Falling In Love With The Grim Reaper

"Don't show it?" Chi Jiayan was very disappointed, "Today is my birthday. Can I have my last birthday wish too?"

Such a pitiful appearance doesn't suit him a bit.

So what are the forced people in that classroom?

He's grown up and strong enough to handle anything but death.

Reaper took off his mask and looked at him coldly.

The moment the god of death took off his mask, naturally, the god of death also appeared.

His complexion was pale, his brows and eyes were extremely cold, and he looked like an ice sculpture.

He just stood there, ruthless, desireless, sad, and happy.

Chi Jiayan should have been surprised by this sharp yet handsome face like a cold blade, but he was only dazed for a moment in his eyes.

The two looked at each other, and the god of death inexplicably felt that such looking at each other was a bit familiar, but that familiarity was like a mess of threads, which disappeared as soon as he let go.

The Grim Reaper quickly put on his mask again, hiding his figure again.

Chi Jiayan quickly put away the daze in his eyes and regained his senses.He returned to smiling, and said a word without thinking, like a sigh.

"Sure enough...they are the same..."

"What?" Death asked.

Chi Jiayan waved his hand: "Actually, it's nothing, I just suddenly discovered that you and my friend look a bit alike."

"You already have friends now?" Reaper was quite surprised.

"Yes." Chi Jiayan nodded, "Is brother unhappy?"

Reaper: "...not at all."

"Oh……"

With his hands in his pockets and a little black cat on his shoulder, Chi Jiayan walked towards the ice cream shop across the road.

It is located near the school, and the traffic becomes more complicated when school is over. The traffic lights flashed, and the vehicles that had been waiting for a long time drove towards the next intersection.

As the car came and went, Chi Jiayan turned his head and waved his hands: "Brother, do you want ice cream? You'll be happier if you eat an ice cream. This time I'll treat you."

Death did not speak.

He saw the air of death spreading from under Chi Jiayan's feet, and layers of black air gradually surrounded Chi Jiayan.

Not far away, a shop owner was carrying a basket full of oranges, because the newly renovated store next door needed to install glass, and the shop owner had to vacate the fruit position.

Maybe it was too heavy, or the material was rotten, and the bottom of the bamboo basket suddenly broke.

The plump fresh oranges were unrestrained and rolled around.

"Damn it!" The shopkeeper cursed and annoyed secretly, and then reminded passers-by loudly, "Be careful! Watch out! Don't step on my oranges!"

Passers-by bypassed one after another.

Chi Jiayan bought two cones in the store, one with chocolate flavor and one with matcha flavor.

He smiled and thanked the clerk Yanyan, then walked out with his legs up, stepping into the sunlight.

"Bang dang!!"

A bicycle tire hit the orange and fell hard to the ground.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The pug in the basket jumped out.

"Niuniu—" the owner shouted anxiously.

All of this is like a slow motion in a movie, infinitely stretched at this perfect moment of death, every frame, every second, is so clear.

The smile on Chi Jiayan's face was still there, and the dimples on his lips were faintly visible.

The pug ran away in fright and bumped into the installer's leg.The worker staggered and stepped on it again. The pug barked.

At that moment, Chi Jiayan didn't look back.

The glass hit the wall, and the fragments flew, and one of the sharpest triangular fragments ejected and inserted into Chi Jiayan's artery.

As long as Chi Jiayan hides for a while, he can miss it, but this time he is destined to be unable to escape.

The blood spewing out under the snow-white sun reminded the god of death of the blood that 27-year-old Chi Jiayan kept vowing to compete with him on the big pendulum and spit out after being backlashed.

No one can stop the footsteps of death.

—except Death himself.

"Brother Lingxiao..." Chi Jiayan knelt down on the ground, and then fell on his side.

The ice cream was scattered on the ground, Chi Jiayan covered his neck with one hand, and stretched out the other hand into the air, as if he was very attached.

In the sunlight, his fingertips were almost transparent white.

Grim Reaper had a splitting headache.

Immediately afterwards, Cang Feng also started to stir, and the shrill howling of wolves came out, everything was coming to an end.

