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Chapter 35
Lucheng squatted on the ground and played with his mobile phone.
The news in the group is frantically swiping the screen, and everyone is replying "no picture, no truth", "no picture, you say hang", all kinds of kissing evidence that motivated him to steal fear of death and fall in love.
Lu Cheng wanted to live a few more years.
His sentence "It's true, Lord Lingxiao hugged someone on his lap and kissed him, with one hand covering his eyes is really domineering" was submerged in a sympathetic rant. Among them, Meng Shen Dao, "I knew that I would not let me peep into the dreams of human beings for no reason and no reason." The topic was quickly led away by her.
Eros was silent, and directly dumped a photo of Chi Jiayan, not knowing when it was taken.
Shengshen: "So cute..."
Lucky God: "It turned out to be a boy!"
Rain God: "I know why Ling Xiao has been single for so many years..."
A cold breath appeared beside him, and a voice above his head suddenly said, "What are you doing?"
Lu Cheng shook his hands in fright, and almost threw his phone into the pool full of water lilies: "No, nothing!"
Death's face was icy, completely different from the way he held Chi Jiayan just now, he was completely different.
It was the first time he saw Lu Cheng, his gentle side, but he recovered so quickly, but Lu Cheng had the illusion that "Lord Lingxiao is better if he had no expression on his face".
Because he was chatting about his boss's private life in the group, Lu Cheng, who was almost caught, had a strong desire to survive, and he sang a song in his mind while answering: "You can't hear me, you can't hear me!"
Death sneered.
He took out a... cell phone.
A message appeared in the group.
Lingxiao, the God of Death: It is forbidden to discuss topics not related to work.
As soon as this news came out, the group was quiet like chickens.
When did Reaper have a cell phone? !
Lu Cheng: "I think I can explain..."
Death wasn't interested in what he had to explain: "Come in."
The two entered the room, and the glass that was just destroyed by Lu Chengmang had been repaired. I think it was Chi Jiayan who was distressed about the money, and was reluctant to change another piece to go into battle by himself.
Lu Cheng felt that Chi Jiayan like that could bleed.
No wonder the god of death he...
There are many portraits on the table, Chi Jiayan is still writing with his head down, and when he sees Lu Cheng coming in, two pear vortexes appear: "Hi, little deer."
Maybe it was because he had just been kissed, Chi Jiayan's facial features looked a little brighter than usual, and his face was almost dripping with tenderness. Looking at it this way, it really has the ability to bring disaster to the country and the people, and even the cold and ruthless death can be moved...
wrong! Lu Cheng, who couldn't stop brain supplementation, found out at this time that the current death god is still different from the past death god.
Death was still indifferent, but after entering the door, he walked over to the table and poured himself a glass of water in a very natural way.
Just as humans do, he held the cup in his hand and took a sip, not because he was thirsty, but more like he "wanted" to sit like this. He sat on the high stool with a cup in his hand: "Didn't you say your hands are sore? Would you like to take a break before painting."
Chi Jiayan shook his head: "These are for my brother, so it's better to draw them first. Besides, I've already rested just now."
"Okay." Death stroked his head.
Lu Cheng, who felt that he was stuffed with a mouthful of dog food: "..."
The god of death picked up a stack of painted portraits and threw them to Lucheng, with a completely different attitude from facing Chi Jiayan: "These people, find out their names, ages and home addresses. The sooner the better."
Suddenly thrown a face by the portrait, Lu Cheng quickly caught it: "Got it!"
He flipped through them one by one, and there were all kinds of people above, none of them seemed to be related, especially there were a few children, who didn't quite understand what this operation was.
Lu Cheng's work is still very efficient.
He dispatched a group of soul eaters, and with his own presence, he had already completed most of the tasks in one afternoon.
When he returned to Chi Jiayan's house again, it was already night, and the small courtyard was brightly lit.
Chi Jiayan, who had been painting for a day, rode on Cang Feng and was hanging the lanterns on the tree at this height.
"Jiajia! What are you doing?" Lu Cheng shouted.
Chi Jiayan looked very happy, with curved eyebrows and eyes: "I'm hanging up the lanterns, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. Xiaolu, stay here and let's celebrate the festival together."
