The rain that was forced to fall by a word from Yan Ling finally came two hours late.

Lingxiao and Chi Jiayan were standing on the bus stop. There were not many pedestrians. There was a smell of sweat mixed with dust and wetness in the air.

Chi Jiayan looked at the rain curtain, and said to himself worriedly, "I don't know if Sister Qiuqiu's performance is over or not, Uncle Yu, he..."

On the other hand, Ling Xiao's face was stern, but the image just now appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

He said the place he was in was hell.

In fact, that is about a description, more in line with the world's description of where the god of death is.

Lingxiao actually came from another high-dimensional world. As the first human beings to move to higher dimensions in ancient times, they have always been concerned about the lower-dimensional world. don't know who discovered the close relationship between the two worlds. If the low-dimensional world is flawed or disrupted, the high-dimensional world will be greatly affected. In order to ensure order, they invented the horoscope, and they had to assign different people to perform different tasks. Among them, fate was the leader and they came to the low-dimensional world to maintain order.

Over time, a small number of low-dimensional humans discovered this, and they rendered it up, established different religions, and fabricated different myths.

As long as Ling Xiao can remember, he has been burdened with the most difficult job in the world - death.

He has no sorrow, no joy, no desire, no desire.

Born alone, go back alone.

Fate told him that he shoulders a heavy responsibility and needs to persist until the day when the world is united, and everything will be peaceful before he can unload the burden.

Sometimes he felt it was more of a punishment than work.

He can't go back to his own world, because the job seems to have no end.

He also can't fit in with humans because he doesn't have their feelings.

For Ling Xiao, his life is equal to: nothing.

Imagine the endless nothingness, isn't that an endless hell?

At that time, they were still in Xushu's office. He said that he was in an endless hell. When he said it, he realized that he didn't know when he had malicious intentions against such a way of life.

How did Chi Jiayan answer?

Oh, the innocent voice said, "What does that matter? I'm willing to accompany my brother to hell. If I can't come, brother, you must come to me. I'll be very lonely if I die alone."

Just thinking of this, Ling Xiao was pulled by someone.

"Brother is gone." Chi Jiayan pulled his sleeve, "The car is coming."

I don't know when a big red bus has come, and it is even more brightly colored under the scouring of the rain.

With the red as the background, Chi Jiayan's face was even whiter, and his eyes seemed to be stained with ink.

They followed the crowd into the car, and the car was crowded, so Ling Xiao took the handle and stood. And Chi Jiayan was still short, so he hugged his arm and blocked him tightly, seeming to be a little more affectionate than usual.

Probably because Ling Xiao not only spared Yu Congshu, but also spared his life.

The bus stopped and went, and people in the carriages came and went.

Ling Xiao was taken aback for a while, and suddenly noticed the reflection from the car window glass, and the young man beside him seemed to be looking at him inside the glass all the time.

Unexpectedly, Ling Xiao would suddenly raise his head, and their eyes collided in the projection on the glass.

Chi Jiayan's face immediately turned red.

"Yan Ling, what are you looking at?" Ling Xiao asked.

Chi Jiayan let go of Ling Xiao's arm unconsciously, there is no silver 300 taels here: "No, no, I didn't look at you."

Ling Xiao: "..."

Chi Jiayan looked embarrassed.

He lowered his head, only the tip of his red ear was exposed outside his black hair: "I, I just want to say thank you to my brother."

Ling Xiao did not speak.

"Because it's my brother who has been accommodating me since we met." Chi Jiayan said, "It was when I was five years old, it was this year, and it was just now. I know that I have influenced my brother's work, so I really want to say thank you."

"Well." Ling Xiao frowned slightly.

He didn't know why, no matter who he was, he seemed to be led by the nose of this young man.

Such changes require adaptation.

Before Chi Jiayan could finish speaking, the bus suddenly braked suddenly, causing him to stagger and almost fall over.

Fortunately, Ling Xiao, who was beside him, grabbed his collar like a chicken, light and weightless.

After getting off the car, Ling Xiao walked in front, and Chi Jiayan stopped him from behind.

Ling Xiao turned back and saw that Chi Jiayan seemed to have summoned up his courage to smile and said, "Brother, although you are a god of death, we agreed last time that you will definitely take me away next time. But I still want to tell you that we know each other. You are really the luckiest thing in my life."

No one ever said to Death that you were lucky to meet you.

Ling Xiao's eyes sank, and he left expressionlessly.

He still has a lot to deal with, and there are too many abnormal deaths in this world.

It was a month after Ling Xiao met Chi Jiayan again.

There was a major accident at a construction site that day, killing more than a dozen workers, all of them tragically.

Lu Cheng was ordered to come to help.

After dealing with everything, Lu Cheng joked: "Lord Lingxiao, you are wearing human clothes now, but you are much younger than when you wore black robes in the past. Are you planning to relax yourself? "

There are actually quite a few black robes in Lingxiao's underworld mansion. They were the uniform uniforms that fate had ordered for him, and there were hundreds of them.

But Ling Xiao recently bought a lot of black clothes, all of which are more in line with ordinary people's styles.

Perhaps subconsciously, he wanted to escape the way of death.