The perfect moment of death is being constructed into the most perfect death.

The hand of the god of death involuntarily touched the hand that Chi Jiayan stretched out towards him. Before touching it, the headache intensified further, because the memories of the god of death that belonged to this timeline were pouring into his brain middle.

In the blink of an eye, the still fresh "past events" reappeared in his mind moment by scene.

It turned out that when he left Chi Jiayan at the age of 13, the past had quietly changed at some point.

five years ago.

A gas leak caused a big explosion on the first floor. As many people were resting at home on the weekend, 31 people including the elderly and children died that day.Every unnatural large-scale death scene has the existence of the god of death. As soon as those dead souls appeared, they immediately heard the howling of the blue wind, and gradually turned into spirit beads that were about to return to the horoscope.

When such a large-scale mass death occurred, many lonely and wild ghosts came to stare at it, wanting to take the opportunity to get a piece of the pie, such as looking for a replacement for the dead or something.

The Grim Reaper took a long time to deal with these, and felt a little tired.

Cang Feng was out of breath, whistling and turned into a golden totem attached to his black robe, ready to rest.

At this moment, a voice muttered: "Ling Xiao?"

Hearing this name that no one has changed for thousands of years, Death God Lingxiao turned his head and saw a half-grown boy standing on the bare lawn. He looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with delicate features, a clear temperament, and a probing face. .

"Is it... brother Ling Xiao?" the boy asked again.

Ling Xiao frowned under the mask: "It's me. Who are you?"

Unexpectedly, just as he replied, the boy ran over, crashed into his arms like a small rocket, and hugged him tightly.

"It's really you!" The boy's tone was full of surprises lost and found, and he chattered endlessly, "I thought you were that villain! Fortunately, I know your name. It scared me to death. When I opened it Eyes, you are gone! Brother! I thought you were gone!"

Ling Xiao had never seen this boy before.

Being hugged suddenly by someone, feeling the warmth of a human body, the pale frost on Ling Xiao's body disappeared as quickly as the warmth of spring.

Ling Xiao didn't like the change that made him feel vulnerable. He stretched out a finger, poked the boy's forehead, and ruthlessly pushed him away.

The boy didn't seem to be disgusted with this "disgusting" action, he was quite used to it, and he obediently pushed him away by poking his forehead.

"Who are you?" Ling Xiao said condescendingly, "How can you see me?"

The boy suddenly opened his eyes wide, and said incredulously, "I'm Chi Jiayan! Brother, why did you forget?"

As the chill returned, Ling Xiao put down his hands indifferently: "Chi Jiayan?"

Chi Jiayan was not as tall as his shoulders. He was clearly a human being, but he was not afraid of him at all.

He was not annoyed when he was pushed away, and he pulled up Ling Xiao's clothes familiarly, and asked around with concern: "Brother, are you injured? By the way, is it the one who looks the same as you?" The man in black?! Did he hurt you?! It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have passed out.”

He said this more and more in a low voice, and finally, this handsome young man flushed all over his face.

Chi Jiayan was really annoyed, and felt that he was cowardly and useless.

When he woke up, he was already lying on the bed, Xiao Hei was lying on the head of the bed, and the house was quiet.Suddenly recalling what happened before, he was startled to realize that the elder brother might have fought with the black-robed man who said he wanted to "correct his mistakes", and he couldn't help but feel very worried.

Fortunately, he knew his brother's identity, heard his name before he passed out, and knew where to look for him, and he found him.

"A man in black robe like me?" Ling Xiao frowned, "Who is that?"

"It should be a bad guy." The young man tugged on his sleeve and said in a nutshell.

The more Ling Xiao listened to it, the more he found it unbelievable. He probably understood that what Chi Jiayan was talking about was his future self, and the future self... had a fight?

This is ridiculous.

Chi Jiayan didn't seem to know about this, he didn't understand why three "brothers" appeared at the same time, he thought he was the same person as the future him, and the other man in black was a villain.

Ling Xiao remained silent, and began to think about why such a situation occurred.

