Severe pain rushed to the nerves of Death's head in waves.

Because he touched Chi Jiayan's fingertips, all the drastic changes in the five-year long river came to his mind in an instant.

There is so much information to digest and receive.

Chi Jiayan's face completely lost its blood color, death was close at hand, and blood was pouring out continuously.

Almost subconsciously, the god of death reached out and covered Chi Jiayan's artery.

He didn't want Chi Jiayan to die.

Now he is the god of death and also Ling Xiao.

Although no matter which one, they are just themselves in different time and space. Those two completely different concepts and thoughts, however, seemed to have independent vitality, and exploded in the brain like a spark hitting the earth.

The surrounding scene is swirling away.

In a trance, Death seemed to see a black-robed man standing across the street.

That is another self.

In the same time and space, two mausoleums.

One said: "This was wrong, you shouldn't make such a low-level mistake. Let it go now and everything will be back on track!"

Another said: "He doesn't deserve to die. Don't you understand? No matter what happens in the future, he deserves his life!"

The two Lingxiao said at the same time, "Don't forget that you are the god of death!"

- You are the god who rules life in this world, and you have the power to decide life and death.

You should let him die, that's the responsibility.

You can also let him live as long as you want.

Chi Jiayan has completely fallen into a coma.

Blindingly red with too much blood.

He is eighteen years old this year, with snow-white skin and bright facial features.

If he died at this time, then the god of death was almost equivalent to watching his life.

Grim Reaper has never seen anyone's life.

Under the severe pain, the God of Death suddenly knelt on the ground, the blue wind roared into the air, and a wolf howl resounded through the sky.

In a few seconds, Chi Jiayan's soul will be transformed into a spirit bead and fall into the natal chart.

There was no time to hesitate any more, just for a moment, the idea of ​​​​that Death should return to the right track loosened, and another Lingxiao instantly appeared in front of them and hugged Chi Jiayan.

Immediately afterwards, the still world around him was pressed the play button immediately, and it became noisy again.

"Save people! Call the ambulance!" the dog chaser shouted.

The fruit stall owner rushed into the store and took out a towel, helping to press Chi Jiayan's wound: "Hold it down! Stop the bleeding first!"

The worker who installed the glass was so frightened that he couldn't say a word. Such a tall and reckless man had to dial the emergency number several times before calling out.

No one noticed that there was an identical black-robed man at the scene.

One of them said coldly, "He won't die."

The other looked at the person in the other's arms and said nothing.

Chi Jiayan was rescued in time, but fortunately, he just lost too much blood, and after the wound was sutured, there was no serious problem.

The doctor said that he is usually in good health, and that he is young and will be fine.

There were two gods of death in the ward all of a sudden, and even in summer, people shivered from the cold. The nurse thought that the air conditioner was broken, so she quickly turned off the air conditioner, and by the way, she looked curiously at these two handsome men who were extremely indifferent: "Are you twins?"

Death gave her a cold look.

Ling Xiao also nodded perfunctorily and didn't speak again.

The nurse blushed and walked away.

The people on the hospital bed slept very peacefully, not at all like they had experienced the pain of life and death, and even the corners of their lips were slightly raised, as if they had a sweet dream.

Chi Jiayan has an exquisite mind, so many years are enough for him to figure things out.

Therefore, when he was on the side of the road just now, Chi Jiayan asked to see the face of Death.

What he said was a bit like a friend, but in fact he was referring to the other self of the god of death.

"How did you come?" Death asked with no emotion. He had already acquired another memory of himself. He remembered that after he rescued Chi Jiayan in the basement, he never went to see Chi Jiayan again. .

Moreover, the past self did not know Chi Jiayan's third perfect moment of death, nor did he know what was so special about this day. Could it be a coincidence that this time appeared?

"Today is his eighteenth birthday, I just stopped by to have a look." Ling Xiao replied in the same voice.

"Are you already so weak?" Death's gaze was like a cold blade, "Not only did the mask shatter, it was even emotional."

"I don't want him to die." Ling Xiao also looked at him.

"Everyone will die sooner or later."

"That will have to wait until he is old!"

"He won't live by that time, he's doomed to die early."

"Then I'll keep him alive."

"Fate has never set such a precedent!"

"Then open it for me once!"

"Do you still want to return to our world?! Do you want to be a god of death all your life?"

"You are me, you say! Do you want to?! Do you still want to be a god of death?"

