What bad thoughts does the Reaper have? [Transmigration Book]

When Hei Zai woke up, Jiang Wei was already downstairs making breakfast, and he jumped off the bed to wash up.

Jiang Wei has never cooked by himself since he was a child, especially when he comes here to face high technology, he is even more confused. Fortunately, with the guidance of Gina, the things he makes can still be eaten.

The red message on Hei Zai's palm stood out again, he cast a glance and didn't take it seriously, and followed Jiang Wei to finish breakfast before telling him that he was going out for a while.

Jiang Wei automatically thought that he was going to go out to play, afraid that he would not come back at noon, so he deliberately made chicken sandwiches with the leftover slices of bread and put them in a box, and grabbed two more of his favorite chocolate biscuits and packed them in a small satchel for the cub to take with him. with.

Hei Zai paused, and took the dark blue satchel full of love with a complicated expression, but he would never allow this thing to hang on him!

Jiang Wei delivered it to the door and wanted to continue delivering it, but Zhanyi's spaceship interrupted the father-son scene.

Zhanyi got off the boat and looked back at the satchel that was almost bigger than Hei Zai in his hand, with a few black lines hanging on his forehead, this man really raised him as his son.

"What are you doing here today?" Jiang Wei and Zhanyi walked back side by side.

"I wanted to use my optical brain to tell you. I was afraid that you wouldn't read it, so I would send you something along the way." Zhanyi handed over a rectangular kraft paper package.

"I may be very busy in the future, so it's normal if you can't contact me." Zhan Yi didn't have so much time to chat nonsense, so he sat down and went straight to the topic, "The cultural agency plans to hold your personal art exhibition at the end of the year, Alliance It is very important, you have to draw a series of new works, the theme is up to you."

"I don't have time to stare at you. You can control the time and size yourself. If you don't want your reputation to be ruined, you'd better give me some heart."

Jiang Wei was completely stunned by the thunderbolt thrown by Zhanyi, which made him paint a batch of new works in a few months?

It's better to let him seal the pen directly.

Zhanyi also said that he has a contract with the cultural agency, and if he breaks the contract, he will have to pay a huge amount of compensation that he can't afford at the moment.

Zhan Yi wasn't too worried about the fact that Jiang Wei's painting skills were very different from before. His previous strength and reputation would not be overturned this time.

To put it bluntly, the matter of art often lies in the aesthetic concepts and social and historical connotations behind the creation. The form of expression and even the content and skills are only the carrier of the concept and philosophy, not the most important.

"Oh, by the way, the alliance has made a lot of moves recently, protect yourself and your son, and be careful." Zhanyi finished speaking in a low voice and motioned him to open the rectangular box, "Be careful with the lasers/guns inside. , don’t touch it until the moment of crisis.”

Jiang Wei glanced at the black "L"-shaped thing in the box, nodded secretly and wrote it down, he couldn't see that Zhanyi was quite righteous.

"I know, you should be more careful, I will definitely draw the works well, don't worry." Jiang Wei assured him that he would not allow him to be blamed because of himself, even if he acted righteously.

Zhanyi stood up, looked at Jiang Wei who was still calm like an eagle, hesitated to speak, and left with a complicated sigh.

After Zhanyi left, Jiang Wei couldn't help but grabbed his hair and stomped his feet on the spot: "Ahhhhhh..."

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" Even if he could draw it, he couldn't compare to the previous Jiang Wei. Why did he have to give him such a terrible problem? !

He could only cram his feet temporarily, rushing upstairs to the study on the second floor to crazily replenish his art aesthetic theory and painting practice ability.

In a remote nature park in the west district, Seungmin is sitting on a branch of a century-old poplar, swinging his legs leisurely, his waist-length hair is tied up by green branches, and his slightly raised face feels the breeze blowing the autumn. .

The black cub jumped to another branch and appeared, transforming into a little boy no different from a human, with a bulging satchel in his hand.

The little boy wore a wide-brimmed hat to cover his red pupils, revealing the cold lower half of his face. Even when he was speaking, his lips didn't move much. "What do you need to send me a red message?"

Shengmin jumped to the branch where he was standing and sat down again, and took the satchel next to him: "It's nothing, but the alliance has made some moves. If you don't want anything to happen, don't use your strength in the near future, so as not to expose yourself." Identity lets them find you."

Chu Min grabbed the bag strap and pulled it back to prevent him from touching it, and the half-opened zipper was sealed again.

Sheng Min didn't see anything, stood up curiously and circled around him: "You haven't even recovered half of it now, are you not bothered by meeting them?"

