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Chapter 40
The moment that voice sounded in his head, Chi Jiayan seemed to wake up from the depths of his soul.
Something cleared the fog in his mind, and he had never felt so awake before.
The cognition of this world is instantly subverted, everything is so incredible and so natural.
That voice was his own.
It was a calmer, more mature voice, without any emotion, like a robot without a heart.
But it was indeed his own voice.
"Would you like to overwrite the timeline with the current results?"
Chi Jiayan closed his eyes: "No."
"You have selected 'No', this is the hundredth time you have selected this option, please confirm."
"Sure." Chi Jia said.
Who sighed in the ear.
"Jiajia." The man said, "You can't break this cycle. I'm tired, are you tired?"
Chi Jiayan replied in his divine sense, "How do you know it won't work this time?"
The man smiled: "Because I've seen it too many times. At first we agreed that you will complete the task, and then leave it to me. In order to avoid failure of the task, I agreed to let you create a time loop, but you temporarily regretted it. With this loophole, every time I wake up after completing the task, I go back on my word, and it restarts again and again."
"Heh." Chi Jiayan sneered, "I'm happy."
"The result will always be the same," the man said, "every time the god of death devours the devil for you, every time you refuse to confirm the mission, try to struggle, and finally choose to commit suicide and start over - you know you can't change anything. ."
"The story line is set by you, but you can't really do anything to us in my cycle. The big deal is that I will live in this cycle forever. I can meet him every time and be with him every time. This is equivalent to endless immortality. Didn't I earn it?" Chi Jiayan's tone was cold, but rascal.
The man's voice became dangerous.
"Maybe next time, I should set Reaper to kill you in the first place."
Chi Jiayan sneered: "You have already tried this time, haven't you? This time your story line is very full, but from my five-year-old, thirteen-year-old, and eighteen-year-old, you have failed so many times. Even if you can defeat Ling Xiao with the obsession you imposed, what else can you do. Lord Fate, you look a little anxious."
"Chi Jiayan." Fate could no longer remain calm, "Do you still want to change your life?!"
"Of course, I really don't want to do this kind of ghost talk. But you don't need to take this threat, because as long as I break through the cycle and expose you, there will naturally be other fates to take office." Chi Jiayan said, "I accept you It’s right to be deceived to work for you, but I found out the truth and turned back in time, so there are rewards anyway.
"You're dreaming!" Fate finally lost his temper.
If fate could still watch Chi Jiayan restart the cycle at first, then gradually, the tenth, fiftieth, and now the hundredth time, he finally lost his patience.
This Yan Ling was indefatigable, and he didn't even look back when his head was smashed.
"You can't break the cycle!"
"Rather than wondering if I can break the cycle, let's prepare for your dismissal." Chi Jiayan finally said, "As the most powerful god in the two worlds, he actually gave birth to the evil idea of disobedience, and even designed Use the god of death to eat the devil, let him die for you without knowing it, and maintain your lies, you might as well think about how it will end when the gods know it."
After cutting off the connection between his consciousness and destiny, Chi Jiayan opened his eyes.
It looked like they talked for a long time, but in reality it was only a few seconds.
In these few short seconds, not only did he talk to fate, but the ninety-nine memories that were erased were also returned to the cage in an instant.
He once thought that he had been favored by fate and finally no longer had to be a Lonely Star, so he agreed to accept this "just" task. After everything started, he realized that the purpose of this mission was only to cover up the sins of fate, and naturally the truth would not be buried. Most importantly, because of this mission, he fell in love with Lingxiao for the first time.
Ninety-nine times, fell in love with Ling Xiao every time.
He is charming.
But this time, fate had set him a weak character, so Ling Xiao had to take him to hide in the barrier.
He was a little unhappy that Lingxiao's clean and spotless holy place had been soiled.
The god of death, who had transformed into his true form for the first time, devoured the most powerful and unlucky demon in the world with one bite.
In the large black and fishy bloodstain, the red snake meandered and seemed to be very worried about the safety of the subject.