If someone didn't see what's going on in the house, just by listening to the sound, they would definitely think that it was a neuropathy that was asking and answering their own questions.

Both of them fell silent, Ling Xiao sighed: "Forget it, you are me, I am you, how can I expect you to be more thorough than I am now."

How familiar is this sentence!

It was the second moment of Chi Jiayan's death-the conversation between the god of death and his future self at his thirteen-year-old home.

Everything is like a ring, in an infinite loop.

Before the god of death could speak, Ling Xiao said again: "What happened in the future? What's so special about him? Why do you want to come back again and again?"

Death paused for a while, then shook his head helplessly: "Since I can't change, I can't tell you the future."

While speaking, Chi Jiayan opened his eyes.

"Brother?" He slowly focused his eyes, but no matter how he looked at it, there were two Ling Xiaos.

The two Ling Xiao looked back at him together.

"Am I dead?" Chi Jiayan closed his eyes again, "Am I dreaming?"

Ling Xiao took a step forward, reached out and stroked his forehead: "I'm not dreaming. If you have something to say, I'll talk about it, and rest now."

"How could it not be a dream?" Chi Jiayan was still very weak, and murmured, "I haven't been able to find you for five years. If you don't come, you won't come. When you come, there will be two of you. God won't suddenly do this. Ok……"

"Yan Ling. Shut up." Ling Xiao was still so stern, he didn't even call his name properly.

Chi Jiayan smiled slightly, revealing the pear vortex.

This pale and weak appearance makes people feel extremely seductive and unbelievably well-behaved.

"I don't dare to sleep. What if I fall asleep and you leave. Twice you have left while I was asleep."

Ling Xiao frowned: "Where did you come from twice?"

He remembered that he had rescued Yan Ling from the basement and walked once.

Death knows that there are two times.

Another time, Chi Jiayan was pinched unconscious by his future self.

"...Sleep." Death stood far away and didn't come over. "Otherwise, I'll take you away."

He just feels a pain in his head now.

"Oh."

Chi Jiayan responded and rubbed on the pillow like a cat, only showing a section of jet-black hair outside the quilt.

It was not the first time for the god of death that the two of themselves stood in the room like looking into a mirror.

Fortunately, this time they didn't fight with each other, and they didn't have to grab someone from the other side, but they still felt a little weird.

Cang Feng was a little happy.

They transform into wolves - otherwise the ward can't hold them, and they have a lot of fun with the other self.

Although Blue Wind was a divine beast, it was a calm and self-sufficient death god after all, and they also needed to play with their peers to release their excess energy.

In the past, when the god of death was not working, he would also wander around the world, occasionally drinking a few glasses of wine and watching a few scenes. It's a pity that he loves clean very much, despises most of the human beings as dirty, has never made friends, and has always been a loner. Blue Wind, on the other hand, turned into a young wolf, and interacted with many dogs, such as wolves, dogs, and foxes, who did not know the truth.

In the end the beast still has to play with the beast.

Looking at the two Cang Feng childishly chasing each other and biting their tails at their feet, the god of death tried to open the natal chart from his consciousness.

He made a mistake and had to seek directions to know what to do next.

The strange thing is that there is no news of the fate plate, and there is nothing in the consciousness.

Shouldn't it be... a dead machine?

"Can you still contact the horoscope?" Death asked.

Ling Xiao also searched in his consciousness. After a while, he shook his head solemnly: "No."

The zodiac seems to have disappeared.

Death raised his wrist, but luckily the time-jump watch continued to turn, which meant that everything was business as usual.

He didn't think any more.

After all, fatal crash has happened several times.

The complicated affairs of these two worlds are far beyond imagination, and the heavy load makes this high-dimensional No. 1 artifact unbearable.

"How could this be?" Ling Xiao thought aloud.

"I don't know, now I just have to wait and see what happens." Death also subconsciously replied, "If you don't stop me from doing things, it won't be like this."

"If you didn't hesitate and didn't want to save him, I couldn't find a chance to stop you." Ling Xiao said, "You gave me this opportunity."

Death couldn't resist.

Not only did they look the same, they even thought the same, and they spoke as logically as if they were dialogue in their heads.

Strictly speaking, it is impossible for two identical leaves to appear in the world.

Therefore, it is a paradox that two Lingxiao appear and coexist at the same time.

The god of death knew that he couldn't stay too long, otherwise he would merge with himself in this time and space and never return to the future.

But there is no horoscope, as he said, he can only wait and see what happens.