Chunnan City is bustling and bustling at night.

A tall black figure appeared in the crowd waiting to cross the road at one end of the zebra crossing.

Some people looked at him in surprise, and some people were whispering excitedly about his appearance.

"Oh my god...isn't it a star..."

"It's a supermodel... I'm really tall, I really want a phone..."

At first, the god of death didn't realize that they were discussing himself. He was used to being invisible in this world, watching the joys, sorrows and sorrows of human beings behind the mask.

He saw his icy face in the reflection of the glass of the vehicle waiting for the red light on the stop line-the pale mask that had been worn on his face all the year round was gone, so these humans were able to see his true face, This finger points.

He jumped back to this time node to make sure he was wearing a mask, so what's going on?

The green light was on, and all the cars that were about to move were dispatched, but the sound of sudden braking was one after another. It seemed that there was a strange aura that caused the chaos of death.

Death frowned.

He took out his mask subconsciously as he walked quickly across the block with his long legs.

But the supposedly pale mask turned into a work of art with exaggerated graffiti?

...

"That mask! You gave him all the broken masks! He painted on the mask, and I bought the paint with him!" Lu Cheng's noisy voice was still in his ears.

...

This is obviously from Chi Jiayan's handwriting.

The god of death stopped and looked carefully, and sure enough, he could identify the tiny crack under the thick paint, and he could see how much the young man was racking his brains to cover up this flaw. It's just a pity that he didn't know that no matter how well it was covered up, this mask would be useless after all.

Why, the mask belonging to Lingxiao, no!

He is Ling Xiao, and Ling Xiao is him.

Reaper rearranged his thoughts, why...the mask belonging to Ling Xiao, who was so weak that he wanted to strike, suddenly appeared on himself?

Where did your own intact mask go?

A possibility came to his mind.

Walking to the secluded place, he summoned Blue Wind and hurried to Chi Jiayan's house.

"Brother Lingxiao!"

In the dark of night, the boy sitting on the rocking chair in the center of the yard playing with the cat heard the door open and turned back and smiled at him.

The warm yellow light hit the boy's face, making his face soft and gentle, and his smile gentle and clear, making people feel a little warm in the heart.

Death stood by the fence with a grim expression.

Chi Jiayan seemed to realize that he was a little unfamiliar, and his heart thumped for no reason, and then stammered a little: "You're back."

The god of death restrained his aura a little and asked directly, "What about him?"

"She?" A confused look appeared on Chi Jiayan's face, and then he regained his senses, biting his lower lip a little reproachfully, "I no longer control the teacher... She will not come again... Although I am bad , but it's still a matter of words. I'm also slowly correcting it."

Obviously, they are not talking about the same person.

Seeing that he was still cold, Chi Jiayan turned around and put Xiao Hei down gently, and said something softly.

Then he pulled a pair of aqua blue sandals and walked towards the god of death, his tone was a little flattering and well-behaved: "I promised you last time, so I will never make the same mistake again. I have a meal. , um... it's not instant noodles, I made it myself. It's not too bad, I think if I work hard, maybe I can be a chef. Do you want to eat it?"

Death was thinking, what did he promise?

What other requirements did he make to Chi Jiayan?

Death is more and more sure of his own thoughts.

His time and space jumps are often based on the nodes of a certain event, such as the moment of death, this time he also selected the event node, but it seems that something went wrong.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, frowning.

Sure enough, there was a one-month error in his time-space jump.

Now that it's been a month since the forced demolition attempt, it's no wonder that everything feels a little different.

In front of Chi Jiayan's body, most of the uncomfortable viciousness and viciousness disappeared, and his frown and smile were quite simple, which made death not used to it.

"Are you tired today?" Chi Jiayan raised his head slightly to look at him with water in his eyes, "Is it because of a lot of work? Things have been happening frequently recently, and I feel that the abnormal mortality rate seems to have changed. High, you are very busy."

"Let's go in." Death put down his hand and said lightly.

"Hmm!" Chi Jiayan nodded.

As soon as the two entered the door, Chi Jiayan dug out another pair of aqua blue slippers from the shoe cabinet, but the size was longer, and it seemed that someone often wore them.

The god of death changed his shoes and took off his robe—and he was picked up by Chi Jiayan and hung up.

This situation is not ambiguous, it's just... too skilled.

