After sorting out all the spirit beads of the dead souls at the accident scene in Qiufeng City, the Grim Reaper went to the scene of the explosion in a square in Dongrong City.

The adjustment of the horoscope seems blunt and simple and crude. Some people have released gossip and started to spread doomsday speeches, saying that God is about to destroy the world, which almost made Lu Cheng laugh to death.

But after laughing, he still sees the situation very clearly. Regarding the fact that the future has been changed, the only person who knows apart from him, Death, and Chi Jiayan is fate. The other gods in charge did not know that all these sudden events were related to the time-space jump performed by the death god.

On the seventh day, after traveling to and from more than a dozen big cities and dozens of small cities day and night, everything calmed down a little.

Death can finally catch his breath.

Before leaving, Lu Cheng said, "That...it's a little inconvenient for your mask to be damaged. Do you need me to ask fate to make one for you?"

"No." Death said coldly.

At the moment they are standing at the scene of the bus crash, and because of the lack of mask cover, Death usually stands in dark and unobtrusive corners when he works.

That mask is not just a stealth prop like Lu Cheng imagined, so to speak - it is actually the human imprisonment of the god of death, it is unique, how could there be a second substitute?

Even though he had been with the god of death for hundreds of years, Lu Cheng still shrank his neck in fright.

He thought he was meddling with his own business, so he had no choice but to find something to say: "Okay. Then I'll go first, you can go back to accompany Jiajia too."

This is the first time they have talked about Chi Jiayan in a few days.

"Accompany?" Death was puzzled. He originally planned to return to Hades to rest, "Why do you want to accompany?"

Lu Cheng raised his head in surprise, and then his expression became... a little complicated.

"Humans like someone... they all need that person's company." Lu Cheng instructed his boss, who has been single for thousands of years, with difficulty. "Otherwise, they will feel very insecure, they will not feel love, and they will be very sad."

"There is such a thing?" Death frowned.

Such a thing seems to be unheard of in Eros.

The god of death once saw the god of love sow the seeds of love, planted the seedlings of love in the hearts of certain destined people, and established their relationship with each other through the matter of bedding; there are also human beings that the god of love has not taken care of, and they will grow the seeds of love by themselves. , can also produce a feeling called "love".

Does love still need company?

"I said, Lord Lingxiao." Lu Cheng's face was full of uncontrollable disbelief, "Don't you think...you haven't thought about contacting him for so long, right?"

"Hmm." The God of Death has quickly summoned Blue Wind.

The God of Death did not think about contacting Chi Jiayan.

This kind of behavior will make Chi Jiayan sad?

...

Humans are really troublesome creatures.

"Don't you even think about him?" Lu Cheng continued to ask incredulously.

"Hmm." Death was expressionless.

Actually he thought.

I don't know if it's because of being one with myself in this timeline, the child's voice, appearance, and even the aroma of yogurt scattered on the floor that night, all suddenly popped out at an unexpected moment.

Perhaps, it was when the god of death choked the neck of the disobedient soul trying to escape with one hand; perhaps, it was when the god of death looked coldly at the undead cry; About Chi Jiayan's different age groups.

The most exaggerated thing is that he came across a couple who were still kissing after their death.

He immediately remembered the taste of Chi Jiayan's lips.

Soft and sweet, I've only tasted it once, as if I've been poisoned with some kind of ticklish poison, can't help it.

I really want to hold that person down again.

He felt that this was a combination of the weak and incompetent Ling Xiao. They merged into one, and their thoughts were influencing each other, so he consciously controlled it.

"Ah?" Lu Cheng was stunned, "You really don't want to?"

The god of death turned and left without turning his head. Lu Cheng was speechless. He didn't believe that the god of death didn't like Chi Jiayan.

Even before the two gods of death hadn't merged, he could see the difference from the way they looked at Chi Jiayan. Let me ask, which human being can get the tenderness in the eyes of death?

But when the god of death faces the person he likes, he can not miss it... God, is this the case as long as he becomes the god of death?

Will you really not feel the fun of the world?

All of a sudden, he started to feel very unwilling to succeed again.

Death descended on the door of a cake shop somewhere in Chunnan City.

For some reason, some images of this cake shop appeared in his mind, and he naturally came to the door of the shop.

The position of the window seemed to be where Chi Jiayan had sat, and the image flashed back in his mind in which he was sitting on the high stool and beckoning to him, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and there were two small dimples on both sides of his cheeks.

The smile was as sweet as someone who had been waiting for a long time finally came, which made Death feel a sudden warmth in his heart.

"Mr. Ling, long time no see!" The young female clerk greeted him enthusiastically - she thought this tall man was surnamed Ling.

It seems that he has come with Chi Jiayan once.

Chi Jiayan always called him "Brother Lingxiao".

Death sighed in his heart, not knowing when he would be able to fully integrate the memories of the past month.

"Yeah." Death agreed coldly.

As soon as he entered the store, he attracted the attention of most customers.

First of all, he was indeed too tall, with a height of about one meter ninety-nine, which made the store that was not very big look cramped.