The blood-red devil wolf looked restless, but was dying because of the same wear and tear.
The God of Death lowered his head halfway, the red lines on the corners of his lips were still there, and the lower half of his face was covered in thick blood.
The fury has not yet dissipated, and Death looked at everything in a state of chaos until something lightly touched his hand.
He lowered his head again and saw a very small person in front of him.
Because of his true appearance, the God of Death is eight to nine meters tall, and even if he is half-kneeling, he looks like a hill.
And in the sound of his heavy and chaotic breathing, in the panic-stricken anger, the black-haired, fair-skinned little man hugged one of his fingers.
The little man's warm face was pressed against his cold fingers, his eyes were tightly closed, and tears flowed down his cheeks quietly.
"Brother." The little man's voice was very nice, soft and glutinous, like a small dumpling made of glutinous rice, "It's alright."
Death can't tell if this is reality or a dream.
In front of him, the little man hugged his fingers and knelt down on his knees, with a pious expression, as if he was admiring the coldest god in the world.
——
Death slept for a day and a night.
After he fell into a coma, he took back his true face, only a waist-length black hair was left to remind Chi Jiayan of what happened just now.
Cang Feng lay beside the bed and didn't leave for a moment.
It is not the first time for Chi Jiayan to face this situation, but he is still an 18-year-old human after all. Even if he awakens countless memories, he cannot change this.
He wiped his body clean for the god of death, and worked tirelessly to clean up the blood in the house, and then carried Xiao Hei's body and buried it in the depths of the ice and snow.
"I'm sorry." Chi Jiayan squatted in the snow, "Forcing you to accompany me every time. You must be very tired. This time I don't even know when you were possessed... I really don't A competent owner. Worse than the owner who ditched the cat at the pet store."
Xiao Hei could no longer answer him.
Chi Jiayan squatted for a while, felt dizzy when he got up, and then fell to his knees. If the snow wasn't soft, he would definitely fall badly.
Of course, he's not much better now.
The big bag that fell at the bottom of the pool a few days ago has not been scattered, and the lifeline was cut off by fate and his organs failed. His face must be more terrifying than snow.
It's really embarrassing that Ling Xiao can get up every time he looks at this face.
Because he couldn't get up, he simply knelt down and started thinking.
How can we break it this time?
The most hateful thing is that each awakening is after Lingxiao devours the devil. Chi Jiayan really feels that he is brainless. When setting the loop, he only thought of the two awakening points of "mission success" and "mission failure". And every time Ling Xiao lived up to his expectations, he devoured the devil for him, which was both sweet and sad.
Alas, if... Ling Xiao could love him a little less.
Then there will be no situation where both of them are dying again.
He still remembered the first time he saw Ling Xiao.
That's not a story line set by fate, but a reference to his real life.
People believe that language has power.
From the husband's long trip, the virtuous wife said "Dear, I wish you a safe journey" to the birth of children, from the elders saying "I wish you a healthy growth", and then to being taken away from precious people and things, saying "You will not end well. "I hope you die without a whole corpse", the language always pines people's deepest desires.
Yan Ling was born in response to this desire.
When a word spirit dies, naturally another more powerful word spirit is born.
That time, Chi Jiayan had been ignorant since he was five years old, and he was a very unpopular child.
He killed his parents at the age of two, his grandparents at the age of four, and his grandfather who took over the responsibility of raising him at the age of five.
The sun was scorching hot that day, Chi Jiayan was sitting on the steps in the open air crying, no one was taller than that rhododendron.
Pedestrians passing by can't help but glance at it with concern.
Because Chi Jiayan is so cute, his little face is soft and fluffy, like white bread just out of the pot, his eyelashes are long and dense, and his round, watery eyes are dripping with tears, like a Washed black grapes.
However, he cried heartbroken and silent, and in a short while, he wet the steps a lot, which made people feel distressed.
Someone asked him: "Little boy, where is your mother?"
mother? He didn't remember what his mother looked like.
Then the tears were more turbulent, and silently began to sob.
Scared the good people away.
