As soon as Chi Jiayan's voice fell on the stage, the people under the stage quarreled loudly and reacted violently.

Someone yelled at him: "Hey! Are you threatening us? It's a law-abiding society, can you still force the demolition? Is there any reason?"

Some people also said, "Where's your boss Zeng! You let him speak out! What does it look like to find a child with thin skin and tender meat? Did you get smashed by our bricks a few days ago?"

The local tyrant hid behind the assistant and Chi Jiayan, with Ling Xiao standing next to him, looking very cowardly.

Death is wearing a mask, and ordinary people can't see him at all.

He saw this mess, but he glanced at Chi Jiayan without saying a word, and the meaning in his eyes was unclear.

Chi Jiayan held the small trumpet in one hand and wiped the nosebleed with the other. He didn't make a fuss when the audience went on and on, and said lightly: "It's not a threat. We won't forcibly demolish it either. If you don't believe me, try it. But I advise you to take the compensation tube and leave. This city is so big, where can you live?"

A woman cried out, "We've lived here for most of our lives, and we can't fit anywhere! Where are we going to start again when we're all old? The lease is still ten years away, and it was only a piece of cake in the beginning. rent!"

This area was rented out 20 years ago. The currency at that time was not the same as today's, and the compensation according to the contract price was not enough for the tenants to start a new business in this city.

Chi Jiayan knew this, but smiled: "That's your business too. If you can't start over, just give up. Why should others think about you?"

As soon as the words fell, someone threw an egg, and it was about to hit Chi Jiayan in the face.

Seeing this scene, the god of death stretched out his hand and pulled Chi Jiayan to escape.

Chi Jiayan was not frightened at all, and his eyes swept down the stage, as if trying to find the culprit.

And Ling Xiao's brows were slightly wrinkled.

"Yan Ling." He pulled Chi Jiayan back, "You can't take this business."

The resentment is too heavy.

People who are shrouded in resentment all the year round will lose their life.

Chi Jiayan said, "It's okay brother, no one can hurt me."

At this moment, a boy in the crowd said loudly: "Don't reason with this person! This person is a monster! A devil! He doesn't need to threaten or demolish him at all. Those who have seen him will have bad luck!"

The boy looked about the same age as Chi Jiayan, his skin was quite white, he looked pretty good, and he was very gentle with glasses.

It is a pity that he is dressed in cheap goods, and his behavior is full of market atmosphere.

His words are clear, but he shrinks his head and hides behind the crowd.

Someone said, "Xiao He, do you know him?"

The boy didn't speak, for fear that he would be the target of public criticism.

But the god of death saw the strong death energy on the boy.

This person is no more than twenty-four hours away from death.

Is it a coincidence that the time of death is so close to the business Chi Jiayan received this time? He came from the future, and it stands to reason that he should be able to see the boy's death moment, but he scanned his mind with his spiritual sense, but it was blank.

Not only did he see this strange coincidence, but Ling Xiao naturally also saw it.

The two looked at each other, and Death shook his head.

The question...is it on the horoscope?

Chi Jiayan doesn't know about this change yet, or in other words, even if he knows, he will ignore it directly, and it won't change his wholeheartedly acting like a tiger.

Now, he has long known that people in the world are not so pitiful.

"He Kangcheng, come out." He narrowed his eyes, "I see you."

The people were a little quiet, and the boy named He Kangcheng had to come out.

"Chi Jiayan!" He Kangcheng said bravely, "Don't think that you have some demon power, you can do whatever you want, don't you think it's wicked to do this?"

"Well, I also think I'm immoral." Chi Jia said meaningfully, "especially when I once saved a villain like you. If I knew it earlier, I should have seen you beaten to death."

He Kang was speechless, his face was blue and white for a while.

When others saw this, how could they take the grudges between students like He Kangcheng seriously, and continued to quarrel.

Chi Jiayan finally said a few words after closing the coffin, handed the microphone to the assistant, clapped his hands and prepared to leave.

The local tyrant followed behind his ass and asked again and again: "That's it? Is this the end?"

Chi Jiayan said: "Yes. It's over."

The local tyrant was angry: "No—I said, it's too easy for you to do it. You want to charge me so much money, you have to reassure me, right? It's the high school student just now, the one with the surname He! The most stubborn One of the households has his family. His parents died early and his grandmother is a disabled person. The family receives the minimum living allowance and has poverty subsidies. I'm relieved to agree."

Chi Jiayan stood still in the sunlight, her skin showing the milky whiteness that belongs to young people.

His appearance is indeed eye-catching, but it is like a white rose with thorns. Anyone who tries to despise him will be stabbed until the blood will stop.

The local tyrant felt a shudder in his heart, and felt a coldness in the daytime.

Chi Jiayan didn't want to go.

He doesn't need to do more than that.

Ling Xiao said, "Go for a visit."

Chi Jiayan became docile again, and said obediently, "Okay. Brother, you can do whatever you want."

grim Reaper:"……"

He didn't want to go with them, and was invisible again, so he stayed where he was to contact Lu Cheng.