As if it had happened so many times so skillfully.

"Cang Feng!" Chi Jiayan tugged at the hem of his robe, "Cang Feng, come out quickly, let's eat."

The golden beast totem did not respond.

Or rather, it's also a bit confusing.

"Cangfeng, why didn't you come out today?" Chi Jiayan shook his clothes helplessly, "Are you tired too? I prepared a lot of canned food for you... Beef-flavored, cod-flavored, and more It tastes like chicken. I just finished brushing my cat, and I really want to masturbate a dog... If you have a cat, you can do anything with a dog.”

The totem pretending to be dead, as a dignified giant wolf, was suddenly said to be a dog, and it let out an angry growl, whining, quite terrifying.

Chi Jiayan was not afraid at all, and touched it with a smile to comfort him.

Blue Wind was very displeased and died.

The god of death was looking at the room - except for the two of them, there was no trace of anyone else's existence.

"Try the yogurt I made for the first time today." Chi Jiayan handed over a glass bowl, "It's with fruit. Brother, would you like something sweeter."

Death does not like sweets.

The sweetness is delightful, satisfying, and lazy.

A god like him who needs to maintain a high degree of self-discipline at all times, in order to carry out the word indifference to the end, he rarely eats sweets.

However, maybe his mood had changed, or maybe the eyes in front of him were too full of expectations, so he casually took it and walked to the photo wall.

As the god of death, Rao is fearless and unafraid, and he feels unbelievable and mysterious when he sees the photos.

The group photo the three of them took in this room before is still hanging on the wall, but there are only two people left in the photo: one is Chi Jiayan who smiled and said "yes", the other One is the cold self.

Although he didn't know which one of himself was left in the picture, it was undeniable that one of him disappeared.

No, to be precise, considering the current situation, he and the other self have become one.

There can be no two identical leaves in the world.

Therefore, his mask was replaced by the mask of this time period, and he disappeared in the photo. There is only one Lingxiao in the current world.

It is a paradox to have two selves at the same time. He also knew that this day would come sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be this time period-after he just made a time-space jump, the error in time caused him to lose this month's time. memory.

Those memories may not know when, through some kind of energy medium, came to his mind.

Of course, this time, it is impossible for Chi Jiayan to experience the energy of passing memories in an instant of death, otherwise it would be meaningless for him to make this choice.

He made a choice, and time responded.

"Jiajia," he said, "come here."

Chi Jiayan was amused enough by Blue Wind, so he obediently came to him: "Brother, what's the matter?"

Death stretched out his hand and caressed Chi Jiayan's neck unceremoniously.

Not long ago he touched a more slender neck, that time for killing, this time for... a completely different purpose.

He checked carefully above the skin of Chi Jiayan's neck near the ear, where there was a light pink scar, not too big, but a little obvious.

Chi Jiayan's neck is slender and fair, like fine china, it's a pity to have this flaw.

"Does it still hurt?" Death asked.

He remembered that the child always said that he was dizzy, fearing that the wound pierced by the glass had not healed well. Now that the wound has been healed with his own eyes, the god of death is relieved.

Because of being stroked by Death's cool palm, Chi Jiayan's ears turned red, but he didn't dodge, just tilted his head slightly: "It's gone for a long time. Brother...you asked me a few days ago. ."

"Well, ask again." Death let go of him, "Why don't you sleep so late?"

Chi Jiayan said, "I can't sleep if you don't come back."

I always felt that it was too intimate, and Death couldn't accept this sentence.

Fortunately, he has always been used to being cold, and Chi Jiayan didn't notice anything unusual, and just stood there stupidly, as if waiting for something.

Or rather, waiting for death to do something to him.

Death was a little puzzled.

"By the way, I've already thought about it." Chi Jiayan suddenly approached, "That thing... I'm willing."

Chi Jiayan seems to have just taken a shower.

There was a faint scent of shower gel on his body, like a dessert waiting to be tasted.

They almost touched the tip of their nose, and there was only a palm's distance between their lips.

Death bowed his head just a little, you can grab the lip of that Zhanghong.

So ...... another himself, in the end what have done in this month?

If you refer to is the kind of thing ...... do not think the animals too fast?

Looking at the painting shy teenager with a timid look to make death a moment of relax, the more they rely on the more recent, have felt for each other breathing, rapid heartbeat hear each other.