He looked at Chi Jiayan's fair neck, and there was a black and blue finger print on it, which matched his finger mark.

It seemed like he wanted to protect him for his future self, and his future self wanted to kill him?

Ling Xiao felt a little headache.

"Brother, why don't you remember anything?" After Chi Jiayan finished speaking, he squeezed his hand nervously.

Ling Xiao didn't want to speculate on the future, he said coldly: "Well, let it go."

"... Oh." Chi Jiayan let go of his hand.

From Ling Xiao's perspective, he happened to be able to see Chi Jiayan's trembling eyelashes.

It seems that such indifference... makes the boy a little sad.

This young man seemed to be not as simple as a stranger.

Ling Xiao, as the god of death for a thousand years, is not surprised what happened.Maybe something was wrong and he should probably fix it.Now I have to go to the scene of the incident to see if one of the two future selves is still there. Only in this way can I know what happened to this mess.

After the work just now, Ling Xiao already felt that he lacked energy, he sighed, his tone was still cold: "Take me to your house to see."

This is just a human boy, he doesn't have to be so fierce.

Chi Jiayan raised his head and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately he laughed, and there was a pair of sweet pear dimples on his lips: "Okay!"

It was the first time Ling Xiao saw a human being smile at him like this.

When he is not working, he also takes off his mask and roams the world.But what I see is always all kinds of, unbearable, human desires.

He walks in this world indifferently and alienated, always as out of place as a bystander.Their dimension is different from that here, where everyone is ruthless, grievances and grievances are clearly distinguished, and every grievance must be revenged.As high-dimensional gods, they have always looked at this world with the eyes of a judge.

I don't know where my future self met this human child.

Ling Xiao withdrew his gaze: "Blue Wind."

The huge black male wolf soared out of the sky with the golden light. When it crawled down, like an extended truck, even the ground trembled.

Chi Jiayan walked over and touched its ears: "Bang Feng, don't you remember me?"

Cang Feng had eaten a lot of lonely ghosts just now, and his belly was round. In fact, it was quite comfortable to be touched by Chi Jiayan in this way, and the beasts sometimes slack off.But it caught Ling Xiao's cold gaze, so it whimpered and showed its sharp fangs, trying to behave like a beast.

Chi Jiayan, who didn't think it was scary at all: "..."

When I got home, there was no one there.

It looked like whoever Reaper was was gone.

The young man seemed to live alone, the house was in a mess, and Ling Xiao, the god of death who always loved cleanliness, didn't want to go in.

Chi Jiayan felt that the scene seemed a little familiar, so he smiled and waved: "Brother, come in."

On the table was a plate of oxidized and yellowed fruit that looked like it had just been served.

Chi Jiayan put away the fruit: "Brother, let me change it for you. You didn't even have time to eat it just now."

Ling Xiao couldn't imagine that this expired fruit exuding decay and death was what his future self planned to eat.

After packing up the fruits, Chi Jiayan came out with a new plate, and went to the window familiarly: "Blue Wind—"

It was getting dark, and the night sky was full of stars.

Blue Wind's huge head appeared at the window.

Its wolf eyes looked full of doubts, how did this human know it was lying here?

Chi Jiayan held up an apple and wanted to feed it to Cang Feng: "Do you want some?"

Cang Feng sniffed the apple, then looked at the tall man behind Chi Jiayan, and then licked the apple away with his tongue -- not enough to fit between his teeth.

Just at this moment, a small black figure jumped onto the window sill, frowned and screamed strangely at Cang Feng.

Cangfeng and the cat really did not get along, and let out a low growl, not admitting defeat.

Chi Jiayan laughed, with a cheerful and joyful young voice.

"Okay." Ling Xiao was not used to this warm scene, and interrupted mercilessly, "Chi Jiayan... is that right? How did you know me?"

Chi Jiayan's thin back froze.

Then he replied briskly: "We are best friends."

Ling Xiao's intuition is not so simple.

