Falling In Love With The Grim Reaper

The rain that was forced to fall by Yan Ling's words finally came two hours later.

Ling Xiao and Chi Jiayan stood on the bus platform, there were not many pedestrians, and there was a smell of sweat mixed with wet dust in the air.

Chi Jiayan looked at the rain curtain, and said to himself worriedly: "I don't know if Sister Qiuqiu's performance is over, Uncle Yu..."

But Ling Xiao's face was stern, but the scene just now appeared in his mind uncontrollably.

He said that the place he was in was an endless hell.

In fact, that is probably a description, which is more in line with the description of where the god of death is in this world.

Ling Xiao actually came from another high-dimensional world.As the earliest human beings who migrated to high dimensions in ancient times, they have always been concerned about the low-dimensional world.I don't know who discovered the close connection between the two worlds. If there is a mistake or disorder in the low-dimensional world, the high-dimensional world will be greatly affected.In order to ensure order, they invented the horoscope and had to assign different people to carry out different tasks. Among them, fate was the leader who came to the low-dimensional world to maintain order.

Over time, a small number of low-dimensional human beings discovered this matter, and they exaggerated it, established different religions, and fabricated different myths.

As long as Ling Xiao can remember, he has been burdened with the most difficult job in the world-death.

He has no sorrow, no joy, no desire and no desire.

Born alone, returned to be celibate.

Fate told him that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and he needed to persevere until the day when the world was united and everything was quiet before he could unload the burden.

Sometimes it feels more like punishment than work.

He can't go back to his own world, because the job seems to have no end.

He also can't blend in with humans because he doesn't have their emotions.

For Ling Xiao, his life is equal to: nothing.

Imagine the endless nothingness, what is it if it is not an endless hell?

At that time, they were still in Congshu's office. He said that he was in an endless hell, and when he said it, he realized that he did not know when he had become malicious towards this way of life.

How did Chi Jiayan answer?

Oh, this innocent Yan Ling said: "What does that matter? I am willing to accompany my brother to hell. If I can't come, brother, you must come to me. I will be very lonely if I die alone."

Just thinking of this, Ling Xiao was pulled a bit.

"Brother is gone." Chi Jiayan pulled his sleeve, "The car is here."

I don't know when a big red bus has arrived, and the color is even brighter under the washing of the rain.

With this red background, Chi Jiayan's face looks fairer, and his eyes are as dense as ink.

They followed the crowd into the car, and the car was crowded, so Ling Xiao stood holding the handle.As for Chi Jiayan, who was still short, he hugged one of his arms, holding him tightly, and seemed to be a little more affectionate than usual.

Probably because Ling Xiao not only let Yu Congshu go, but also spared his life.

The bus stopped and went, and people in the carriages came and went.

Ling Xiao was out of his mind for a while, and suddenly realized that through the reflection of the window glass, the young man beside him seemed to be looking at him in the glass all the time.

Unexpectedly, Ling Xiao would suddenly raise his head, and the eyes of the two collided in the projection on the glass.

Chi Jiayan's face immediately turned red.

"Yan Ling, what are you looking at?" Ling Xiao asked.

Chi Jiayan unconsciously let go of Ling Xiao's arm, and there is no silver 300 taels here: "No, no, I didn't look at you."

Ling Xiao: "..."

Chi Jiayan looked embarrassed.

He lowered his head, only the tip of a red ear sticking out of his black hair: "I, I just want to say thank you to my brother."

Ling Xiao didn't speak.

"Because my brother has been accommodating me since we met." Chi Jiayan said, "It was when I was five years old, this year, and just now. I know that I have affected my brother's work, so I really want to say thank you."

"Hmm." Ling Xiao frowned slightly.

He didn't know why no matter who he was, he seemed to be led by the nose by this boy.

Such changes require adaptation.

Before Chi Jiayan finished speaking, the bus suddenly braked suddenly, causing him to stagger and almost fall down.

Fortunately, Ling Xiao next to him grabbed his collar like a chicken, light and weightless.

After getting off the car, Ling Xiao walked in front, and Chi Jiayan stopped him from behind.

Ling Xiao turned around and saw Chi Jiayan smiling with courage: "Brother, although you are the god of death, we agreed last time that you will definitely take me away next time. But I still want to tell you that I know you You... are really the luckiest thing in my life."

No one ever told Death that he was lucky to know you.

Ling Xiao's eyes darkened, and he walked away expressionlessly.

He still has a lot of things to deal with, there are too many abnormal deaths in this world.

It was a month later that Ling Xiao met Chi Jiayan again.

There was a major accident at a certain construction site that day, and more than a dozen workers died, all of them by accident.

Lu Cheng was ordered to come to help.

After handling everything in a mess, Lu Cheng joked: "Master Ling Xiao, you are wearing human clothes now, but you are much younger than when you were wearing black robes in the past. Are you planning to relax yourself? "

There are actually quite a few black robes in Ling Xiao's mansion in the underworld, which are the uniform uniforms customized for him by fate, and there are hundreds of them.

But Ling Xiao recently bought a lot of black clothes, all of which are more in line with ordinary people's styles.

Perhaps subconsciously, he wanted to escape the way of death.

