Ling Xiao said, "Maybe."

Chi Jiayan got up and sat on the bed, tears streaming down her face: "I knew it shouldn't be like this. It's all my fault. I got too close to Sister Qiuqiu and hurt them. What should I do now..."

Ling Xiao really didn't like boys crying all the time.

He frowned and said, "First go to determine the situation, and then Lucheng will deal with it."

After he finished speaking, he got up and left the room. Those black furballs jumped out of bed one by one and followed him out, lining up to get into the sleeves of Lu Cheng, who was lying on the sofa.

Ling Xiao kicked Lucheng, who immediately bounced up and looked around with sleepy eyes: "Earthquake?!"

Then Lu Cheng saw Ling Xiao's indifferent face.

"Yan Ling." Ling Xiao was speaking to Chi Jiayan in the room, "Don't cry."

Chi Jiayan also dawdled out of the room, looking like he had just cried, as if he had been bullied.

But he was familiar with him, and he didn't feel that Ling Xiao's attitude towards him was cold, and he was a little unsteady because of the ankle pain, so he took the initiative to grab Ling Xiao's sleeve, and said softly: "Brother..."

Lu Cheng's expression was a bit exciting, but as soon as an inappropriate idea popped up in his mind, Ling Xiao's icy eyes came over.

It's really weird how big and small get along with each other...

"After Yu Xiaoqiu goes out, let's go to work." Ling Xiao didn't pull his sleeve out of Chi Jiayan's hand this time.

"Well." Chi Jiayan wiped away her tears, still looking unhappy.

Ling Xiao said coldly, "Have breakfast."

There was a lot of food on the table, including fried dough sticks, eggs, milk and lean meat porridge, which looked like they had robbed the breakfast shop.

Chi Jiayan's eyes lit up, then he thought of the Yu family, shook his head and said, "I don't want to eat..."

"Whatever you want." Ling Xiao said, "If you don't eat, you have no energy, you can only cause trouble to others."

Breakfast from Death?

Lu Cheng is going crazy, my God, who will believe it! Lingxiao, the god of death, personally bought breakfast for humans!

Is it really that kind of relationship? Except this Yanling is too young, there is no problem with everything else!

Lu Cheng moved to the table while frantically making up his mind.

"Lu Cheng." Ling Xiao went out without looking back, "It's going to rain."

Lu Cheng: "???"

Ling Xiao said, "Glass."

Last night, the glass that Lucheng smashed was shattered to the ground. The wind was pouring into the house, and if it rained, it would naturally pour into the house.

Lingxiao left, and Lu Cheng didn't dare to rub human's breakfast any more, so he had to crouch down and repair pieces of glass.

Chi Jiayan reluctantly drank some milk, and dragged her injured foot over to help.

When Ling Xiao came back, he was wearing a black T-shirt and black trousers. He looked even more handsome without the wide black robe.

Because it is more convenient to deal with the living dead.

When Chi Jiayan saw him come back, his face suddenly became very red.

And Lu Cheng was still lying on the ground picking up glass slag as if nothing had happened.

Ling Xiao frowned and used his divine sense a little bit, but heard Lu Cheng singing in his head in a loop - he didn't want him to know what they just said.

It wouldn't be a good word anyway.

"What's wrong." Ling Xiao turned to Chi Jiayan.

Chi Jiayan dodged his eyes, hugged Xiao Hei and brushed his hair: "It's nothing..."

The young man said so, but his heartbeat was beating extremely fast and loud, as if he was flustered by something, his body temperature was burning, and Ling Xiao could hear the rapid flow of blood.

Ling Xiao didn't understand the complex emotions of human beings, and he didn't have any interest, so he hung up the black robe he had replaced. He turned around, and there was a totem embroidered with gold thread on the black T-shirt on his body, but the totem on the black robe disappeared.

Chi Jiayan walked over in surprise: "Is this Blue Wind?"

"Well." Ling Xiao said, "Let's go."

Knowing that this is going to Xiaoqiu's house, Chi Jiayan nodded thoughtfully: "Okay brother."

The two went upstairs together, and there was indeed a ghost facing the wall in the corridor.

When Lingxiao passed by, it didn't find it, and was still thinking about emptying it against the wall.

Chi Jiayan asked, "Brother, what is it doing?"

This question has plagued him for many years.

When Ling Xiao heard the ghost's heart sound, he stretched out a finger and touched Chi Jiayan's temple, and the ghost's heart sound was transmitted to Chi Jiayan's mind.

It turned out that this ghost was a mute, a candidate who failed the college entrance examination ten years ago.

"What's the use of my life."

"It's better to die... rubbish. I'm rubbish."

"Sucks……"

Blue Wind was restless on his black clothes, it felt a strong ghost energy, and it seemed that the next moment it was going to vacate and eat the ghost.

Chi Jiayan quickly stopped: "Don't!"

Ling Xiao put down his hands, his phoenix eyes were slightly cold.

"It's so pitiful." Chi Jiayan explained, "Brother, don't kill it. Let him reincarnate?"

The ghost heard the voice and suddenly turned his head to reveal a face without facial features.

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand and grabbed it, like crushing an ant, and easily grabbed the ghost's neck.

Then, he crushed it.

The ghost turned into a cloud of black gas and disappeared into the air.

Chi Jiayan broke out in a cold sweat: "Brother?!"

"There are no poor ghosts in the world." Ling Xiao said, "Don't forget that I am the god of death."

This young man is so naive.

Ling Xiao couldn't imagine how his future self became friends with him.

