Falling In Love With The Grim Reaper

Ling Xiao finally made his choice.

No, maybe the balance in his heart was tilted quietly when he was caught off guard by such a child and threw him into his arms that year.

That collision was like a spark, which ignited Ling Xiao's loneliness and despair for thousands of years, and ignited a raging fire, until he revealed his original heart that had exhausted his endurance.

The promise of fate to him is that until the day when the two worlds reach a balance, he can return to the original world.

But that was too long, so long that there was no end in sight.

He must have no desires, no desires, no sorrows and no joys all year round. The joys of the world have nothing to do with him, and he can only do nothing about the tragedies of time.

Ling Xiao felt that this was actually a punishment given to him by fate, like a life sentence.

Why, he thought, he had had enough.

Ling Xiao is unwilling to continue performing his duties.

He carried Chi Jiayan away in front of everyone, and none of the mortals dared to stop him.

In the face of this absolute power, they all couldn't put away their natural fear of the God of Death.

The god of death also showed up when he was saving He Kangcheng, and now his eyes were cold, and his body was full of chills, which was no different than Ling Xiao who was holding Chi Jiayan.

And Chi Jiayan curled up in the arms of another self, with a shy expression, a little blush on his pale face, it could be seen that he was relaxed because he felt safe.

Such a posture looks ambiguous and delicate, making Chi Jiayan look like a protected darling.

Although Lu Cheng knew what Chi Jiayan was thinking, it was only at this moment that four words appeared in his mind: Beauty is a disaster.

It really fits his identity very well.

"Brother..." Chi Jiayan hesitated, his voice was a little hoarse, he felt a little scared when he saw the ugly face of the god of death.

Death was unmoved.

Ling Xiao, who was holding the person in his arms, agreed with a "hmm" as a matter of course, and raised his eyelids: "Blue Wind."

The howl of wolves resounded through the sky, and a giant wolf the size of a truck appeared out of thin air. Its ferocious fangs and shiny black hair made people tremble.

"Help!!!"

"what--"

People fled everywhere.

Cang Feng bent down and stretched out its front paws, Ling Xiao stepped on its front paws, still maintaining the posture of holding Chi Jiayan in his arms.

The two of them disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Lu Cheng was frightened: "My lord...this..."

This Lord Ling Xiao actually said he would not do it!

This is because I fell out with myself, and I want to put down the pick?

God, how should he deal with this unprecedented large-scale strike scene?

Unexpectedly, the god of death beside him also summoned the blue wind, and even rode on its back without saying a word.

Lu Cheng's whole body is going to be bad: "You..."

This blue wind was extremely irritable, it raised its head and howled, the loud noise made the fleeing people's legs go weak and they couldn't help but collapse on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, Reaper turned the watch, and the time pointed to the time when he was 13 years old.

Knowing that this timeline would cease to exist once the error was corrected, he didn't intend to deal with the mortals' reactions to the sight.

He took one last look at the chaos of howling ghosts and howling wolves, and then disillusioned into an afterimage and disappeared into the air.

Lu Cheng wants to cry but has no tears.

It's okay for one to go on strike suddenly, but the other doesn't care about anything!

These innocent mortals at the scene were frightened by the god of death twice in succession, so it's no wonder that they all suffered from mental illness.

He had to take out the Soul-devouring Beast again.

The black furballs come out of the sleeves with their mouths wide open, and this time they will eat up the memories.

The Grim Reaper travels through the Time Tunnel.

Soon, he found Chi Jiayan's 13-year-old node.

The Qingshui community in the dark is the same as in memory.

In the distance, he put away the blue wind and landed on the balcony of that dilapidated house.

There were two people in the room, and there was a somewhat sad atmosphere.

One of them is himself wearing a mask, and the other is 13-year-old Chi Jiayan.

The two people in the room turned their heads at the same time.

Chi Jiayan was still young at this time, his black and soft hair set off his white skin, his eyes were big and round, but he lacked the weird and evil feeling he had when he grew up, and looked innocent and well-behaved.

He suddenly opened his mouth, because he was very surprised to see another death god, and his expression...was a little cute.

Because Ling Xiao's memory has been absorbed, this Chi Jiayan has a completely different feeling in the eyes of the god of death.

He knew that after this night, Chi Jiayan would go to the scene of the gas leak to find him, and then rely infinitely and trust him sincerely.

He also knew that his purpose in coming here was to end all of this. .