Sweet smell in close proximity, the face of death but suddenly had a flashback.

It was a place in the house picture.

A black pool of his own and sat on the sofa GREENVILLE, GREENVILLE pool barefoot, dressed in a navy blue pajamas, hair supple ear close to the cheek, suddenly came over and kissed his face, his face burst Red.

But then that is pro-death feeling unimpressed.

It was another pro himself, and in front of this young pro-ready is the same one, is that Ling Xiao, not before leaving also prepared to kill his Ling Xiao.

After the flashback, do not know why he suddenly opened for some distance, and did not really kiss lips teenager.

"What is it you wish?" He asked connect topic.

GREENVILLE pool suddenly thrust open their eyes, the face still red.

Apparently he had also thought he would get a kiss, he is even ready to kiss, Xiunao not difficult to see the kind of distress and tried to get into the crevices.

But why look too cold in front of this man, so that just seems ambiguous sudden but an illusion. .

"Ah?" Bite Yaochun pool GREENVILLE, "Oh ...... that thing is to wash the soul of the pool."

"Wash the soul pool?!" Death face changed.

Wash the soul of the pool, is a host to exist in the underworld.

This world is too big, it will inevitably encounter pregnant abilities of the soul, they are often difficult to tame after death, ability is engraved in the soul, and will not disappear with the passage of life. So if not eliminate differences can meet the soul, the soul will be washed into the pool, washed soul abnormal, resettling chart.

That pain, even the dull pain of soul to bear.

Not to mention pool GREENVILLE footer to land of the living.

Pool GREENVILLE nodded: "I am not afraid of a little pain, I still could not help myself, where every time there is dissatisfaction, always want to vent through spiritual power as long as the pool to wash the soul really eliminate my ability, and that the price point is... worth it so you will not have to worry about my brother every day I go crooked road. "

"You know how to wash the soul of the pool." Death tone sank, changed the saying, "Who told you to go?"

GREENVILLE pool puzzled look at him.

A long while, he knew something. His mouth Zhang Zhang, repeated several times after the tone relaxed and said:. "You're not ...... that you are not a Xiao Ling"

Then, he lowered his eyes, self-deprecating smile: "No wonder I always feel that you do not like today you wrong, Cang wind wrong.."

Death in the eyes colder.

This time it touches the pool GREENVILLE can distinguish them.

GREENVILLE pool has become unreasonable, he disguised are relieved, but also face a change, to death in the hands of a bowl of yogurt rush back: "I'm sorry, this is not done for you to eat."

"This is only one of Xiao Ling." Death mercilessly pointed out.

GREENVILLE incredible pool Zhengzhu, suddenly down his eyes to look at pictures on the wall.

The blood on his face disappeared in an instant.

"Give it back to me." He murmured, then turned his head and turned his eyes towards Death, "Give me back that Ling Xiao!"

"I'm here." Death said calmly.

Chi Jiayan looked at him angrily: "It's not you! I don't want you, I want another Lingxiao, I want to promise that I want to accompany my Lingxiao! I don't want you!"

At this time, his appearance had completely faded away, and the feeling of softness and thorns came back.

In other words, his preparations to return to the right path were simply for another Ling Xiao to see.

This is the real him, a cute and cruel little beast.

This sentence of "I don't want you" made death intolerable.

He didn't expect that one day he would be able to be provoked by a human being named "Binu".

He has just undergone a great change, and he has merged with himself on this timeline, cutting off all retreats that can return to the future, but he did not expect to be disliked by this initiator.

What good is that cowardly self? !

"I'd rather you go back to the past and really kill me, than come as soon as you say it, leave as soon as you say it, and end me at any time!" Chi Jiayan's voice was shaking, "Why did you come back... you Why replace him..."

Death turned and left.

As soon as his hand touched the doorknob, he heard a suppressed sob from behind.

He turned his head and saw Chi Jiayan's eyes were flushed, and tears fell down like broken beads. He was really sad and desperate.

The god of death was quickly stirred up by another emotion.

Perhaps in the near future, all emotions and six desires will gradually be angered by this little culprit.

Chi Jiayan's tears were halfway down, and he was suddenly pushed against the wall by the returning god of death.

Before he could react, that frosty kiss fell domineeringly.

"Well"

The author has something to say: After kissing, can anything be far behind?