Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

"Boom - bang -"

"what--"

On the spacious road, the vehicles passing by followed the traffic lights and moved forward in an orderly manner. Occasionally, a few vehicles were moving at an alarming speed. Everyone subconsciously gave way and ran to a safe range.

A harsh sound of braking broke through the howling wind around and rushed into everyone's eardrums, followed by a sharp and terrifying collision and a horrified wailing.

"..."

"What happened?"

"I think I bumped into someone in front, my God!"

Not far from the intersection, a tall and heavy garbage truck was parked in the center of the right lane.

Ten meters behind, the rear of the red battery car had been crushed to pieces.

Next to them lay two bloody bodies, one large and one small. Books were scattered all over the floor, and the mottled blood stained the words on the cover in bright red.

"Call 120 quickly, hurry up, hurry up..."

"This kid is going to die. Please call the police quickly, right?"

"How do you drive?"

"very scary……"

"Why doesn't it seem to be moving? What should I do?"

Several young girls burst into tears instantly after just one glance and couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

What no one noticed was that the mother and son who were originally lying on the ground suddenly stood up from the ground intact, with no difference except that their faces were slightly pale.

"Mother......"

The little boy timidly hid behind his mother, but couldn't help but poke his head out and look across curiously.

It seemed that there was something more frightening to him than himself lying on the ground, whose face was so blurry that he could no longer see his face.

The mother was also a little panicked and protected her child: "You, you, you...who are you?"

Among the crowd, I saw a person wearing a black robe standing. The wide brim of the hat covered half of his face. He could only tell that he was a woman from his delicate chin and beautiful lips.

Even though it covers most of the face, it's hard to look away.

"follow me."

The little boy hesitated for a while, then tugged at the corner of his mother's clothes: "Mom, it's a beautiful sister."

"...Don't talk."

It just came out and was pushed back again.

The child didn't understand. The adult had already seen the surrounding situation clearly, and had a vague guess in his heart. He lowered his head and pulled the little man behind him into his arms and hugged him, his voice choked with sobs: "My child... "

As if thinking of something, she suddenly raised her head, full of hope: "Save him, please, he is only so old, can you save my child..."

"I'm going with you, please save him."

Because I couldn't shed any more tears, my red eyes seemed to be about to burst into tears.

As soon as my knees bent, I wanted to pull the child to kneel down.

After resistance, hope turned to despair.

The man in black stepped forward, his robe mopping the floor was not stained by any dust or blood, and his tone was still extremely indifferent: "He saw me earlier than you."

The woman was stunned and looked down at her arms. The little boy was crying and had already seen his body.

He didn't know much about the situation at this time and crawled up to her: "Mom, I don't want to be separated from you, no, I'm afraid..."

Like a trembling little cub.

"...Okay, if we don't separate, let's go together, okay?"

"it is good."

"Mom is here, don't be afraid."

"it is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three figures disappeared silently into the noisy crowd.

Yan He, the messenger of the underworld, has been ferrying souls across the world for hundreds of years, and has long been unable to make any waves in matters of life and death.

Watching the figures of the big one and the small one walking away, they lowered their eyes slightly and looked indifferent.

But in fact.

[I have been in the small world for fifty years. Don't tell me that stinky wolf has not been born yet. ]

Xiao Bian, who was hiding in the space, blinked, and the leaves above his head swayed, feeling a little guilty: [Shenjun, don't worry, it's going to be quick. ]

[Or do you mean I have to wait until he dies before I can go find him? ]

[......]

Little Bian'an was trembling, a little worried that the host would directly attack the weak master in the small world when they met.

After enduring it, he still reminded in a low voice: [You can’t get the reincarnation stone back by using violence~]

Before he could even retract his voice, he felt a cold gaze falling on him.

Hmm~ Don’t they all say that Luoxia Shenjun is very gentle? ? ?

Liar!

Seeing that the little guy's soft ears stood up, Yan He concealed the smile in his eyes and did not embarrass it any more.

But silently made another note to Yousu.

If he hadn't swallowed his rebirth stone, she wouldn't have come to the Three Thousand Worlds to accompany him through the calamity.

Now that she has been here for so long and she still hasn't appeared, this stinky wolf did it on purpose.

Just as he was thinking about it, the spiritual stone on his waist flickered, and Yan He disappeared from the place in a flash.

We arrived at the hospital in a blink of an eye.

After being in this world for fifty years, she has already adapted to modern advancements.

Walking towards the closed ward, a skinny man with a bare head was lying there, suffering from pain, his face was sunken and his complexion was dark.

When he saw her, he didn't seem surprised. The hand hanging by his side moved feebly: "It turns out that the God of Death really exists in this world."

"I'm not the God of Death, I'm just the extraditer of your soul."

The other party obviously didn't care what her identity was, and murmured to himself: "Am I finally free?"

The blue-grey face finally felt a little relaxed.

But there were always tears in his eyes, and his lips trembled slightly: "When should I leave?"

For souls that are still alive, the messenger from the underworld has the right to selectively inform them, giving them a chance to fulfill their wishes.

"Eleven o'clock at night."

Hearing this, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and turned away to look at the white roof: "That's enough, that's enough."

In this world, apart from monasteries and temples, only hospitals have the most believers.

Yan He weaved through the sounds of prayer, paused suddenly when passing the nurse's desk, turned around and walked towards one of the wards.

He walked through the door without any hindrance, and his eyes stayed on the person lying on the hospital bed for a long time.

He curled his lips and smiled.

But she was found.

Slowly walking towards the bed, the man's facial features are deep and three-dimensional, his nose is high, his forehead is full, and even his eyebrows are beautiful. It can be said that he is perfect and impeccable.

It's this sickly look that is inexplicably annoying to the eyes.

[What's going on here? ]

Yousu has never had such a side. He looks strong on the outside, but is actually extremely weak.

Look at this desperate state.

The hand hanging by his side moved and stretched towards the person on the bed.

The green leaves on Little Bianhua's head are soaring to the sky: "God, please be merciful!" ! ! ! ! You can't get it back, right? ]

Yan He pulled up the quilt and glanced at it in disgust: "What's the noise about?" ]