Lu Cheng: "..."
He was embarrassed to spoil Chi Jiayan's interest.
How can anyone celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with the god of death and the quasi-death god? Don't the world know that they are celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival?
"Do you want me to help?" Lu Cheng's hand was tucked into the sleeve of the grey robe. As soon as the little boy opened his mouth, his hand could be stretched ten meters in an instant, no problem.
"No need." Chi Jiayan said, "I'll do it myself. Blue Wind, lower your head!"
Blue Wind, a ferocious mount belonging to the God of Death, the soul-eating divine beast Blue Wind, with a mouth full of fangs and blood-red eyes, knelt down obediently at this young man's order.
Lu Cheng couldn't wait any longer.
As an auxiliary god who is not yet an adult, Lu Cheng also has the restlessness and troubles that belong to his adolescence. Seeing that the thousand-year-old virgin boss is in love, he is a little ready to move.
And on this day, it seems that as soon as you enter this door, you can see the two people show their love in various ways, even if Ling Xiao himself is not present—
"Where's Lord Lingxiao?" Lu Cheng asked.
"Brother went out to work." After Chi Jiayan hung up the last lantern, he slid down Cang Feng's forearm.
Blue Wind immediately turned into a wolf cub, and Chi Jiayan bent over and hugged him again, holding him in his arms.
Lu Cheng can be regarded as Chi Jiayan's friend, and he has come to accompany him many times when Death is away.
Chi Jiayan invited him to the Mid-Autumn Festival with sincerity, not on a whim. He recently got too many things that he didn't dare to think about before, love, friends, he has all, that's why he wants to celebrate the festival. In the past, festivals were superfluous to him. In the festive atmosphere of the streets and the xx party on TV, he was superfluous.
"I will put tables here and here." Chi Jiayan pointed to the lawn, "Get a barbecue, buy a lot of delicious food, and call Huo Xin... By the way, what do you like to eat, Xiaolu? "
Lu Cheng understood that this was going to be a party: "Meat, of course, is meat! You can take care of everything else I'm not a picky eater!"
"I don't know what my brother likes to eat." Chi Jiayan murmured, "He doesn't seem to eat anything..."
Lu Cheng thought to himself, I'm afraid that if you really see what Lord Lingxiao eats, you will lose the powder.
The two said a few more words and then entered the room. Chi Jiayan finished feeding Xiao Hei the cat food, feeling a little depressed.
I'm afraid that cat won't last long.
Lu Cheng saw him walking sullenly from the cat's den. He was about to comfort him, but he froze in place under the bright light.
In the center of Chi Jiayan's fair and clean forehead, there was a faint trace of blackness lingering.
That black air deer was all too familiar—it was the faint aura of death that was dormant.
Not even in the morning!
Lu Cheng opened his mouth wide: "Jiajia you—"
"Lu Cheng." The voice of the god of death recalled from behind.
Lu Cheng turned his head and saw that the god of death had a grim expression, the black robe was shrouded in the night, and behind him was a halo of colorful lights.
Passing by Lu Cheng's side, the god of death glanced at him lightly, with a clear warning in his eyes.
Lu Cheng swallowed the surprised sentence back abruptly.
"Brother, you're back." Chi Jiayan regained his energy, "Do you think the lanterns I hang are pretty?"
Death said: "Jiajia, go in and wait for me."
"Oh." Chi Jiayan agreed, but he was not as obedient as before, "Can't I listen to what you want to say?"
Death said, "I'm afraid to scare you."
"I'm really not afraid." Chi Jiayan was very curious. He wanted to know if the paintings he painted helped them.
Death lowered his head and whispered something in his ear, Chi Jiayan blushed and immediately entered the room.
Lu Cheng understood that the god of death did not want Chi Jiayan to know that his life was not long, so he said anxiously, "Lord Lingxiao, Jiajia is... how could this be?"
Death didn't seem worried.
He was not idle that day. While leaving Cang Feng to protect Chi Jiayan, he was also searching for the traces of the Dark Demon, but found nothing.