But such evil thoughts were forcibly suppressed by himself, Ling Xiao did not allow himself to have such emotional fluctuations, and it was even more impossible to inform the deer who was about to become the next god of death.

"By the way, speaking of clothes, when I went to Jiajia's place last time, he was actually doing laundry for you." Lu Cheng smiled sullenly and almost rolled on the ground, "He is really poor, he doesn't even have a washing machine, so he moved one. Stools and large basins are washed there, and I suspect that no one else has clothes standing tall."

Ling Xiao had a black robe still in that messy house.

He took off his mask, and his phoenix eyes did not waver at all: "Have you been to his house?"

Lu Cheng clicked his tongue twice: "Oh, it's not about Yu Congshu."

It turned out that after watching her daughter's performance in the book that day, she explained her funeral in the car and voluntarily surrendered smoothly.

People only regarded him as a sudden death, and only Yu Xiaoqiu knew what happened.

On the day of the funeral, Chi Jiayan went to attend, and he just glanced at it from a distance, and was staggered by Yu Xiaoqiu. Her feelings for Chi Jiayan were too complicated, with gratitude and sympathy, but the pain of losing her father made her have to examine the rumors about Chi Jiayan.

The disaster star and the broom star, that is how people around Chi Jiayan describe it.

Yu Xiaoqiu didn't believe it in the past, but now there is resentment, but also fear.

Lu Cheng was at the scene with the Soul Eater. He recovered the spirit bead smoothly. He originally just stopped by to take a look, but he saw this scene unexpectedly.

He thought Chi Jiayan would cry.

Unexpectedly, the other party just had red eyes, but still smiled and showed two pear vortex: "It's okay, anyway... Sister Qiuqiu is not my friend either."

"You're not your friend and you're willing to die for her father?" Lu Cheng was surprised, "It's too virgin!"

"I don't deserve it." Chi Jiayan pretended not to care, "I don't deserve a friend."

Lu Cheng was still chattering in front of him: "Damn it, it hurts me when I watch it. You don't know that his smile at that time was really dazzling. Isn't every word of speech so miserable?"

Ling Xiao released Blue Wind and rode on his back, high above him: "Every identity has its own responsibilities."

Lu Cheng waved his hand: "Huh? Why is the topic so heavy all of a sudden. By the way, what did you see when you went to see his dream with Mengshen last time? Isn't it all very interesting!"

"No comment." Ling Xiao said.

Cang Feng snorted a little air from his nose, moved his ears twice, scratched the ground with his front claws, and carried Ling Xiao away into the air.

The rest of Lu Cheng scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, and pulled up his sleeves to let the Soul Eater in absentmindedly. He didn't quite clearly think: Couldn't that child be able to see through it at a glance? Why does Lord Lingxiao insist on seeing his dreams? Is there anything to say?

Chi Jiayan didn't know that someone was coveting his dreams and had seen his dreams.

He fell into a big soft pillow, his black hair covered half of his face, and he looked like an immature child.

In the middle of the night, Ling Xiao came, standing beside the bed, silent.

And the dream god who came with him held up Chi Jiayan's dream.

The dream god held a glowing ball in his hand, and it kept flashing fragments of Chi Jiayan's dream.

Those fragments are false and real, and it takes concentration to distinguish them.

"Lord Lingxiao." Mengshen said, "What are you looking for?"

Ling Xiao said: "...I."

Dream God has always been taciturn.

Her multi-colored hair was radiant, and she had flapper-winged butterflies on her lashes when she closed her eyes.

Such an immortal character is in extreme contrast with the gloomy God of Death.

Hearing such a request, Mengshen just opened his mouth to subconsciously ask, but turned around and saw Death's indifferent eyes.

Even though he was also the god of this world, the Dream God couldn't help but tremble in his heart, feeling a little shocked.

With the rotation of the dream ball, Ling Xiao saw many things that he didn't know. He saw Chi Jiayan crying at a box of banknotes of different denominations, saw Chi Jiayan secretly following behind Yu Xiaoqiu, and saw Chi Jiayan blessing Yu Xiaoqiu again and again.

Of course, he also saw Chi Jiayan's lonely life.

His parents, who died suddenly, rejected his classmates and ignored his teachers forever.

The cousin who would bow his head and scold him deliberately from the teaching building, and those ghosts who were eyeing him on the road.

Chi Jiayan lives in the cracks, obviously has powerful abilities, like living like an ant who is struggling to survive.

More, Ling Xiao can see himself.

To be precise, a lot of what he saw was his future self.

The rainy road, the yelling of the driver, and the black cat.

The swimming pool under the sun, the near-death feeling of almost drowning, and the boulevard we walked together.

Gradually, these fragmentary pieces made Ling Xiao understand one thing. Every time he shuttled in the future, he was at the moment of Chi Jiayan's death, and Chi Jiayan was fully aware of all this. No wonder Chi Jiayan said that they had already returned last time.Agreed to take him with him.So from beginning to end, Chi Jiayan knew that he would die at the hands of the god of death.

Then why did Chi Jiayan still do this and try to get close to him? Ling Xiao didn't understand.

He thought he would never see the child again.