Falling In Love With The Grim Reaper

After getting up and eating in the morning, Chi Jiayan began to draw pictures.

The tabletop in the dining room is made of wood grain, and stacks of drawing paper and painting utensils are spread out.Chi Jiayan is very good at cultivating his own interests. He doesn't have much interpersonal communication and has a lot of free time, so he teaches himself watercolor, colored lead, oil painting, and sketching.

Sitting on the high stool, the God of Death said helplessly, "You don't need so many. A pencil will do."

Chi Jiayan was a little disappointed: "Huh?"

Hearing that he was going to ask himself to paint to help, he also wanted to do his best to perform well.

"I said you draw." Death said, "It's all some facial features, you can do it."

Chi Jiayan could only nod his head.

The two sat far away, he thought for a while, got down and moved his stool in front of Death, and then sat on it again.

"What's the matter?" The god of death didn't know why.

From his angle, he happened to be able to see Chi Jiayan's earlobe flushed with embarrassment, small, like ripe cherries against his fair skin.

Chi Jiayan didn't turn around, and straightened the paper while turning over the brush in a serious manner: "I'm already your boyfriend, so of course I want to be closer to you."

This kid must have watched a lot of TV dramas and imagined a lot of such scenes, so he copied the way other people get along with couples.

The god of death has no experience in this area. If Chi Jiayan doesn't take the initiative between them, it is likely to be no different from their past interactions.

To Chi Jiayan's surprise, the Grim Reaper easily wrapped him up in this posture, relying on the height difference, making Chi Jiayan feel as if his whole body was surrounded by this tall man from behind.

Chi Jiayan's face was also red, her heart was beating so fast that she couldn't concentrate for a while.

He recalled the scene of waking up this morning, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the perfect side face of Death. It really felt very unrealistic, like in a dream.

At this time, this sense of unreality came again.

"Well, draw a woman first." Death's deep voice was close at hand.

"Woman?" Chi Jiayan's ears felt itchy under the attack of this magnetic voice, and he repeated foolishly, "What kind of woman?"

The image of a middle-aged woman with plump breasts and fat buttocks appeared in the mind of Death. After a brief introduction, Chi Jiayan had already accurately outlined it with a few strokes, and that kind of aggressive aunt who was not easy to mess with appeared vividly on the paper.

"Hmm... I think this aunt is so fierce." Chi Jiayan commented, and then looked again, "Is it because I drew it wrong?"

The god of death curled his lips slightly.

But Chi Jiayan didn't see his smile this time, he was worried because he was afraid that he could not draw well.

Death thought, Chi Jiayan would never have the chance to know that he had sabotaged this aunt in another timeline and tore her pants.

"The painting is very good." Death stretched out his hand from behind, pointing to the woman's face, "You can try to draw a younger one, about ten years younger."

It was his mistake just now. He forgot to consider the time difference. There are still nine years before Chi Jiayan is 27 years old. Chi Jiayan is still a tender young man, and the appearance of other people should naturally change.

After drawing a few more in a row, all of them were very good, Chi Jiayan became more and more confident, and regarded it as a fun job.

"Who are they?" Chi Jiayan drew the lines seriously and asked curiously.

Reaper didn't know how to start.

He was only silent for a while, and Chi Jiayan had already spoken again.

"Are you going to find these people to do something?" Chi Jiayan asked, "Brother, are these related to your work?"

It's not just about his work.

And it was related to Chi Jiayan himself.

The god of death doesn't want Chi Jiayan to know this kind of thing, he thinks that Chi Jiayan is happy now, and he hopes to maintain this mood forever.

As for the dangerous part, let him do it.

"Yes." Death said.

After drawing for a while, the god of death talked about a man: "Chinese character face, small eyes, high nose bridge, broom eyebrows...Here, the eyes are a little weaker, yes."

After drawing more than half of it, Chi Jiayan suddenly stopped writing and turned his head: "Brother——"

The voice stopped abruptly, because he kissed a cool lips.

The god of death was looking down at the painting, when Chi Jiayan turned his head, their lips just touched.

It looks like Chi Jiayan did this on purpose.

He hurriedly retreated a little, only to see the Death God's expression remained unchanged, and said indifferently: "What's wrong?"

Blushing, Chi Jiayan turned his head and pointed at the painting: "I know this man!"

The face painted with Chinese characters is the husband of the pregnant woman in the playground.

How did Chi Jiayan know each other?

Seeing that the God of Death was puzzled, Chi Jiayan added: "Brother, you've seen him too, what's wrong with him? I thought he acted very strange that time, as if he had some mental problems. Could it be that he was dying soon or was hindered?" whats the matter?"

"When did it happen?" The god of death had no impression.

It was only then that Chi Jiayan remembered that the god of death said that the memory of a month had not been fully recovered.

He explained it.

It turned out that after Chi Jiayan was taken home by Ling Xiao, he spent half a month recuperating, during which time he spent a large part of the money he earned through various businesses to help the relocated households.He promised Ling Xiao that he would no longer do business that violated his conscience, so he only picked some businesses that were within the normal range to take over.However, there are still people who are trying to sell dog meat on the forum, clearly asking for simple things, but when they actually meet, they make other demands.

This man with a square face is like this.

Chi Jiayan agreed to go to Guozilian's home to help his "strangely ill" wife, only to find out after arriving that he was asked to change his life.

The couple had just had a prenatal checkup, and the baby was a daughter. Somehow, they found out about Chi Jiayan's ability, so they asked him to change the sex of the baby to a boy.