The other god of death realized that his reason for coming was not simple, and he was born with a sensitive sense of danger, which made him take a step forward and block Chi Jiayan.

"Why are you here?" Another god of death asked coldly.

"And you, where are you from?" He asked back.

Even their voices are completely consistent, and Death finds that he has fully adapted to talking to himself in various time periods.

"I'm from the future," said another Death.

and many more!

The god of death's pupils suddenly tightened under the mask!

This scene!Isn't that what happened in this room before!The difference is that the protagonists are all themselves, but their identities have been reversed!

That time, the future self once claimed that he was here to change the wrong!

Time is all messed up.

History is repeating itself.

"What a coincidence. Me too." He couldn't find a better explanation, so he had to say.

Another grim reaper frowned beneath the mask.

The god of death has no time to pay attention to the doubts of his other self. It is important to do business now. As long as he can overturn the history and let Chi Jiayan die, everything will be irrelevant, so he waved to Chi Jiayan.

Originally, he wanted to call Yan Ling unceremoniously, but he suddenly recalled what Jiajia said to Ling Xiao in his mind—"I like you to call me Jiajia very much", so he softened his tone a little, and prepared to say Chi Jiayan lured him over.

He beckoned and said, "Jiajia, come here."

The 13-year-old Chi Jiayan didn't know why, seeing two identical brothers for the first time made him stunned.

Fortunately, no matter when he is 13 years old or young, he seems to have no resistance to this intimate title, and he can't help but walk towards death.

It's almost over!

This child disturbed his mind and wasted a lot of his time.

In the long years, he has never made so many mistakes on the same thing!

He reached out and grabbed Chi Jiayan's neck, and lifted him up!

The delicate and silky touch, the fragile slenderness, reminds the god of death all the time, this is just a child.

Immediately there was a terrifying gasp, Chi Jiayan blushed suddenly, and his legs kicked helplessly in mid-air.

As long as the god of death exerts more force, Chi Jiayan will surely die.

……

"Who are you? Why are you wearing a mask?" A soft child's voice sounded.

In the heavy rain, that soft little dumpling was holding a small red umbrella, which was no higher than his waist.

"Didn't you bring an umbrella?" Xiaotuanzi raised his head and asked, "Do you want to walk with me?"

"Brother, squat down a little bit." Xiaotuanzi raised his head and beckoned his little hands, with the umbrella handle on his shoulders, and carefully wiped off the rainwater for the stranger in front of him with a handkerchief.

……

"Brother, is it possible to accumulate Yin virtue by doing good deeds?"

"Brother, help me... I don't want to die."

……

The young man who survived the catastrophe was wet all over, and his eyes were clear: "Brother, you are here. Last time you said that we would meet soon, but I have been waiting for eight years."

……

The young man looked down at the ground: "I cursed him, but I don't regret it at all. My brother really hates a bad guy like me. Actually, I didn't mean to be so bad..."

"My brother is the patron saint."

……

"Brother!" The young man followed behind cheekily, his clear and clear voice became a little hoarse, "Please, be my friend! It doesn't matter if you don't accompany me, please promise me to be my first friend! "

"Brother, you are so kind. I can't even walk...Can you carry me?"

……

"Brother, am I going to die?"

"I'm actually a little happy." The boy wiped away his tears, "I can finally see my parents again. Finally, I won't be alone again."

……

"For people like me, it's better not to be friends with ordinary people. It's true that she wants to help me, but I can't hurt her."

"Brother, take me away." The young man's eyes were firm, "Is it possible to maintain balance? Anyway, I'm also a villain, so it's better to get rid of me as soon as possible."

……

"Can you show me what you look like?"

"Shouldn't you show it?" The boy was very disappointed, "Today is my birthday. Is it okay to have the last birthday wish?"

"Actually, it's nothing. I just suddenly discovered that you and my friend look a bit alike."

……

"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..."

"It's really the luckiest thing in my life."

……

Memories flash back uncontrollably.

The Grim Reaper was shaken, and tried hard to drive away the pictures that affected his judgment.

But it was all in vain.

enough!

He could feel the life of this young man who disturbed his long journey slowly slipping away in his own hands, and he didn't want to be told by Ling Xiao—"Why do you always feel that it's just me who is weak? Aren't you the same? Why did you allow me that day?" He is alive, why did you save that idiot today? Aren't you afraid that he will regret it afterwards? When will you admit that you can't bear it? "

Do not!

