Chi Jiayan finished eating a bowl of instant noodles, and sweat broke out from the tip of his nose.

His delicate cheeks were still red, and he didn't know whether it was because the heat just didn't go away or if he was eating noodles.

Ling Xiao took two mouthfuls, and couldn't take it anymore, so he put down his fork and pushed the bowl.

There was a lot of yin in the room, because the god of death was in a bad mood. He has been a god of death for so many years, and it seems that he has never been wronged to eat such unpalatable food.

"Brother, are you not eating?" Chi Jiayan asked.

"Yeah." Ling Xiao wanted to vomit.

What he didn't expect was that Chi Jiayan brought over the bowl of instant noodles he had eaten, and prepared to continue eating without disdain.

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand and held his wrist.

As a god of death, Ling Xiao's body temperature is naturally lower than that of ordinary people.

If you come into contact with people while wearing a mask, it will definitely make people feel cold. Now that the mask is taken off, his body temperature has also risen slightly, but when he touches Chi Jiayan's skin, he still feels like a cold jade.

Looking at the pale hand that stopped his wrist, Chi Jiayan didn't know why: "What's wrong?"

"The rest." Ling Xiao said.

Chi Jiayan laughed: "It's okay. It's a pity to throw it away, my brother only took one bite."

Seeing that the young man ate his remaining bowl of instant noodles cleanly, Ling Xiao was successfully aroused by the thought that "this human being is a bit pitiful".

In fact, Chi Jiayan was really not full, and he really felt it was a waste.

He is only thirteen years old this year, and it is when he is growing up.

Because he is slightly malnourished, he looks smaller than children of the same age. If he is not cute, he is really thin.

He's not really poor, but he needs to save money.

Yan Ling's ability is not omnipotent, at least it can't be created out of nothing, and it can't be effective for himself. Chi Jiayan has no way to make money from this. His current life comes from part of the savings left by his previous parents, and there are also uncles who have inherited his grandfather's inheritance as guardians, which should be given to him every month.

But except when he asked for him, his uncle always put the money in the bank and asked him to pick it up on time, and they rarely saw each other.

Chi Jiayan is also studying at his cousin Chi Rui's school. Others seem to have no difference in their lives, and only Chi Jiayan knows the central acid.

Ling Xiao saw that he had eaten all the instant noodles like a rabbit, so he tapped on the table with his fingers: "Okay."

This tone unconsciously was exactly the same as the future him.

Chi Jiayan didn't know, thought he had remembered something, and couldn't help being very nervous.

Seeing that timid look in his eyes, Ling Xiao felt a bit of a headache.

"Yan Ling," Ling Xiao called, "Tell me again how we met."

Chi Jiayan was stunned for a while, as if his thoughts really drifted back to a long time ago.

He rested his elbows on the table and supported his face, his eyes were clear and gentle: "It seemed to be a rainy day... I found a kitten in the rain... It was Xiao Hei."

"I've talked about it here." Ling Xiao interrupted.

"Eh?" It seems that, Chi Jiayan is a little distressed. It seems that there is really nothing to talk about between him and his brother. It sounds like a relationship of one-sidedness.

Ling Xiao's pale face seemed to have a cold light under the light, and there was no warmth in the pair of phoenix eyes.

If he had to find some human emotion, Chi Jiayan could only see a trace of distrust and alienation.

If he really said it according to the actual situation, he felt that this brother who had lost his memory would definitely not stay with him. On the day he died, his brother would also take him away like a strange soul, no longer the special one.

When Chi Jiayan said it again, it was a bit outrageous.

Ling Xiao frowned while listening.

Just kidding, how could he come to see this human so often? Or is this man's best friend? Have you backed this human? still live here?

Besides being a speech spirit, Ling Xiao really didn't see anything special about him.

Afraid that he would not believe it, Chi Jiayan lifted his leg and put his foot on the table. Sure enough, his ankle was swollen.

"Look." Chi Jiayan showed a guilty conscience, "I sprained my foot today, and it was my brother who carried me back."

Ling Xiao had no way of verifying it.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't jump in time and space without the instructions of the horoscope, he really wanted to travel through it to see what he had done.

Ling Xiao pondered for a moment, the atmosphere in the room was stagnant for a moment, no, it was the stagnant atmosphere mixed with the taste of instant noodles.