It's because his appearance and the noble and cold temperament on his body are too out of place here.

"Are you still buying chocolate brownies today?" the female clerk asked politely as she opened the cabinet.

"Hmm." Death doesn't really remember the species.

"There is the last one." The female clerk smiled. "You are lucky. Every time you come, you can find it and it is still sold out. That cute little handsome guy seems to like this one very much."

Death was not good at chatting, and he didn't mean to talk to him.

Fortunately, the female clerk seemed to have gotten to know him a little bit. Knowing that this customer was always indifferent, she didn't say more, she quickly packed the cake and handed it to him.

The god of death took out the money from the black robe and paid for it, then turned and left.

Walking to the door, his keen intuition made Death look at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cake shop.

There was a woman with long curly hair sitting there, with a good figure wrapped in a black ultra-short dress, only showing deep grooves and slender white legs, with three-inch high-heeled shoes on her feet. Seeing that the god of death found her gaze, she smiled charmingly, with an expression on her face.

Such stunners may be rare in the world.

However, he was not interested and did not know him.

The woman winked at him, took a bit of the cake from her dinner plate rather naughty, her red lips dipped in a little cream, not without a hint of temptation.

Death turned a blind eye and walked away with no expression on his face.

"It's really not interesting..." The woman muttered coquettishly in her mouth, then narrowed her eyes to look at the back of Death, and continued to eat in a good mood.

Aware of the coming of the god of death, the ghosts in the western district of Chunnan City were terrified.

The smarter smelled the frost and snow breath of Death God as early as 100 meters away.

Then...they saw the god of death, the cold, high god of death, with a cold face, carrying a pink package and a small pocket with a bow, and walked over without looking sideways.

"I said long ago that I have seen the person who bought the cake, you don't believe me!" Some ghosts raised their eyebrows.

"Bah, most of them were bought for that monster." Another ghost was vicious.

"People haven't arrested you to wash the toilet now... You're still angry." A ghost joked.

The ghost who was forced to wash the toilet for the "monster" for a month was still not convinced, but he didn't know what to say. Indeed, the child who looks good but has a vicious mind has not come out to harm anyone for a long time.

A few days ago, saw it from a distance on the riverbank once, as if it was hiding from someone, but it didn't dare to stay long and quickly escaped.

When Death returned to Chi Jiayan's house, Chi Jiayan was not alone.

There was also a shabby boy wearing glasses sitting in the room, looking a lot cleaner than before - it was He Kangcheng.

Seeing the god of death appearing at the door, he immediately stood up, blushing most of the time: "You, hello."

Death frowned, how could this person be here?

Chi Jiayan heard the voice and came out of the kitchen, and seemed surprised by his appearance. But that surprise was only for a moment, Chi Jiayan quickly withdrew his gaze, and returned to the kitchen indifferently without saying anything.

The knife clanged on the chopping board, much louder than before, but it didn't seem impatient.

Because someone is acting a little bit overly methodical.

He Kangcheng stammered: "Last time, thank you for saving me last time. I regret it now when I think about it. I, I am too weak..."

Before he could finish speaking, Death said directly: "You are not welcome here."

He is rude to those who have hurt and excluded Chi Jiayan.

"I know, I'm here to apologize." He Kangcheng's face turned pale again, "Jiajia said he forgave me, but I still want to do something. I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me..."

After saying this, He Kangcheng hurried past him with his head down, opened the door and left.

After confirming that the door to the yard was closed and the annoying person had left, the god of death walked into the kitchen with his long legs.

Chi Jiayan was cutting fruit seriously with his back to him.

Well, I'm really serious, I've cut two big pots and haven't stopped.

It looks like it's been cut for at least half an hour...

So, is it because He Kangcheng is here and Chi Jiayan hides in the kitchen because he doesn't want to talk to He Kangcheng? Then why not just drive He Kangcheng away?

Death found himself thinking about these trivial things that didn't matter.

"You're not welcome here either." Chi Jiayan didn't look back.

Death put the cake on the center island.

I took off my robe and threw it up, as comfortable and natural as my own home.

"Why?" Death asked.

Chi Jiayan paused, his voice a little stiff: "Not welcome is not welcome. Why are there so many? I hate you and don't want to see you, can I?"

When the god of death heard this, he got a little angry.

"How do you know that there is only one me in the world?"

Chi Jiayan was stunned for a moment, and he accelerated cutting the fruits in his hands, as if he wanted to smash them into tens of thousands of pieces.

The god of death looked even darker at his actions.

"Ah!" Chi Jiayan cried out in pain, and the knife fell to the ground.

The figure of the god of death was too fast to see.

Chi Jiayan didn't react, and his fingers were pulled and put in his mouth.

He saw Death's eyes drooping, his long eyelashes casting a shadow on the bridge of his tall nose. His face was cold and slightly angry, but his thin lips were gently sucking his cut fingers, and the tip of his tongue moved slightly.

This action made Chi Jiayan's face turn red uncontrollably and quickly.

It's... so disgusting.

The author has something to say: I don't think you can guess who that woman is, :).