He won't admit it.

The god of death sneered and said to another god of death in the room who was trying to stop him: "Ling Xiao, things have changed. I come from the future to help you correct the mistakes you made today."

But after he finished saying this, the other god of death flickered and grabbed Chi Jiayan back in an instant.

The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see his movements clearly.

Chi Jiayan narrowly escaped death, subconsciously hugging another God of Death, gasping for breath, coughing and trembling uncontrollably: "Brother, brother..."

The tone is full of trust and dependence.

And another god of death comforted Chi Jiayan, with such an obvious desire to protect, he said to him in a cold voice: "He can't die yet."

Death's eyes dimmed.

The expression hidden under the mask also turned gray.

Is the biggest opponent really him?

Because it wasn't until the hand was empty that the god of death realized that his hand had almost completely let go of his strength, so he let the person in his hand be easily snatched away.

His body had already betrayed his will one step ahead.

He tried to wake up the person in front of him: "Really. You are lying to yourself. Chi Jiayan must die early, and we should finish ahead of time."

Another god of death said: "The next time will be the perfect moment of death."

Sure enough, it was the expected answer.

The god of death thought a little desperately: As long as he can't conquer himself, he will never be able to do so.

Everything is an endless loop.

After all, Ling Xiao is not the only one who is weak.

Weakness is him and him and him.

"Tomorrow and tomorrow," he said, "doesn't my presence explain the problem?"

I can't kill it, I can't bear it.

I can't lie to myself.

Every time, I tell myself there is a next time.

The two stood face to face without saying a word, and neither of them gave way first.

The god of death finally dispelled the extravagant hope that he could make the right decision in the past, and raised his forehead and said: "Forget it. You are me, and I am you. How can I expect you to be more thorough than I am now."

"What happened?" asked the other Reaper.

Faced with such an inquiry, the God of Death's eyes locked on the neck of the young man in his arms, where a bruise mark was strangled by his killing intent.

And the young man leaned against him softly, his brows were tightly closed, looking fragile and well-behaved, he had already passed out.

The god of death realized that seeing the scene in front of him, he didn't regret being soft again, nor did he regret why he didn't kill Chi Jiayan. He even breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Chi Jiayan just passed out.

This reaction simply ran counter to the purpose of my coming here.

Forcing yourself to complete this task of repairing time was impossible in the first place.

He fell into an endless loop of "decided to kill" - "reluctant to kill" - "delay until next time".

The future is getting more and more chaotic.

Death remembers that before he came to this world, fate once said to him: "Ling Xiao, everything I arranged has a definite number, one link after another, there is no irrelevant cause and effect in the world, and none of you can break it at will."

Little, he was very worried that he would get lost in the low dimension: "What if it breaks? Will I not be able to come back?"

Destiny smiled, avoiding the question of whether it will come back or not, but said gently: "If it breaks, try to repair it."

"What if it can't be repaired?" He wanted to break the casserole and ask the end.

Fate pondered for a while, and then said: "There is a reason why it can't be repaired, and this reason will only appear in you. If there is a day when the karma cannot be repaired, just let it go. Follow your heart, The mess will unravel naturally."

Follow your heart.

That means that the god of death may not be able to return to the future before he made the time-space jump.

Apparently he's stuck in a situation where karma cannot be repaired.

The other self in front of him was waiting with bated breath for Chi Jiayan, who was holding everything into an endless loop. His concern and tension were hidden under the mask, and he was waiting for an answer as to why he did this.

As for Chi Jiayan, it may be the biggest bug in this space-time restoration.

The god of death knew that the seemingly hard mask was about to crack a tiny crack.

There is no going back.

To tell this self what happened in the future?

Do you want to tell him... because of this child, did you have thoughts that you shouldn't have?

Death shook his head and finally made a decision.

"Since I can't change, I can't tell you the future."

After saying this, he turned the watch on his wrist.

He is leaving.

Go back to the timeline before you came back.

Everything in the future will be covered from the node of Chi Jiayan.

No matter what the result was, he decided to accept it.

It wasn't until this moment that he seemed to be enlightened and had to accept the fact: he—— cared about this child very much.

It took him longer than Ling Xiao to figure it out.

He - wants Chi Jiayan.

Whether it is as a god, an elder, a brother, or a lover.

The author has something to say: Well, the god of death really doesn't jump around this time, you guys feel dizzy watching it.

Then it starts off easy.