It's too flamboyant.

He reached out and took out a gadget in the black robe, a delicate skeleton.

When the skeleton was taken out and placed on the table, it immediately attracted Chi Jiayan's attention.

"What is this?" Chi Jiayan reached for it.

"Truth Skull." Ling Xiao said, "Now answering questions to Truth Skull. Let me ask you, how did I get here every time?"

Chi Jiayan swallowed nervously, and pointed at his watch: "This - brother, you seem to have come here by turning this."

The truth is that the skeleton's teeth began to keep fighting with "giggling".

"Who am I?" Ling Xiao continued to ask.

Chi Jiayan didn't know whether he passed the test or not, but he felt the vest shivering cold after a while, he shivered, but looked into Ling Xiao's eyes without flinching: "You are the god of death."

Truth Skull's teeth continued to make a quick "cluck" sound.

Sure enough, this word spirit did not lie.

Ling Xiao put away the truth skeleton, and began to accept that he had been here in the future.

The door was suddenly knocked.

"Knock knock."

A girl's voice was talking: "Jiajia? Are you at home?"

Chi Jiayan's eyes widened suddenly, but he didn't seem to be frightened, more like he didn't dare to make a sound.

Ling Xiao was about to ask a question, but he reached out and covered his mouth.

Chi Jiayan begged softly: "Brother, don't talk."

Bold.

Ling Xiao's eyes sank, this Yan Ling dared to cover Death's mouth.

He stood up coldly, but heard the girl ask again.

From them, they could see the shadow of the girl in the crack of the door. Surprisingly, a hundred-yuan bill was stuffed under the crack of the door.

"Jiajia, remember to put it away if you're at home." The girl's voice was very nice, and she sounded only seventeen or eighteen years old, "I'm going to perform tomorrow, and my dad will reward me with pocket money. You go and buy some goodies. food, you know?"

After the girl said this, the shadow in the crack of the door walked away.

It wasn't until the door was quiet that Chi Jiayan breathed a sigh of relief, and then the circles of his eyes turned slightly red.

Ling Xiao: "Your friend?"

Chi Jiayan quickly shook his head: "No!"

Ling Xiao felt that it was enough to mix with humans.

"It's Yu Xiaoqiu. I called her Sister Qiuqiu when I was a child." Chi Jiayan denied, "She's not my friend. I don't have any friends either."

Ling Xiao: "...It doesn't look like what you said."

Chi Jiayan was silent for a few seconds, then packed up and forced a smile: "For someone like me, it's better not to be friends with ordinary people. It's true that she wants to help me, but I can't hurt her. ."

Do you have to pretend that you are not at home because you are worried about harming others unknowingly?

Ling Xiao understood.

Chi Jiayan went to pick up the money and was going to put it in a big box.

There is still a lot of money in the box, one piece of five yuan, etc. There are various denominations, it seems that it is not accumulated in one day.

It shouldn't be the first time that Yu Xiaoqiu put money into Chi Jiayan from the crack of the door, and Chi Jiayan hasn't touched it. This comes from other people's concern, which is like a rare treasure to him, and he is reluctant to spend it. .

In this messy and sloppy house, the short Chi Jiayan was wearing a cheap T-shirt. Because he was too thin, the butterfly bones behind him were faintly raised.

His dinner was two bowls of instant noodles, and the only living thing that could hear him was a little black cat.

Then, the friend he insisted on keeping was the person most people in this world feared—the god of death.

For some reason, Ling Xiao stopped him from putting in the hundred-yuan bill.

"There is a problem." Ling Xiao said.

"Huh?" Chi Jiayan wondered, "What's wrong, brother?"

Ling Xiao took the money, and he could see layers of black air lingering on the money. He moved his fingers and inhaled the black air between his fingers, feeling a tiny amount of energy filling his body.

"The person who handled this money is from the underworld." Ling Xiao said, "The person who gave her the money is already dead."

Chi Jiayan's face changed greatly: "...Who died?"

Ling Xiao did not answer this question. He closed his eyes and was extremely tall, and a chilling aura suddenly appeared in an instant.

Originally lying on the sofa, Xiao Hei was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and he screamed "meow".

Ling Xiao seemed to be talking to someone in his divine sense.

The tone became very cold.

"Are all the soul eaters dead? Tell Lu Cheng to come and see me immediately."