After getting up in the morning and having a meal, Chi Jiayan began to draw pictures.

The tabletop of the dining room is made of wood grain, and hula la spread out stacks of paper painting tools. Chi Jiayan is very good at cultivating his own interests. He has no interpersonal communication and has a lot of free time, so he taught himself watercolor, color pencil, oil painting, and sketching, all of which are decent.

The God of Death sat on the high stool and said helplessly, "You don't need so much. A pencil will do."

Chi Jiayan was a little disappointed: "Huh?"

Hearing that he wanted to help himself by painting, he also wanted to do everything in his power to perform well.

"I said you draw." Death said, "It's all facial features, you can do it."

Chi Jiayan had no choice but to nod.

The two of them sat far apart, he thought for a while, got down and moved his stool to the god of death, and then sat up again.

"What's wrong?" Death didn't know why.

From his angle, he happened to see Chi Jiayan's shy earlobes, small, like ripe cherries against the white skin.

Chi Jiayan didn't turn around, flipping through the brush while sorting the paper: "I'm your boyfriend now, of course I want to be closer to you."

This child should have watched a lot of TV dramas and fantasized about a lot of such scenes, so he copied the way of getting along with other people's couples.

The God of Death has no experience in this area. If Chi Jiayan doesn't take the initiative, it is likely that there is no difference from the past exchanges.

To Chi Jiayan's surprise, in this posture, the god of death easily wrapped him based on the difference in height, making Chi Jiayan feel as if he was being embraced by this tall man from behind.

Chi Jiayan's face was also red, his heart was pounding, and he couldn't concentrate for a while.

He remembered the scene of waking up this morning, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the perfect profile of Death. It really felt very unrealistic, like in a dream.

At this time, this unrealistic feeling came again.

"Well, first draw a woman." Death's deep voice was close at hand.

"Women?" Chi Jiayan's ears were attacked by the magnetic voice, feeling itchy, and repeated stupidly, "What kind of woman?"

The image of a middle-aged woman with big breasts and fat hips appeared in Death's mind. After speaking roughly, Chi Jiayan had already drawn it accurately in a few strokes, and the appearance of a saucy aunt who was not easy to be provoked appeared on the paper.

"Well... I feel that this aunt is very fierce." Chi Jiayan commented and looked at it again, "Did I draw it wrong?"

Death pursed his lips slightly.

But Chi Jiayan didn't see his smile this time, he was worried because he was afraid that he could not draw well.

Death thought, Chi Jiayan would never have a chance in his life to know that he had sabotaged this old aunt on another timeline and broke his pants.

"It's very well drawn." The god of death stretched out his hand from behind and pointed out the woman's face, "You can try to draw a little younger, about ten years younger."

It was his mistake just now, and he forgot to consider the time difference. The time is now nine years away from Chi Jiayan's twenty-seven years old. Chi Jiayan is still a tender teenager, and the appearance of others should naturally change.

After painting a few more in a row, all of them were very good, Chi Jiayan became more and more confident, and regarded it as a fun errand.

"Who are they?" Chi Jiayan asked curiously, drawing lines seriously.

Death doesn't know how to start.

He was only silent for a moment, and Chi Jiayan had already spoken again.

"Do you want to find these people to do something?" Chi Jiayan asked, "Brother, is this related to your work?"

It's not just about his work.

And it is related to Chi Jiayan himself.

The god of death didn't want Chi Jiayan to know about this kind of thing. He felt that Chi Jiayan was happy now, and he hoped that this emotion could be maintained forever.

As for the dangerous part, let him do it.

"Yes." Death said.

After painting for a while, the god of death spoke of a man: "Chinese character face, small eyes, high nose bridge, brows... Here, the eyes are a little weaker, yes."

After most of the painting, Chi Jiayan suddenly stopped writing and turned his head: "Brother—"

The voice stopped abruptly, because he kissed a cool lips.

The god of death was looking down at the painting, and when Chi Jiayan turned around like this, the two just touched their lips.

It looked like Chi Jiayan did it on purpose.

He hurriedly backed away a little, only to see the god of death but his expression did not change, and said coldly: "What's wrong?"

Blushing, Chi Jiayan turned his head and pointed at the painting: "I know this man!"

The face painted with this Chinese character is the husband of the pregnant woman in the playground.

How did Chi Jiayan know each other?

Seeing Death's doubts, Chi Jiayan added: "Brother, you have seen it too, what happened to him? I thought he was acting strange at that time, as if he had some mental problems. Is it really because he was dying or got in the way? whats the matter?"

"When did it happen?" Death had no impression at all.

Only then did Chi Jiayan remember that the god of death had said that his memory for a month had not been fully recovered.

He explained it.

It turned out that Chi Jiayan spent half a month recovering after being brought home by Lingxiao, during which time he took out a large part of the money earned through various businesses to help the relocated households. He promised Ling Xiao that he would no longer do business that violated his conscience, so he only picked some businesses that were within the normal range to take over. However, there are still people who sell dog meat on the forums, clearly asking for very simple trivial matters, but when they actually meet, they make other demands.

That's what this man with the national character face is like.

Chi Jiayan agreed to go to Guozilian's house to help his "strangely ill" wife, but only after arriving did he find out that he wanted to change his life.

The couple had just had a maternity check-up. This child was a daughter. don't know where they found out about Chi Jiayan's ability, so they asked him to change the sex of the fetus to a boy.