He wanted to see if He Kangcheng's death had something to do with Chi Jiayan, and obviously Ling Xiao thought so too.

Lu Cheng's voice was whirring in his consciousness, and he could faintly hear the soul-devouring beasts babbling. It seemed that he had a lot of work recently.

The loss of contact with the horoscope has caused the gods to have no instructions in this world, and can only follow the previous rules to take a step by step.

"Lord Lingxiao, wait a minute, I'll turn over the file." Lu Cheng muttered, "I'm so annoying, we all returned to the original state when the fate plate crashed, and now everything has to be handled manually, which is simply inefficient... What is it called? Isn't it Kang Cheng? Ah, I remember it, it seems like the one who bullied us Jiajia some time ago."

Lu Cheng and Chi Jiayan occasionally have contact.

Chi Jiayan has no friends, so even Lu Cheng cherishes the opportunity to get along.

It's a pity that in Lu Cheng's eyes, even if he has the special relationship of Yan Ling, he is just a short-lived human being with a short lifespan. In addition, the god of death has not appeared around this Yan Ling for several years, so his freshness is just Faded, gone less. However, he still understood.

The god of death did not speak, and Lu Cheng could speak for a day by himself.

He was used to putting up with this kind of noise.

"This kind of person is finally going to die. He deserves it..." Lu Cheng said to himself, flipping through the file, "Last time I saw us Jiajia with a bruised nose and a swollen face, crying alone on the way home in the heavy rain. God, tsk tsk , revenge for kindness, who the heavens spared... The majority of human beings are really not good things. I said, Lord Lingxiao, why did you suddenly think of asking this person, no, you are going to see Jiajia now?"

The God of Death gave a "hmm", rather coldly.

"Eh? I thought you two lost contact. Didn't you leave a breakup token, why did you come back..."

"Lu Cheng," Death said coldly, "don't talk nonsense."

Lu Chengren was not in front of the god of death, so he became more courageous and said confidently: "What nonsense! That mask! You gave him all the broken masks! He draws pictures on the mask, and I still accompany him with the paint. to buy it!"

Death felt a pain in the brain.

Did the old self threw away the mask as trash, but the boy picked it up?

This is really...there are loopholes in everything!

Such an ignorant and weak person, is he really another self?

Death can't believe it.

"Have you turned it over yet?" He pressed his temple, interrupting Lu Cheng's madness.

Lu Cheng was finally quiet for dozens of seconds before he said, "Well, it's over. This He Kangcheng is 19 years old this year, um...he committed suicide by jumping off a building. The time is today. It seems that we will meet in a while, Lord Lingxiao. "

The god of death was not interested in discussing this with Lu Cheng, and cut off the communication in the consciousness directly and mercilessly.

He followed Chi Jiayan and the others following his breath, but saw a dream-like scene from a distance.

The self on this timeline, Ling Xiao, actually carried that word spirit on his back.

It has never happened for thousands of years to personally carry a human on the back of a large crowd!

Seeing him coming, Ling Xiao looked indifferent: "How is it?"

The local tyrant and the assistant thought he was talking to Chi Jiayan, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chi, we don't know about your injury. Seeing how bad your face is, we thought it was because your skin was originally white. Fortunately, there is. Your brother is here, so it didn't delay things."

They walked fast in a hurry, and their concern was fake, and they walked over the corner of the stairs first in a blink of an eye.

The God of Death gave Ling Xiao a cold look, but did not speak.

He found himself always reticent in the face of the other self.

In human terms, it's really a mouthful.

Chi Jiayan's face was pressed against the back of Lingxiao's neck, and the coolness brought by the touch of his skin made him feel very comfortable in the hot weather. As if he couldn't see the dissatisfaction of the god of death, he wrapped his arms around Ling Xiao's neck innocently, as if he was afraid of falling off.

And Ling Xiao didn't notice that the posture was too intimate, holding Chi Jiayan in his big hands, very serious.

"I lost a lot of blood a few days ago, and I suddenly felt dizzy and asked my brother to carry me." Chi Jiayan explained to Death God softly.

The heat of his speech was against Ling Xiao's earlobe.

Death noticed that his pale lips turned out to be diamond-shaped and even had a lip bead.

"Brother, you are so kind." Chi Jiayan revealed Li Wu, "no matter which brother you are, you are very good. You will protect me and love me. I haven't felt this feeling for a long time... The last time I was carried on my back. When I was very young, only my dad did this. Now it feels like I’m back in my childhood, which is great.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Xiao's earlobes quickly turned red.

The sharp numbness caused by the heat that was revealed during the speech seemed to pass through another self, Lingxiao, and spread to him. The god of death had never experienced this kind of feeling before, the slow-beating heart, which was almost still, shook gently.

Ling Xiao, who had the same feeling, also stopped.

He lowered his eyelashes, as if watching the road carefully to prevent a fall.

"Come down." Death's tone suddenly dropped to freezing point, "Come down immediately."

He looked at Chi Jiayan with no emotion in his eyes.

The cold air quickly spread between the corridors.