Sheng Min knew that Chu Min's temperament would not talk about his own affairs to the outside world, but it didn't matter if the other party was Jiang Wei, so he added another sentence: "And your boss Jiang Wei, it's best not to talk about your affairs. tell him."

After speaking, Sheng Min went up to steal the satchel with itchy hands again, there must be something good in it, otherwise how could Chu Min be so precious?

Chu Ming sat down with a cold face, and thought for a long time: "Why do you think I will tell that idiot?"

How could Shengmin think that he was already so important to him?

Sheng Min was questioned all of a sudden, and Chu Min could see the flustered cover-up expression, completely unaware that he had revealed his secrets: "I... just... I'm afraid you might slip up by accident."

A sneer appeared on the little boy's face, how could he be so stupid, he is not Jiang Wei.

Chu Ming didn't think too much about it, Sheng Min heaved a sigh of relief, and opened the zipper of the satchel with trembling hands, the smell of sandwiches came over his face, and two bags of biscuits fell out.

Although he only needs to absorb the essence of heaven and earth and doesn't need to eat, it's no problem to eat these cuties.

Shengmin licked his mouth, feeling hungry.

He searched for the cutie that was the first to go into his mouth, and the satchel returned to Chu Min's hand in the next second.

Seung Min: "!!!"

"You have so many! What's wrong with giving me one?"

"Jiang Wei brought this to you. He must have told you to share it with your friends! Give me one!"

Hearing the sound, Chu Ming hid the satchel directly behind her back, fumbled for a sandwich and threw it into her mouth, and said after eating, "I don't."

The little idiot made it for him himself, so he didn't let him eat it.

What's more, he didn't let himself share with others.

From the boy's expressionless face, Seungmin could see a kindness that didn't belong to him at all, and a childishness that was impossible in this life!

How could Chu Ming, the first god of death who lived for tens of thousands of years, have the naivety of a child? !

"Stingy!" Sheng Min pouted and muttered, "I'll buy it myself later!"

Chu Ming straightened his body, tearing open a bag of small biscuits and swallowing them in one gulp, puffing his cheeks and eating deliciously.

"Are you rich?" Chu Min ate the biscuits and sandwiches in the small satchel, and drank the freshly squeezed juice that Jiang Wei slipped in, making Sheng Min's saliva flow from his eyes.

"I..." Sheng Min lowered his head and searched around, but he didn't seem to be there!

Chu Ming satiated and enjoyed Sheng Min's embarrassment for a while before standing up, grabbing his empty satchel and leaving.

Shengmin's pursed mouth has not been put down, and he grabbed a handful of fallen leaves on the branch and stuffed it into his mouth: "Woo... I also want to eat round, crunchy, and especially delicious little biscuits!"

……

"Don't run!" Jiang Wei pointed at the fleeing shadow ahead, chasing him from the studio on the second floor to the gate.

This thing who doesn't know what it is ran in through his open window, and the studio was messed up like a gust of wind. All the drawing papers flew in the air, and the paints and pencils all ran around like wings. The white and clean walls are all painted over with paint, and pencils follow to write and draw.

It’s okay to scribble, but it actually ruined the work that he had painted with great difficulty and was ready to be exhibited. Does it know how much energy he spent painting this painting? !

"Dare to make trouble in front of me, you are dead today!" Jiang Wei stood still, blue water balls gathered in the palm of his thigh, and a blue vein like a blood vessel spread from his fingertips all the way to his cheeks on both sides. His spiritual veins flowed and emitted a faint blue light.

"Boom." A tall wall of ice was erected in front of the fleeing shadow, and three rows of ice cones sprouted from the ground.

The shadow was trapped, and he was busy mobilizing his power to break the ice.

Jiang Wei ran over to grab it from the air, and the water droplets condensed in the air merged into an ice pick under the effect of spiritual energy, and nailed towards the center of the shadow.

The shadow was hit in the chest, whimpered and ran away in a hurry, turned his head and confronted Jiang Wei head-on when he was enraged, he would meet this overconfident brat today!

"Come on, in terms of fighting, I haven't lost yet!" Even if I fight with Er Zai, it will be a tie at most. After Jiang Wei said this, his chest suddenly hurt.

Jiang Wei couldn't care so much, so he mobilized his spiritual energy and rushed over...

When Chu Ming arrived at the door of the house, he walked over in the illusion of a black cub. As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard a loud bang, bang bang, and when he looked up, he could see Jiang Weixuan fighting with a ghost in the air.

Hei Zai's eyes darkened, and the hostility in his body couldn't help leaking out. