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Chapter 32
Huo Xin ate a bunch of snacks, and only turned around when he heard the sound of the door opening.
Fortunately, he wasn't a vegetarian either, and he disappeared in an instant, leaving only a pink mist.
After several rapid muffled sounds, seven or eight spiritual beads were deeply embedded in the wall behind the sofa, and the wall was cracked with a few fine gaps, and its strength was evident.
"It's really moody!" Huo Xin yelled, and his figure appeared on the other side, "Ling Xiao! What are you doing?"
Grim Reaper stood at the door with a grim expression, looking no different from before going out. As if the row of Lingzhu was not a weapon he used to kill people to vent his anger, he didn't speak, but just pulled Chi Jiayan out of his back slightly.
Chi Jiayan is much more interesting than the performance of Death.
Originally, he was usually quite generous and talked a lot, in a sense, he was a cheerful child.
At this moment, he lowered his head, and was dragged into his home, blushing as if he had done something wrong.
"That..." Chi Jiayan looked at Huo Xin, and then looked at the god of death pleadingly, "Can you not say it... It's a shame..."
Death said coldly, "No."
Huo Xin was at a loss: "What the hell are you two doing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was confronted with a row of Spirit Orbs, scolding "Fuck" and hiding too much. He was so angry that he didn't dare to show up: "Lingxiao, are you trying to murder your colleague?"
Hearing the word "colleague", Chi Jiayan's face flashed with shame.
He cried after being kissed in the rain just now, and he thought he was special to Death because he was somewhat similar to Huo Xin. Combining Huo Xin's words and actions, he was almost certain that the relationship between Huo Xin and Death was not so simple.
Why he suddenly appeared beside him, and why he gave up to obliterate his existence, he found a suitable reason to answer.
At that time, the god of death heard the phrase "I don't want to be a substitute for others", and heard him sobbing and saying a lot, and his expression was wonderful.
"You are not a substitute for anyone." Death said again, "I have no interest in copying things."
"Brother..." Chi Jiayan wanted to get into the crack of the ground.
Death looked down at his embarrassed appearance, and finally let go of this person who had just been thinking about being heartbroken.
"Huo Xin." Death said, "Come out."
Huo Xin: "No!"
"Forget it." The god of death didn't want to focus on these wonderful creatures, and said to Chi Jiayan, "He is the so-called god of love, not as elegant and elegant as you think, and spending my adult night with me is not what you think. That way. It's not that he's dressing up when he turns into a face like yours to make fun of me, it's that he has no gender."
"No gender?!" Chi Jiayan, who blushed more and more at his stupidity, was stunned.
The god of death frowned and thought for a while, then concluded: "It's the shemale you generally refer to."
Chi Jiayan: "..."
Huo Xin finally appeared at the table with a rose in his mouth. Hearing the introduction of the god of death, he planned to make a grand appearance and express himself once again, but the final conclusion made his face half dark: "I'm not a shemale!"
"No gender, it's a shemale." Death said coldly.
Huo Xin found that he was speechless, so he reluctantly said: "Don't thank me quickly... If it wasn't for my little friend, I wouldn't have misunderstood, I'm adding interest to you... This is my job. That Jia Jia Ah, think about whether you just took advantage of him because he wanted to coax you? This is a benefit that Eros does not easily spread."
Chi Jiayan got... benefits.
Because it was found that he was in a bad mood, he was held by the hand and walked back all the way, and he was kissed on the way, which was something he never dared to think about before.
What is the relationship between him and the god of death now?
There was an idea that made him blush just thinking about it, quietly sprouting in his heart.
The god of death didn't know what he was thinking, he walked to the wall and raised his hand, and all the spiritual beads embedded in the wall were taken back from the air.
The golden totem above black was so excited that he couldn't help shaking, and Cang Feng whimpered and turned into a young wolf and ran out, and was coldly fed by his master.
"Little dog~" Huo Xin's eyes lit up.
However, Cang Feng bared his teeth at him fiercely, completely useless when facing Chi Jiayan's meekness.
Death said rudely: "Skin, change it."
It was only then that he realized that Huo Xin did indeed incorporate Chi Jiayan's appearance - such as the pair of deliberately faked dimples.
Of course Huo Xin understood what he meant, and shrugged his shoulders very playfully and pretended to be reluctant.
He stopped teasing the god of death, and casually changed into another handsome appearance, not without a pity: "Love, whether it is a god or a human, it makes them selfish, look, even similar skins are not allowed to appear. ."
Inexplicably, Chi Jiayan felt that this skin was a little familiar.
He remembered a little fresh meat who was very popular recently, and thousands of girls were crazy about it. Could it be... the one in front of him?
Huo Xin realized that he recognized him, and laughed softly, even changing his voice: "Do you want an autograph?"
This noble and romantic playboy style is really exactly the same as Xiao Xianrou!
While Chi Jiayan was still surprised, Huo Xin came a little closer, looked at Chi Jiayan condescendingly, poked his finger on Chi Jiayan's chest, and said in his ear with a subwoofer-like voice: "I You can... sign it here."
The warm breath was sprayed on the ear, and the fragrance of the perfume was fading away, and Chi Jiayan's face turned red all of a sudden: "Ah?"
Being alone for a long time makes Chi Jiayan extremely sensitive to aspects.
Even when he was blackened, he didn't have much intimate physical contact with people, so that he was just a paper tiger in this regard, and he fell down with a poke.
Before the teasing continued, the God of Death stretched out a finger and hooked Chi Jiayan's back collar, pulling him towards him without tenderness.
"Go." Death said.
This is what Huo Xin said.
Huo Xin hadn't had enough fun, but he was reminded of the business. Maybe the man who counted the time was almost at the last moment and knew that he should rush over, but he still deliberately misinterpreted the meaning of Death: "You can't wait?"
He held a small golden bottle at his fingertips and smiled meaningfully.
Death frowned when he saw the small bottle.
Huo Xin turned his eyes and threw the small bottle at Chi Jiayan, who quickly caught it: "What is this?"
"This is your sexual blessing." The mischievous Aishin said, "You must take good care of it, little one."
Death urged with a cold face: "Would you like to go?"
When the two walked to the door, they suddenly remembered Lu Cheng's remarks.
According to human habits, it seems that he should say goodbye.
Death never said goodbye to anyone, and of course he never said hello to anyone when he came.
He paused and turned around to see Chi Jiayan holding the bottle in his hand and looking at him deeply.
The house was not that big, but it still seemed empty, still lonely.
It was also at this time that the god of death realized what a person might mean to Chi Jiayan, and also realized that he needed to be protected, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.
He has a weakness.
"Blue Wind, you stay." Death God ordered.
Blue Wind, who was going to go out with him, immediately tilted his head, which was in line with its current appearance, not much better than Erha.
However, it was also a divine beast with spiritual intelligence. Cang Feng understood the meaning of his master, and he stepped back several steps, until he retreated to Chi Jiayan's side.
"I'll be back soon," he said.
Chi Jiayan picked up Blue Wind, the black fur of the young wolf made his skin white as snow, and nodded obediently with his dark eyes.
In a neighboring city, a man and a woman suddenly appeared on the noisy street.
"Are you trying to monitor him through your pet's eyes?" Huo Xin stepped on her high heels and walked properly, "Monitoring bathing, nudity, etc., to monitor whether he is hooking up or not, right? Ling? Xiao, you are very good!"
That's right, Huo Xin changed back to a female body again. Who told him to be an idol in the world with the skin of a man's body, if he appeared on the street, he would be unable to move an inch.
Eros also wants to collect love, and being an idol is the easiest way.
The female body is still the same sexy boba royal sister, Huo Xin flutters her long curly hair, she looks charming, passers-by look sideways.
"Bang——" A man frequently hit a telephone pole because he turned around.
Seeing this scene, Huo Xin covered her mouth and smiled, and the man's face turned red.
Everyone in this world has their own divine beasts, whose eyes are connected to their own consciousness and can share vision.
No wonder Huo Xin's thoughts were filthy. Death didn't tell him that there might be a dark demon causing trouble. First, he didn't have the evidence to be sure, and secondly, he didn't like to share his views and experiences with others.
"Can't you dress a little more plainly?" Death said lightly, with a bit of disgust in his tone.
"He's working..." Jiao Di Di answered this sentence, Huo Xin pointed behind him.