Another person came and asked him: "Little boy, why are you here alone? Where are your adults? Talk to me."
say?
He couldn't speak. The aunt in the family who didn't like him very much frightened him. As long as he spoke, he would be taken away by the long-nosed ghost.
So he was regarded as a mute, and passersby left without wanting to cause trouble.
Suddenly, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and even the scorching temperature of the sun dropped a bit.
The sound of cicadas seemed to be going away, the world was quiet, and the scorching hot air was somehow tinged with a chill.
A figure shrouded above.
"Stop crying." The unfamiliar voice above his head was cold and distant.
Chi Jiayan wiped his eyes covered with tears and raised his head, and saw a very tall man in front of him. He couldn't see his face because of the light behind his back, and he was wearing a black suit that was out of tune with this summer. Clothes, there are complicated patterns on the clothes, like the totem of some ancient beast.
Chi Jiayan saw the totem's eyes on the clothes suddenly opened and turned, and he couldn't help but start shaking.
He was still too young, and he suddenly remembered what his aunt had threatened him with, and his tears fell even more fiercely: "Wow, wow, long-nosed ghost, don't take me away, I'm very obedient..."
The man stood there and said in a calm tone, "I didn't come to take you away, and I'm not a ghost with a long nose."
Chi Jiayan sobbed and said, "You lie, you are obviously wearing black clothes... You have eyes on your clothes, and you have a long nose..."
The chill is closer.
The man squatted down to look at the group of crying little buns, and with this action, Chi Jiayan could see his face clearly - pale skin, dark eyebrows, handsome and a bit sharp facial features, it looked like Like ice from hell, it daunts those who see it.
It was an extremely cold face.
The golden sunlight hit the man's eyelashes, illuminating the amber eyes, but people couldn't see half of the feelings that belonged to the world.
If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely not dare to meet such a pair of cold eyes.
And Chi Jiayan, with tears hanging from his eyelashes and red nose, looked at him stupidly.
One big and one small looked at each other for a moment, and the man said calmly, "My nose is not long."
It's really not that long.
"Eyes are patterns on clothes," the man said.
Chi Jiayan looked nervously, the totem looked like a beast, it was really just a pattern of clothes embroidered with gold thread, but it was bright and lifelike when it was illuminated by the sun.
It's not the long-nosed ghost who came to catch him! Chi Jiayan felt relieved, and soon thought of his grandfather again, raised his head and continued to cry. This time, he cried so loudly, attracting frequent glances from passersby.
The handsome man in black frowned slightly: "I tell you not to cry."
Chi Jiayan doesn't listen, and rarely ignores that he should be a sensible child in the adult population. His grandfather is about to die, and no one will love him in the future.
He likes grandpa very much. Grandpa can tell stories about being a soldier, take him to the playground, take him to kindergarten on a bicycle, and cook him a delicious meal. Every time he felt lonely, his grandfather would hug his small body to sleep, pat his back lightly, and tell him that his parents, grandparents, and grandparents still love him in the sky.
Chi Jiayan: "Wow wow wow... I want grandpa..."
A little girl was dragged by her family and passed by, licking an ice cream with tears in her eyes.
It seemed that she had just cried, and her family bought it to coax her.
The man closed his eyes, as if he knew that there was an ice cream truck playing cheerful music on the lawn outside the hospital.
Chi Jiayan cried so heartbroken, he felt the chill go away, and then felt it returning again. He shuddered again, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the man bought an ice cream at some point in his hand, or it was him. Favorite strawberry flavor.
"Your grandfather is leaving with me." The man handed the ice cream to Chi Jiayan indifferently, like some kind of compensation, "He will be fine."
Chi Jiayan is only five years old, and he doesn't understand at all, but if he understands his grandfather, it will be very good.
"Are you a doctor?" he asked.
"No," said the man, "I am Death."
The author has something to say: Sorry for the lateness.
The little angel who has seen the first edition may have some impressions. This is the stalk of the copywriting.
There are still some unsolved, I will try to make more.
Thank you all for guessing the plot.