In the dark living room, the white body was dazzling.

I don't know if it was because of the sudden power outage that the bath towel was not found. As a boy, Chi Jiayan didn't feel ashamed to expose his body to another man.

He said this generously, and then there was no more text.

Death took off his black robe and wrapped it around him: "Come here."

The black robe was of indescribable texture, cold and smooth, like fine silk but very heavy and heavy.

Chi Jiayan remembered that he had washed such a piece by hand when he was young.

It couldn't get wet at first, and then it couldn't be wrung out again, which was very laborious.

It is not warm to be wrapped in such a piece of clothing, and at best it can play a role in covering the body.

But when Chi Jiayan approached, he made Death feel the heat radiating from him.

Chi Jiayan's face was calm, but his face was like a steamed bun that was secretly steamed. He was hot and hot, but it was silent in the dark night.

Reaper didn't know it was an act called seduction.

He only felt a trace of strangeness running through his heart.

The two sat on the large and soft sofa, and the god of death raised a flame in his palm, and the light illuminated a corner of the living room.

At the same time, Chi Jiayan's dark and round eyes also appeared in the firelight.

"Look down, let me see." Death said.

"Oh..." Chi Jiayan bit his lip halfway, and the moment the two eyes collided, he hurriedly looked away, as if he was annoyed for something.

The wound on the neck was sutured, and the wound was not too deep and did not touch the water.

Grim Reaper took off the waterproof sticker, and found gauze to wrap it again for him.

Chi Jiayan couldn't help shivering when the cold fingertips touched the warm skin, and the tips of his ears were also dyed a layer of crimson at a very fast speed: "It's so cold."

The God of Death calmed down a little: "Okay."

"Brother." Chi Jiayan asked suddenly, "Have you ever been in love?"

Death was stunned and said, "It shouldn't be."

"Why should... not?" Chi Jiayan looked back at him, "Are you not sure?"

The God of Death has lived for too long, and has long forgotten what happened thousands of years ago, but he can confirm what happened in the past 100 years: "That's not it. What's the matter?"

"I've never been in love." Chi Jiayan whispered, "Actually, I didn't regret anything when I was dying, it was just this."

Death: "...You are still young."

"I'm not too young!" Chi Jiayan said, "I'm all grown up! If it wasn't for Yan Ling, I would have—"

Having said that, the conversation stopped abruptly.

If it weren't for the fact that Yan Ling was born to bring disaster to those close to him, he would have had an ignorant and youthful first love long ago.

But he knew that was impossible.

"I'm curious, what does it feel like to be in love?" Chi Jiayan said again, "What does it feel like to kiss, and... what does it feel like."

Even if he was sitting, the god of death was a bit taller than Chi Jiayan.

He looked down at Chi Jiayan condescendingly, without any disturbance in his heart.

He doesn't quite understand why human beings have such throbbing, nor why human beings have primitive desires from their hearts.

In the old days, the god of death always thought that human sexual behavior was for reproduction, and later thought that something called "love" between men and women was at work. Later, in modern times, society has opened up, and many human beings with hidden attributes have gradually changed. You have to be bold, and the god of death knows that this kind of affection can also arise between the same sex.

So he really couldn't answer this question.

He only knows that love makes people vulnerable, incapable, mad and lost.

Not a good thing anyway.

Death: "...I'm not curious, nor interested."

Chi Jiayan smiled, and the pear vortex was looming: "I have someone I like, and I have liked them for many, many years, so I am curious and regret it. I know why you are not interested, you probably haven't met someone who likes them yet. People. Brother, you are all without desires, right?"

The scene of the pale mask cracking a gap appeared in Death God's mind.

Death's eyes turned cold, and he stopped talking about this topic: "You eat first. Are there any candles?"

Discovering his disgust, Chi Jiayan said in a muffled voice after a while, "Yes. Brother, wait a minute."

At night, when Death looked at the rain curtain outside the window and fell asleep, he hadn't been so relaxed for a long time.

Things on this timeline will naturally have another person to deal with, and the loss of contact with the horoscope seems to give him a chance to breathe. He doesn't need to worry about anything in this timeline for the time being, it's as relaxed as a long vacation.

Strangely, he actually had a dream.

Death dreamed of when he was young.

Fate stroked his face and said lovingly to him: "Lingxiao, you are the chosen one, destined to extradite the soul of another world."

"I'm afraid." Little Death said.

"Don't be afraid." Destiny leaned down, and the white robes covered the entire steps and melted into one with the snow.

The holy artifact and the new gods lined up in a long queue, everyone dressed in god clothes.

The god of dreams is dressed in colorful robes, the god of love is a pink robe, and the god of fertility is a holy robe woven from green leaves.

Only he got a black robe, which was incompatible with everyone.

"As long as you have no desires or desires, neither sorrow nor joy, you are not afraid." Fate put a white mask on both hands, "You have a solid mask and black robe to protect you, all evil will not enter your body, and nothing will be hurt. you."

The god of death took the mask, and out of nowhere came another black wolf pup, circling around him.

"Can I come back?" he asked, looking up.

The expression on Destiny's face is still compassionate: "Until the two worlds reach a balance, we can't."

"How long until then?" he asked again and again.

"If you don't have any distractions, the day will come soon." Fate said, "You will always come back."

Death was awakened by the noise outside the window.

Blue Wind ran out at some point, transformed into a wolf cub and walked anxiously in front of the glass window.

Seeing that the god of death woke up with a bad face, it made a small whimper, which sounded like a spoiled child.

The God of Death thought that it was Xiao Hei who made Blue Wind angry again.

But as soon as he glanced out the window, his face sank.

The sky was bright and the rain had stopped long ago, leaving only the yard full of fallen leaves and scattered flowers and plants.

Some unknown ghosts came from somewhere, shaking and cleaning.

The god of death took the blue wind through the glass, and the ghosts all dropped their tools and brooms and fell to their knees.

"Sir, spare your life!" they shouted, each shaking harder than the other.

One of the ghosts was an old man who died probably in his sixtieth year. He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, and he looked a little virtuous, but he was among them.

Blue Wind suddenly grew bigger, and it opened its mouth to grab a ghost and swallowed it in one gulp.

The others screamed in terror.

Grim Reaper hasn't slept for many years, and when he wakes up, he can't help but get up and looks even more terrifying: "Course death?"

The old man trembled and said, "No, my lord, Mingjian, it was that Yan Ling who forced us."

Another ghost also echoed: "Yes, yes, please forgive me!"

In the blink of an eye, Blue Wind swallowed another one.

"What's the matter?" Death said with a cold face.

"You don't know, that speech spirit is terrifying." The ghosts were chattering, "He just walked around the street and talked about it, forcing many ghosts to come back and do things for him. The swimming pool at the back of the house is what we repaired. Yes, cleaning is nothing, we have to wash his clothes!"

"What's more perverted is that he is always on call. He figured out that we are afraid of him, and forced us to chat with him!"

"It's a whole day to talk about it, I've died of thirst in my last life!"

"Yes, yes, in addition to sending us to work, he speaks to him and chats."

"Anyone who doesn't listen to him will be let loose!"

"Last time I ran away secretly, this word spirit made me wrestle on the ground, and I lost my teeth!"

While talking, Chi Jiayan's figure sounded not far away: "Brother, come quickly, I have something to ask you."

"Get out of here." Death said.

He walked over and saw Chi Jiayan holding a painting.

"Brother, did I draw this when I was a child?" Chi Jiayan asked blushing, "Why is it in your black dress?"