"What's so strange about his specific behavior?" The god of death is not surprised by the patriarchal performance of the national character face, because in the future, the national character face will be ridiculed by Chi Jiayan because of patriarchy.

"His eyes will look in two different directions." Chi Jiayan still felt a little uncomfortable thinking about it, "It's like...like..."

The God of Death looked stern, and said, "It seems like there are two people in the body."

"Yes!" Chi Jiayan nodded heavily, "Brother, do you remember?"

Death didn't remember.

Seeing that Chi Jiayan, who was used to seeing ghosts since childhood, had goosebumps on his bare arms, the god of death didn't say that it was a manifestation of human beings being possessed by the most evil dark demon.

The dark demon is born in response to the miasma of this world, and is a product of evil and gloomy. If he is reborn because of the restart of the horoscope, he will be very weak from the beginning, and he will definitely possess people to absorb life force, especially when he possesses a man in his prime. Men get twice the result with half the effort.

"He has seen me?" Death didn't answer, and asked the main point directly.

"Yes." Chi Jia said, "Brother Ling Xiao... No, it was the other you who hadn't merged with you and was waiting for me downstairs. When I went downstairs, I found him looking at us from the window, and you were still looking at us. Take a look upstairs."

So, didn't Ling Xiao find anything unusual?

Unless Chi Jiayan had something to hide.

Seeing the stern expression on Death's face and the danger hidden in his phoenix eyes, Chi Jiayan had no choice but to say honestly: "I dare not tell you that he is weird..."

"Because you took his money." Death had already guessed, "You changed the sex of his fetus."

It was just like this that the dark demon possessed by Guozilian knew the ability of this speech spirit.

Coupled with the fact that he has seen Ling Xiao, he naturally recognizes the God of Death, so...it is not surprising that he turned into Ling Xiao to deceive Yan Ling's ability.

After going around and around, the problem turned out to be caused by this idiot himself.

If it weren't for inquiring about the related deceased in the playground, the Shinigami still wouldn't be able to ascertain the true intention of the dark demon until now.

After a month of memory loss, there was such a big mistake.

Now Chi Jiayan was in double jeopardy.

The cold gradually spread in the house.

The Grim Reaper's emotions changed a lot, and he forgot to restrain himself for a while, Chi Jiayan shuddered from the cold: "Brother? Did that person do something bad?"

Chi Jiayan's eyes were big and round, exactly the same as Xiao Hei's round eyes, pitiful and cautious.

Death could not be cruel to him.

He sighed, restrained his breath, and said lightly: "Don't do this kind of thing that goes against the law of heaven again. You have other things to do. The more you use your abilities, the more powerful the backlash will be. Do you understand?"

"I have nothing else to do." Chi Jiayan lowered his head.

In fact, he also regretted it, because he didn't listen to the god of death and let the other party worry about him.

Ling Ling's ability is like a curse to him, making him unable to live and work normally, and unable to integrate into interpersonal relationships, otherwise it will bring bad luck to others.

Thinking of a possibility, he had a glimmer of hope in an instant: "Soul washing pool? Brother——"

"No." Death directly refused, "You can't bear that pain."

"Why?" Chi Jiayan was dissatisfied, "I'm not afraid of pain! I also want to live an ordinary life, and I also want to have friends! Obviously you said it..."

"That's not me." Death said, "Jiajia, I won't let you go through that kind of pain."

Chi Jiayan drooped his shoulders dejectedly.

Reaper raised his long arms and hugged him to his lap. After all, he said gently: "You don't need those. You just have me."

Human life is short, and those they pursue are meaningless things, there is no need to waste time.

If possible, after Chi Jiayan finishes his life, he will take him back to the high-dimensional world.

Chi Jiayan was still a little disappointed.

In fact, he didn't think there was anything wrong with using spiritual power to do things. It was the god of death who told him what to do and what not to do.

He ignited hope, thinking that he could get rid of this curse from now on, but was told not to do so by the god of death.

But fortunately, now that he has love, it seems that he has nothing to force.

People always want to be content.

Death patted him on the back, noticing his little emotions, and his heart softened.

"My hands are so sore." Chi Jiayan whispered, "Look, I've been drawing for hours, and my fingers are all stamped."

When the God of Death took his hand to rub it, he said again: "I need my brother to kiss me."

grim Reaper:"……"

Chi Jiayan raised his head that was buried on the shoulder of the god of death, and changed into a posture of looking at him, his eyes were glistening, and only the god of death existed.

He also stretched out a finger and tapped his lips: "It's good to kiss here, only here."

The Grim Reaper's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head.

At this moment, there was a loud "bang" in the ear, which was the sound of glass shattering.

Immediately afterwards, the deer made a noisy and exaggerated voice: "Fuck, fuck, it's broad daylight!! You continue!!..."

No one expected that Lu Cheng would come over at this time.

Chi Jiayan originally had his eyes closed, but he was still embarrassed when Lu Cheng caught him throwing himself into his arms and kissing him. He opened his eyes and wanted to get off Death's lap, but was held down tightly.

The amber pupils of the god of death were close in front of him, and Chi Jiayan's face was reflected in them, his eyes were indifferent.

Dissatisfied with being interrupted, he casually took an object that he didn't even look at and threw it at Lucheng, the other party's voice suddenly became farther away: "I'll go! Just as long as you are happy!!"

Immediately afterwards, the god of death kissed a little deeper, and tore off the red thread hanging from the small golden bottle around Chi Jiayan's neck with one hand.

He stretched out his other hand and covered Chi Jiayan's eyes.

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