The devil that came into being is extremely cunning, and he didn't know that he was hiding in that dark corner, maybe he was eyeing the world. The god of death reported this news to the horoscope, and the horoscope issued the mission of the heart to all the ministers, and now this is the most important thing at present.
"How's it going today?" Death asked.
Lu Cheng felt that he took out the information: "I found all the portrait targets for me today. Here are their ages and addresses, oh and their names. Are there any new work arrangements?"
The god of death quickly looked at these and found no regularity worth looking for.
He thought for a while and said, "In accordance with the degree of death, what is the order?"
Lu Cheng found a pen, graded the death energy from 1 to 10, and marked each target: "This is the most powerful, I don't think he will survive tomorrow, and there is still a soul-devouring beast. There... this has been on my ** for a long time, and it is estimated that it will be soon..."
The god of death compared and thought of a possibility: "Bring the map here."
There is a map of Chunnan City hanging on the wall. It was used by Chi Jiayan when he received business at the forum before, which also came in handy.
Grim Reaper took the pen and marked all the known target information on the map. Soon, a ring-shaped encirclement appeared.
The center of the encirclement is exactly the area where Chi Jiayan is located.
This is a death map!
Lu Cheng was very surprised: "This! Did the horoscope get it wrong?!"
Death was silent for a long time.
In fact, he was already prepared for the worst.
However, he did not intend to harm Chi Jiayan in the center of the encirclement.
This spirit of words can no longer have a bad influence on the future. He has no friends, no family, or even contact with outsiders. As long as the trajectory of fate is not destroyed, then the horoscope will have no way to take him.
As long as the law of the moment of death is determined, and as long as Chi Jiayan is still alive, he can keep him safe.
"Go back first." Death said.
Lu Cheng: "?"
Are you too calm?
"He'll be fine." Death's eyes were calm, and he put away the map: "I'm hungry, you will disturb me to eat here."
Lu Cheng was stunned.
He's like a two-zhang monk, confused, aren't they talking about Jiajia? Why is Lord Lingxiao hungry?
After Lu Cheng left, the god of death came to the courtyard.
When the originally cold yard was dressed up by these colorful lights, it suddenly became a lot more lively.
Those lanterns flickered, and the stars in the sky and the quiet pool contrasted with each other.
After standing for a long time, Chi Jiayan came out at some point: "Brother? Is the deer gone?"
Death said lightly: "Well."
Chi Jiayan was a little annoyed: "Why do you go so fast? I also said that he can bring his friends over during the Mid-Autumn Festival... But I haven't decided what ingredients to buy, brother, what do you want to eat?"
"Yan Ling, are you afraid of me?" Death suddenly asked, with indistinguishable emotions in his phoenix eyes.
"Why do you ask that all of a sudden?" Chi Jiayan was a little puzzled.
"What were you thinking when you first saw me?" Death continued to ask.
Chi Jiayan remembered the first time he saw the god of death, it was raining, he was holding an umbrella, and saw a tall dark shadow standing in the middle of the road. He thought that the other party was a ghost, and was ambushing on the road to frighten himself, so he dared to ask "Who are you?".
The shadow didn't answer at that time.
That was the first time Chi Jiayan met a ghost who didn't try to make fun of him and eat him.
He only felt that this silent ghost was pitiful, and he was wearing a mask. He probably didn't want to scare him. He was probably a friendly ghost.
"I don't seem to think about it too much." Chi Jiayan said honestly, "It's been so long, I don't even remember."
"You are holding an umbrella for me." Death reminded.
Chi Jiayan laughed, and the pear vortex was looming: "Yes, I'm afraid you will get wet. Hmm...I really want to hold an umbrella for you."
Death squeezed his chin, his face a little tender in the gorgeous halo.
After a while, he tapped Chi Jiayan's forehead and answered the previous question: "I want to eat you more."
Chi Jiayan: "!!"
Is that what he meant?!
Why is this time... different from before...
"I'll hold an umbrella for you in the future."
The god of death didn't let go of his hand, but with this action, he kissed Chi Jiayan's lips.
Before Chi Jiayan fell on the lawn, he only saw the stars in the sky, which were extremely gorgeous.