Eating an ice cream will make you happy. I will invite you this time."

Death did not speak.

He saw the aura of death spreading from under Chi Jiayan's feet, and layers of black energy gradually surrounded Chi Jiayan.

Not far away, a shopkeeper was carrying a basket full of oranges. Because the newly renovated shop next door needed to install glass, the shopkeeper had to vacate the fruit space.

It may be that it is too heavy or too heavy, or it may be that the material is rotten, and the bottom of the bamboo basket is suddenly broken.

The chubby fresh oranges were no longer bound and rolled around.

"Fuck!" The shopkeeper cursed and annoyed secretly, and then loudly reminded passersby, "Be careful! Watch! Don't step on my oranges!"

Pedestrians turned away.

Chi Jiayan bought two cones in the store, one chocolate-flavored and one matcha-flavored.

He smiled and thanked the clerk, then lifted his legs and stepped out into the sun.

"Bang dang!!"

A bicycle tire hit the orange and fell to the ground.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The pug in the basket jumped out.

"Niuniu—" the owner shouted anxiously.

All this is like slow motion in a movie, stretching infinitely in this perfect moment of death, every frame, every second, seems so clear.

The smile on Chi Jiayan's face was still the same, and the pear vortex on his lips was looming.

The pug fled in fright and ran into the installer's leg. The worker stumbled and stepped on it again, the pug screeched miserably, the worker was startled, and his center of gravity was unsteady, and the glass fell down together with the person.

At that moment, Chi Jiayan did not look back.

The glass hit the wall, shards flew, and one of the sharpest triangular shards was ejected and inserted into Chi Jiayan's artery.

As long as Chi Jiayan hides a little, he can miss it, but this time he is destined to escape.

The blood spurting out in the snow-white sunlight reminded Death of the 27-year-old Chi Jiayan who kept vowing to fight against him on the big pendulum, and the blood spat out of his mouth after being backlashed.

No one can stop the god of death.

—Except for Death himself.

"Brother Lingxiao..." Chi Jiayan knelt on the ground, then fell sideways.

The ice cream was scattered on the ground, Chi Jiayan covered his neck with one hand and stretched out into the air with the other, as if he was very nostalgic.

In the sunlight, his fingertips were almost transparent.

Grim Reaper has a splitting headache.

Immediately afterwards, Blue Wind also began to become restless, and a mournful wolf howl could be heard, and everything was about to end.

The perfect moment of death is being constructed into the most perfect death.

The hand of the god of death involuntarily touched the hand that Chi Jiayan stretched out to him. Before it touched the hand, the headache was further aggravated, because those memories of the god of death that belonged to this timeline were rushing towards his brain. middle.

In the flash of light and flint, the relatively fresh "past events" reappeared in his mind scene by scene.

It turned out that when he left Chi Jiayan at the age of thirteen, the past had quietly changed.

five years ago.

The gas leak caused a big explosion on the first floor. Since many people were resting at home on weekends, a total of 31 people, including the elderly and children, died that day. Every unnatural large-scale death scene has the presence of the god of death. As soon as those dead souls appeared, they immediately heard the howl of Blue Wind, and gradually turned into spiritual beads that were about to return to the natal chart.

With such a large-scale collective death, there are also many lonely ghosts who come to look at them, wanting to take the opportunity to get a piece of the pie, such as looking for a surrogate ghost or something.

Reaper took a long time to process this, feeling a little tired.

Cang Feng was panting, whistling and turning into a golden totem attached to his black robe, ready to rest.

At this moment, a voice whispered: "Lingxiao?"

Hearing this name that no one has ever changed for thousands of years, Lingxiao, the god of death, turned his head and saw a half-year-old boy standing on the bare lawn. He looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. .

"Is it... Brother Lingxiao?" the boy asked again.

Ling Xiao frowned under the mask: "It's me. Who are you?"

Unexpectedly, just after he answered this, the young man ran over, crashed into his arms like a small rocket, and hugged him fiercely.

"It's really you!" The boy's tone was full of surprises that were lost and found, and he kept talking, "I thought you were the bad guy! Fortunately, I know your name. I was scared to death, as soon as I opened it Eyes, you are gone! Brother! I thought you were gone!"

Ling Xiao had never seen this young man before.

Being hugged suddenly, he felt the warm body temperature belonging to human beings, causing the pale frost on Lingxiao's body to disappear as quickly as the warmth of spring.

Ling Xiao didn't like the change that made him feel vulnerable. He stretched out a finger, poked the boy's forehead, and pushed him away mercilessly.

The teenager didn't seem to be disgusted by this "disgusting" action, he was quite used to it, and he obediently stabbed his forehead and pushed it away.

"Who are you?" Ling Xiao said condescendingly, "How can you see me?"

The boy suddenly widened his eyes and couldn't believe it: "I'm Chi Jiayan! Brother, why did you forget?"