"What's so strange about his behavior?" The god of death was not surprised that the national character face was more patriarchal, because in the future, the national character face was ridiculed by Chi Jiayan because of the preference for sons over women.

"His eyes will look in two different directions." Chi Jiayan still felt a little uncomfortable thinking about it, "It's like... like..."

Death looked grim and said, "It's like there are two people in the body."

"Yes!" Chi Jiayan nodded heavily, "Brother, do you remember?"

Death did not remember.

Seeing that Chi Jiayan, who was used to seeing ghosts since he was a child, had goose bumps on his exposed arms, the God of Death did not say that it was a manifestation of humans being possessed by the most evil dark demons.

The Dark Demon is born in response to the miasma of this world, and is the product of evil and gloomy. If he is reborn because of the restart of the natal chart, he will be very weak from the beginning, and will definitely possess people to absorb vitality, especially in the prime of life. Men do more with less.

"Has he seen me?" Death didn't answer, and asked the point directly.

"Yes." Chi Jiayan said, "Brother Lingxiao... No, it's the other one who hasn't merged with you. You were waiting for me downstairs. When I went downstairs, I found him looking at us from the window, and you were still looking at us. Look upstairs."

So, didn't Lingxiao find anything unusual?

Unless Chi Jiayan concealed something.

Seeing Death's serious face and a hint of danger hidden in his phoenix eyes, Chi Jiayan had no choice but to say honestly, "I dare not tell you that he is weird..."

"Because you took his money." Death had already guessed, "You changed the sex of his fetus."

It was in this way that the dark demon possessed on the face of the national character knew the power of the word spirit.

In addition, since he has seen Lingxiao, he naturally recognizes the God of Death, so...it is not surprising that he has the ability to deceive Lingxiao by taking the appearance of Lingxiao.

Going around in circles, the problem turned out to be caused by this idiot himself.

If it wasn't for inquiring about the associated deceased in the amusement park, the God of Death would not have been able to determine the true intentions of the Dark Demon until now.

After a month of memory loss, there was such a big mistake.

Now Chi Jiayan is in double danger.

The chill gradually spread through the house.

The God of Death's emotions were changing, and he forgot to restrain himself for a while. Chi Jiayan shivered coldly: "Brother? Did that person do something bad?"

Chi Jiayan's eyes are big and round, just like Xiao Hei's round eyes, pitiful and careful.

Death couldn't be cruel to him.

He sighed, restrained his breath, and said lightly: "Don't do this kind of thing that goes against the law of heaven in the future. You have other things to do. The more you use your abilities, the more powerful the backlash will be, you know?"

"I have nothing else to do." Chi Jiayan lowered his head.

In fact, he also regretted it very much, because he didn't listen to the god of death and let the other party worry about him.

The ability to speak spirit is like a curse to him, making him unable to live and work normally, unable to integrate into interpersonal relationships, otherwise it will bring bad luck to others.

Thinking of a possibility, he suddenly had a glimmer of hope: "Soul Washing Pond? Brother—"

"No." Death directly refused, "You can't bear that pain."

"Why?" Chi Jiayan was dissatisfied, "I'm not afraid of pain! I also want to live an ordinary life, and I also want to have friends! You said so..."

"That's not me." Death said, "Jiajia, I won't let you go through that kind of pain."

Chi Jiayan lowered his shoulders in despair.

The death god raised his long arms and carried him to his lap, and finally said gently: "You don't need those. It's enough for you to have me."

Human life is short, and the things they pursue are meaningless, and there is no need to waste time.

If possible, when Chi Jiayan finishes his life, he will take him back to the high-dimensional world.

Chi Jiayan was still a little lost.

He actually didn't think there was anything wrong with using spiritual power to do things. It was the god of death who told him what to do and what not to do.

He ignited hope that he could get rid of this curse from now on, but was told by Death that he couldn't.

Fortunately, now that he has love, there seems to be nothing to force.

People always have to be content.

Death patted him on the back, aware of his small emotions, and his heart softened.

"My hands are sore." Chi Jiayan whispered, "Look, I've been drawing for a few hours, and my fingers are all printed."

When the god of death took his hand to rub, he said again, "It will be better if my brother kisses him."

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Chi Jiayan raised his head buried on Death's shoulder, and turned to look at him. His eyes were shining, and only Death was there.

He also stretched out a finger and touched his lips: "If you want to kiss here, you can only kiss here."

Death's eyes darkened and he lowered his head.

At this moment, there was a loud "bang" in the ear, which was the sound of glass breaking.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Cheng's loud and exaggerated voice sounded: "Fuck you, in broad daylight!! You guys continue!!..."

No one expected that Lu Cheng would come here at this time.

Chi Jiayan originally closed his eyes, but he was still embarrassed when Lu Cheng bumped into him and offered a kiss.

Death's amber pupils are in front of him, Chi Jiayan's face is reflected in his pupils, his eyes are indifferent.

Being disturbed because of his dissatisfaction, he threw it at Lucheng without looking at anything, and the other party's voice suddenly became distant: "I'm going, I'm going! Just be happy!!"

Immediately afterwards, Death kissed deeper, and with one hand broke the red thread of the small golden bottle hanging from Chi Jiayan's neck.

He stretched out another hand and covered Chi Jiayan's eyes.

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