After normal human beings die, they will turn into spiritual beads and be swallowed by soul-devouring beasts, and then spit back into the reincarnation of the life plate. And ghosts, who refused to turn into spirit beads and escaped reincarnation, were destined to be destroyed.

Whether it fell into the hands of the Death God or was eaten by Blue Wind, it was the last journey of a ghost, and it was wiped out.

During the conversation, a girl with a ponytail walked downstairs, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and shouted in surprise, "Jiajia!"

Chi Jiayan put away the dullness and said with a smile, "Sister Qiuqiu."

The person who came was Yu Xiaoqiu.

She saw Chi Jiayan first, then Ling Xiao, and couldn't help but startled: "This is?"

Chi Jiayan introduced: "This is my brother."

"Hello." Yu Xiaoqiu greeted generously.

Ling Xiao's expression was indifferent, and he didn't mean to say hello.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Yu Xiaoqiu had no choice but to change the subject: "I'm rushing to the show, and there's still one last rehearsal. Jiajia, can you come to my show? I'll send you a ticket."

Chi Jiayan was startled when he heard the words, then lowered his head and whispered, "I'm sorry...I..."

"You can't get too close to me, can you." Yu Xiaoqiu patted his head, "Fool, don't be superstitious."

It's raining.

The sound of the rain was pattering, as if it had wet someone's heart.

Yu Xiaoqiu shook the umbrella in his hand, and did not continue the topic they had discussed many times, pretending to be happy: "It's okay. It may not be able to perform, it's raining. Our venue is open-air. , maybe it will be canceled.”

There was no regret in her tone.

Chi Jiayan knew that she had been rehearsing for many days just for this day's performance, and said with a smile, "Sister Qiuqiu, don't worry, it won't rain soon."

The two said goodbye, and as soon as Yu Xiaoqiu disappeared on the stairs, Chi Jiayan's nosebleed came out. This is the result of the backlash of the Word Spirit.

He took out a tissue and covered his nostrils as usual.

Hearing Yu Xiaoqiu shouting downstairs: "Jiajia—it's really not raining—"

Lingxiao: "The bigger the wish, the more serious the backlash."

Just as Chi Jiayan was about to say something, he heard Ling Xiao say lightly, "Waste time."

After all, they came to the door on the fifth floor together.

Lingxiao entered through the wall, and as soon as he entered, he smelled a special smell, like the smell of corpse mixed with perfume, which was very unpleasant.

The room was filled with a dead air, almost disappearing its original appearance.

When he came out, he saw Chi Jiayan still staring at the corner of the empty stairs in a daze.

It should be that he is still pity for the ghost that is devastated.

"Yanling." He shouted rudely.

"Huh? Chi Jiayan came back to his senses, his eyes were clear, "Brother? Can you see Uncle Yu? "

"There is no one in the house." Ling Xiao said, "I have to go to where he works."

Chi Jiayan thought for a while: "I'll go with you."

Lingxiao doesn't like to be with weak people because it can easily affect his judgment.

He said directly: "You can't help. I will call Lu Cheng."

Lu Cheng was very happy that he no longer had to pick up glass slag.

After he went out, he also melted the antlers and took the red thread from the people, but he was still barefoot and looked like a sloppy boy.

In fact, Lu Cheng should be nearly a thousand years old.

As the auxiliary god, Lu Cheng is likely to take over the position of the god of death in the future. But now he is only in charge of Soul Eater, and he often makes mistakes.

Because his mind and energy are always in the wrong place.

Like now.

"Lord Lingxiao, I really envy you." Lu Cheng put his hands in his sleeves, ignoring the strange eyes of passersby on the street.

God stopped as soon as it rained a little, the sky was still gray, and it seemed that something had interrupted and had to hold back the rain.

The ground on the street was still wet, and the deer walking on it with bare feet did not feel cold.

Ling Xiao said coldly, "Do your own thing well."

Lu Cheng waved his hand: "Oh, I'm not talking about work. I mean, I've known you for so many years, and I always thought you were heartless and wanted to live a life of ruthless, ruthless, desireless, and undemanding. Who would have known you? That little Yanling, that's fine, at least you'll look a little more human, and you won't be so gregarious on top."

"Shut up." Ling Xiao couldn't stand the noise, "There is a chance to find the Dream God to see his dream."

"Why?" Lu Cheng didn't understand, "Aren't you still worried? Sure enough, love makes people worry about gains and losses... Even death is no exception..."

Ling Xiao's aura was suddenly as sharp as a blade.

Lu Cheng shrank his neck, covered his antlers with a conditioned reflex, and after feeling the air, he remembered to put it away: "Okay, don't worry, he has already admitted to me that he likes you very much."

Ling Xiao really wanted to strangle his auxiliary god to death.

He must be talking nonsense while he is not in Lucheng, that's why the child's behavior just now was so strange.

A helpless child inevitably develops a sense of dependence on an adult who has an intersection.

"He's just a thirteen-year-old child. We have nothing to do." Ling Xiao walked forward, "Don't think so dirty."

Lu Cheng: "Is that so? It seems that many unknown things happened when you were unknown."

Ling Xiao coldly recounted the fact that his future self had been here.

Lu Cheng was suddenly enlightened, and then fell into deep thought.

After a while, he said, "How can I get this? He treats you as a friend, but you want to kill him in the future? What if you two become friends? Ah, he's still so young..."

"As long as I figure out the truth, I will not prevent anything from happening in the future." Ling Xiao said indifferently.