The chill returned, Ling Xiao put down his hand indifferently: "Chi Jiayan?"

Chi Jiayan is not as tall as his shoulders. He is obviously human, but he is not afraid of him at all.

He wasn't annoyed when he was pushed away, and he pulled up Ling Xiao's clothes accustomedly, and looked around with concern: "Brother, are you injured? By the way, is it the one who looks the same as you? The black-robed man?! Did he hurt you?! It's all my fault, I shouldn't have passed out."

The more he said this, the quieter he said, and finally, the handsome young man's face flushed red.

Chi Jiayan was really annoyed and felt that he was cowardly and useless.

When he woke up, he was already lying on the bed, Xiao Hei was lying on the head of the bed, and the house was quiet. Suddenly remembering what happened before, he was startled to realize that the elder brother might have fought with the black-robed man who said he wanted to "correct his mistakes", and he couldn't help but be very worried.

Fortunately, he knew his brother's identity, heard his name before he passed out, and knew where to look for his brother, and he found him.

"A man in black robe like me?" Ling Xiao frowned, "Who is that?"

"It should be a bad guy." The young man pulled at his sleeve and said one by one.

The more Ling Xiao listened, the more incredible it became. He probably understood that Chi Jiayan was talking about his future self, and his future future self... had a fight?

This is bullshit.

Chi Jiayan didn't seem to know about it, he didn't understand why three "brothers" appeared at the same time, thinking that he was the same person as him in the future, while the other man in black robe was a bad guy.

Ling Xiao was silent, and began to think about why such a situation occurred.

He looked at Chi Jiayan's fair neck, there was a black and green finger print on it, which matched his finger print.

It seems that he wants to protect him for the future self, and the future future self wants to kill him?

Ling Xiao felt a little headache.

"Brother, why don't you remember anything?" After Chi Jiayan finished speaking, he squeezed his hand nervously.

Ling Xiao didn't want to speculate on the future, he said coldly: "Well. Let go."

"...Oh." Chi Jiayan released his hand.

From Lingxiao's point of view, Chi Jiayan's trembling eyelashes can be seen.

It seems, such indifference... made this young man a little sad.

This young man seems really not as simple as a stranger.

As a thousand-year-old god of death, Ling Xiao is not surprised what happened. Maybe something went wrong and he should probably fix it. Now we have to go to the scene of the incident to see if one of the future two selves is still there. Only in this way can we know what is going on in this mess.

After the work just now, Ling Xiao already felt lack of energy, he sighed, his tone was still cold: "Take me to your house to see."

This is just a human teenager, he doesn't have to be so fierce.

Chi Jiayan raised his head and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately he laughed, and there was actually a pair of sweet pear vortex on his lips: "Okay!"

It was the first time that Ling Xiao saw a human smile like this to him.

When he is not working, he also takes off his mask and wanders the world. But what have seen is always all kinds of, unbearable, human ****.

He wandered in the world indifferent and alienated, always out of place like a bystander. Their dimensions are different from here, where everyone is ruthless, with clear grievances and grievances. As high-dimensional gods, they have always looked at the world with the eyes of a judge.

I don't know where my future self met this human child.

Ling Xiao retracted his gaze: "Blue Wind."

The huge black male wolf flew out with the golden light, and when it crawls down its body, it looks like an extended truck, and even the ground trembles.

Chi Jiayan walked over and touched its ears: "Cang Feng, don't you remember me?"

Blue Wind had eaten a lot of ghosts just now, and his belly was round. In fact, when Chi Jiayan touched him like this, he felt quite comfortable, and divine beasts sometimes slack off. But it glanced at Ling Xiao's cold gaze, so it had no choice but to whimper and show its sharp fangs, trying to act like a beast.

Chi Jiayan, who didn't find it scary at all: "..."

When got home, there was no one there.

It looked like either death was gone.

This young man looked as if he lived alone, and the house was a mess. Lingxiao, the god of death who always loved to clean, didn't want to go in.

Chi Jiayan felt that the scene seemed a little familiar, and waved with a smile: "Brother, come in."

There was a plate of oxidized and yellowed fruits on the table, and it looked like they had just served guests.

Chi Jiayan put away the fruit: "Brother, let me change it for you. You didn't have time to eat it just now."

Lingxiao couldn't imagine that this expired fruit exuding a rotten and dead aura was something that the future self planned to eat.

Chi Jiayan finished packing the fruit, and came out with a new plate, and walked to the window familiarly: "Blue Wind—"

It was getting dark, and the night sky was full of stars.

Blue Wind's huge head appeared in the window.

Its wolf eyes look full of doubts, how does this human know that it is lying here?

Chi Jiayan held up an apple to feed to Blue Wind: "Do you want to eat some?"