At this point, they were far away from the scene where the man just hit the telephone pole.
But both of them are gods, with excellent eyesight, and they can still see the "rollover" scene two blocks away.
Sure enough, the man's nose was bumped with a nosebleed, and a kind woman was squatting on the ground and handing out tissues.
"Is this also spreading love?" Death raised his eyebrows.
He didn't think there was any real love for a woman on the road and a man hitting a telephone pole.
"Yes." Huo Xin knew that the god of death was not optimistic about her way of working, and smiled charmingly, "I just follow the love log issued by fate, as long as there is a record, I will arrange it. Whether they have any results, they are irresponsible. , I can't decide. But don't worry, I can't control you who are urging love yourself. Besides... Even if I can, for the sake of your help, I will open a back door for you. Not only that, but I want you to really eat Xiao Jiajia! Don't thank me."
Grim Reaper's evaluation: "Boring."
Huo Xin took him to the hospital gate and said, "I've been very busy recently. The server has been changed, and the data has been rewritten. Everyone has to be busy for a while. A few days ago, my love log suddenly changed. It's blank, people who shouldn't love prefer it, and people who should love you love me and I don't love you, and the world is almost in chaos."
The god of death remembered that Lu Cheng's ** had also turned into a blank.
Since he came back, everything around here has reminded him that the timeline has been completely changed by him, and he can't ignore it at all.
This is the result he has to bear, yes, but he also needs to know how big the change is.
When walked to the door of the ward, there was a small black hairball by the crack of the door.
Lu Cheng is responsible for the recovery of life that belongs to natural death. It seems that Lu Cheng arranged the soul eater according to the updated log.
Because of the sudden appearance of the god of death, the black hairball who was dozing off immediately shivered. He thought that he had done something wrong before the god of death would come, and the teeth in his big mouth were knocked into a fight.
Huo Xin accused: "You are so fierce, look, you scared people."
Death: "...Don't speak in this tone."
Ignoring the trembling Soul Eater, the two disappeared into the ward.
The moment of seeing the patient, death was confirmed again, one of the twenty-three people who should die at the playground in the future.
The handsome man on the bed clenched his brows and his face was pale. After a while, the instrument at the head of his bed made a long "beep" sound, and the nurse was coming soon.
The black qi swirled around the head of the bed, and the god of death stretched out his hand, and the black qi swirled around to form a small vortex, all of which disappeared into the palm of his hand and turned into a small spiritual orb.
"Give you."
Death turned around and gave the Lingzhu to Huo Xin, only to find that the other party had already burst into tears without knowing when.
Those unruly, heartless, and mischievous show-offs have all been put away.
At this time, Huo Xin seemed to show his original appearance.
The crystal tears fell down her chin, Huo Xin didn't have time to wipe it, she laughed and grabbed the Lingzhu: "Don't go back on it."
"Yeah." Death didn't ridicule her anymore.
The nurse ran in with the doctor. They couldn't see the two gods in the ward, and they were still trying their best to rescue the patient.
Ignoring the chaos in the ward and caring little about the body on the bed, the two walked out of the ward.
"His name is Bai Muran. We met at a concert." Huo Xin didn't even cry, "I promised him some things, so I only want Lingzhu after he died. Can you understand?"
Death doesn't really need her explanation.
"Promise is still very important in this world." Huo Xin said, "If it wasn't for the promise, I definitely wouldn't be able to find you."
"Why?" Death didn't understand.
Huo Xin blinked: "Why don't you go back and ask... What wish did your little friend make on his eighteenth birthday?"
grim Reaper:"?"
"Ask early for a surprise!" Huo Xin waved his hand and disappeared into the corridor after disseminating the last wave of Eros' benefits.
The pink smoke when Eros disappeared lightly dissipated, but Death saw a person walking slowly in the distance of the corridor.
The man was heartbroken and had to hold the wall along the way to move on: "Mu Ran...why didn't you wait for me?"
Death's expression suddenly became extremely cold.
Not for anything else, just for—this person is also one of the twenty-three people in the playground.
In addition, the god of death also saw the black gas of death on his body that was gradually increasing at an extremely fast speed.
The author has something to say: I'd better carry Jiajia wherever go next time, (*^__^*) Hee hee...