But such evil thoughts were suppressed by him forcefully, Ling Xiao did not allow himself to have such mood swings, and it was even more impossible to tell the deer who was about to become the next god of death.

"By the way, speaking of clothes, the last time I went to Jiajia's place, he was actually washing your clothes." Lu Cheng grinned sullenly, almost rolling on the ground, "He is really poor, he doesn't even have a washing machine, so he moved to another place." The stools and big basins are washed there, I doubt that other people are not as tall as their clothes."

Ling Xiao still has a black robe in that messy home.

He took off the mask, his phoenix eyes did not have the slightest wave: "Have you been to his house?"

Lu Cheng clicked his tongue twice: "Oh, it's not about Yu Congshu."

It turned out that after Yu Congshu went to watch his daughter's performance that day, he voluntarily surrendered after explaining the funeral in the car.

People only thought that he died suddenly, and only Yu Xiaoqiu knew what happened.

On the day of the funeral, Chi Jiayan went to attend, but Yu Xiaoqiu just took a look at him from a distance, and Yu Xiaoqiu looked away.Her feelings towards Chi Jiayan were too complicated, she was grateful and sympathetic, but the pain of losing her father made her have to examine the rumors about Chi Jiayan.

Misfortune star, broom star, that's how the people around him describe Chi Jiayan.

Yu Xiaoqiu didn't believe it in the past, but now he has resentment, but also fear.

Lu Cheng was also at the scene with the Soul-devouring Beast, and he took back the Lingzhu smoothly. He was just going to see it on the way, but he saw this scene unexpectedly.

He thought Chi Jiayan would cry.

Unexpectedly, the other party only had red eye circles, but still smiled and showed two dimples: "It's okay, anyway... Sister Qiuqiu is not my friend either."

"If you're not your friend, you're still willing to die for her father?" Lu Cheng was surprised, "It's too holy!"

"I don't deserve it." Chi Jiayan pretended not to care, "I don't deserve friends."

Lu Cheng was still chattering in front of him: "Damn it, my heart ached when I saw it. You don't know his smile at that time, it was really dazzling. Is every speech spirit so miserable?"

Ling Xiao released Cang Feng, riding on his back, aloof: "Every identity has its own responsibility."

Lu Cheng waved his hand: "Eh? Why is the topic suddenly so heavy. By the way, last time you went to see Dream God's dream with him, what did you see? Isn't it very interesting!"

"No comment." Ling Xiao said.

Cang Feng sniffed a bit of air, moved his ears twice, scratched the ground with his front paws, and carried Ling Xiao into the air.

The remaining deer scratched his ears and cheeks, opened his sleeves and let the Soul-devouring Beast enter absent-mindedly, thinking: Couldn't that child see through it at a glance?Why does Master Ling Xiao insist on seeing his dreams?What can't I say?

Chi Jiayan didn't know that someone was coveting his dream, had seen his dream.

He sank into the big soft pillow, his black hair covered half of his face, and his figure looked like a child who hadn't grown up.

In the middle of the night, Ling Xiao came, and he stood by the bed, silent.

And the Oneiroi who came with him supported Chi Jiayan's dream.

Mengshen held a glowing ball in his hand, and it kept flashing fragments of Chi Jiayan's dream.

Those fragments are fake and real, and it takes concentration to distinguish them.

"Master Ling Xiao." Oneiroi said, "What are you looking for?"

Ling Xiao said: "...Me."

Oneiroi has always been taciturn.

Her five-colored hair is radiant, and when her eyes are closed, there are stirrer-winged butterflies on her eyelashes.

Such an exile-like figure formed an extreme contrast with the gloomy god of death.

Hearing such a request, Oneiroi subconsciously wanted to ask just as he opened his mouth, but turned around and saw Death's indifferent eyes.

Even though he is also the god of this world, Oneiroi couldn't help but tremble in his heart, feeling a little overwhelmed.

As the dream ball turned, Ling Xiao saw many things he didn't know.He saw Chi Jiayan crying into a box of banknotes of different denominations, saw Chi Jiayan secretly following behind Yu Xiaoqiu, and saw Chi Jiayan blessing Yu Xiaoqiu again and again.

Of course, he also saw Chi Jiayan's lonely life.

His parents who passed away suddenly, his classmates who rejected him, and his teachers who always ignored him.

The cousin who bowed his head from the teaching building and deliberately scolded him, and those ghosts who stared at him along the way.

Chi Jiayan lives in the cracks, obviously has a strong ability, like an ant who lives like a dog.

What's more, Ling Xiao can see himself.

To be exact, many of what he saw were his future self.

The rainy road, the driver's yelling, and the black cat.

The swimming pool under the sun, the near-death feeling of almost drowning, and the avenue we walked together.

Gradually, these fragments made Ling Xiao understand one thing. Every time the future self travels, it is at the moment of Chi Jiayan's death, and Chi Jiayan is fully aware of all this. I agreed to take him with me.So from the beginning to the end, Chi Jiayan knew that he would die in the hands of the god of death.

Then why did Chi Jiayan still do this and try to get close to him, Ling Xiao didn't understand.

He thought he would never see that child again.