Cang Feng sniffed the apple, then looked at the tall man behind Chi Jiayan, and then he was relieved to lick the apple away with his tongue—it was not enough to tuck his teeth.

At this moment, a small black figure jumped up on the window sill, blasting Mao and screaming strangely at Cangfeng.

As expected, Cang Feng and the cat did not get along, and they roared in a low voice.

Chi Jiayan laughed, and the clear young voice was cheerful and happy.

"Okay." Ling Xiao was not used to this warm scene, and interrupted mercilessly, "Chi Jiayan... Is that so? How did you know me?"

Chi Jiayan's thin back froze.

Then he answered briskly: "We are best friends."

Ling Xiao's intuition is not very simple.

Chi Jiayan seemed to know that he didn't believe it, and pointed to the black cat: "Look, we met because of saving Xiao Hei! I was only five years old when we rescued him, brother, you even bought me ice cream."

Ling Xiao: "..."

Chi Jiayan turned his head and smiled: "It doesn't matter if you can't remember, brother, you can think about it slowly, maybe you can get a lot of tips by staying with me."

Chi Jiayan has already concluded that the god of death was amnesticized by the man in black robe. Of course, it would be better if the god of death could not remember it, so that... the god of death could always be his friend and would not take him away one day in the future.

He desperately needs a friend, whether that friend is death or not—you know, he's so unlucky that he doesn't even make friends with ghosts.

Xiao Hei jumped into his arms, cat's eyes treacherous.

Like the owner type, this person and cat look very cunning.

Ling Xiao analyzed the authenticity of this sentence from Chi Jiayan's eyes, but only saw calmness.

He knew what the young man was hiding from him but was unwilling to say it, but this familiarity was not fake, otherwise no human would dare not be afraid of him.

Ling Xiao thought about it, maybe he could really try to see if there were any hints.

He took back the blue wind and walked back into the room.

Chi Jiayan seemed a little excited.

Maybe it's been too long since no one has come to the house, and he rummaged through the cabinets trying to find something to entertain the guests.

Finally, he took out two bowls of instant noodles, poured cold water into them, knelt in front of the table with his hands and closed his eyes properly.

Just when Lingxiao thought he was going to pray, he heard him say, "Start heating, instant noodles."

There was a hint of steam on the lid of the instant noodles.

Ling Xiao held his forehead.

It turned out to be a rare speech spirit among human beings, no wonder he was able to see him.

It's no wonder that this young man seems to be in a daze, and he is alone. He clearly belongs to the fate of the gods and lonely stars that can only be found by Yan Ling.

Any human who is close to Yan Ling will bring disaster to the world soon. Ling Xiao once saw a Yan Ling hundreds of years ago, and the other party is also with ghosts and monsters.

The instant noodles seem to be slow and a little weak.

Chi Jiayan lay down and looked at the instant noodles, one hand clenched into a fist, and his expression was serious: "Instant noodles, come on. Instant noodles, come on."

Ling Xiao: "..."

The sound of "gudugudu" sounded, and the soup of the instant noodles tumbled, and it gradually subsided after a full minute. The young man seemed to be facing some delicious meal. He was eager to try it with his fork in his hand. He carefully lifted the lid, as if it felt a little hot, and quickly put his finger on his earlobe.

"Okay!" Chi Jiayan said, "It's time to start!"

Ling Xiao didn't want to start.

"Brother, smell this bowl!"

"smell?"

"Yeah!" Chi Jiayan nodded, "I know you use smell! I've seen ghosts eating tribute many times, and they're all surrounded by them. Generally speaking, it takes several hours to smell."

Ling Xiao's forehead jumped twice.

He took off his mask.

Chi Jiayan's actions seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, and his pupils slowly enlarged in surprise.

Under the dim light of the light bulb, an indifferent and handsome face.

The God of Death was completely different from the skeleton head that Chi Jiayan imagined.

Perhaps it was Western legends and illustrations that affected his impression. No one told him that the dead looked like humans after taking off their masks.

Lingxiao's phoenix eyes are indifferent, and when he is not working, he often eats food from the world.

However, such low-quality cheap food has never been on his menu.

He never thought that a human would suddenly appear, saying that he knew his future self, and then there would be three of him on a timeline.

It's a headache to think about such a complex situation. The old horoscope may be going crazy, will the ancestral processor burn out?

Ling Xiao picked up the plastic fork.

He took a bite, and the taste was too unpleasant, so he stopped, and happened to meet the sight of the boy opposite.

The boy's face was as red as a tomato.

"What's wrong?" Ling Xiao's voice was cold.

This icy voice did not let the temperature on Chi Jiayan's face drop a bit.

With a blushing face, he buried his head and ate hard. In a short while, he ate the whole bowl of instant noodles, and even drank the noodle soup full of seasonings.

Ling Xiao felt that Yan Ling's life was really hard.