Chi Jiayan seemed to know that he didn't believe it, and pointed to the black cat: "Look, we met because of saving Xiao Hei! I was only five years old when we rescued him, and you even bought me ice cream, brother."

Ling Xiao: "..."

Chi Jiayan turned around and smiled: "It doesn't matter if you can't remember it, brother, you can think about it slowly, maybe you can get a lot of hints by staying with me."

Chi Jiayan has concluded that the God of Death lost his memory because of the black-robed man. Of course, he would rather the God of Death not remember, so that... God of Death can always be his friend and will not take him away someday in the future.

He needs a friend so badly, whether that friend is Death or not--you know, he's so unlucky that even ghosts don't want to be friends with him.

Xiao Hei jumped into his arms, with treacherous cat eyes.

Like a master, this person and cat look very cunning.

Ling Xiao analyzed the authenticity of this passage from Chi Jiayan's eyes, but only saw calmness.

He knew what the boy was hiding from him but he didn't want to say it, but this acquaintance was not fake, otherwise no human being would dare not be afraid of him.

Ling Xiao Si Lin, maybe you can really try to see if there are any hints.

He retracted Blue Wind and walked back indoors.

Chi Jiayan seemed a little excited.

Perhaps it was because no one had been to the house for a long time, so he searched through the box to find something to entertain the guests.

Finally, he took out two bowls of instant noodles, poured cold water into them, knelt down at the table and closed his eyes with both hands.

Just when Ling Xiao thought he was going to pray, he heard him say, "Start heating up, instant noodles."

A trace of heat came out of the instant noodle cover.

Ling Xiao Fu forehead.

It turned out to be a speech spirit that is rare among humans, no wonder I can see him.

It's no wonder that this young man seems to be talking about his gods and spirits, and he is alone. He is clearly the only one who belongs to Yan Ling.

Any human being who is close to Yanling will be in trouble soon. Ling Xiao once met a Yanling hundreds of years ago, and the other party was also in the company of ghosts and monsters.

The instant noodles seemed slow and a little weak.

Chi Jiayan lay down and looked straight at the instant noodles, clenched one hand into a fist, with a serious expression: "Instant noodles, come on. Instant noodles, come on."

Ling Xiao: "..."

The sound of "gurgling, gurgling" sounded, and the soup of the instant noodles began to boil, and it took a full minute before it gradually subsided.The boy looked like he was facing some delicious meal, eager to taste the fork. He carefully lifted the lid, as if it felt a little hot, and quickly put his finger on his earlobe.

"Okay!" Chi Jia said, "It's time to start!"

Ling Xiao didn't want to start.

"Brother, smell this bowl!"

"smell?"

"Yeah!" Chi Jiayan nodded, "I know you need to smell it! I've seen ghosts eat tributes many times, and they all gather together, usually it takes several hours to smell it."

Ling Xiao's forehead jumped twice.

He took off the mask.

Chi Jiayan acted as if the pause button had been pressed, and his pupils gradually dilated in surprise.

Under the dim light of the light bulb, there was an indifferent and handsome face.

The Grim Reaper is completely different from the skull-headed Chi Jiayan imagined.

Perhaps it was the Western legend illustrations that affected his impression. No one told him that the dead man looked exactly like a human after taking off his mask.

Ling Xiao's phoenix eyes are indifferent, and when he is not working, he often eats food from the world.

However, such low-quality cheap food has never been on his menu.

He also never expected that a human being would pop up suddenly, claiming to know his future self, and then there would be three of him on a timeline.

It's such a complicated situation, it's a headache to think about it.The old horoscope might be going crazy, will the ancestral processor be burned?

Ling Xiao picked up the plastic fork.

He took a sip, but the taste was too unpalatable, so he stopped for a while, and happened to meet the gaze of the boy opposite.

The boy's face was as red as a tomato.

"What's wrong?" Ling Xiao's voice was cold.

This cold voice didn't make the temperature on Chi Jiayan's face drop a bit.

He blushed and ate hard, eating up the whole bowl of instant noodles in a short while, even the noodle soup full of seasonings.

Ling Xiao felt that Yan Ling's life was really hard.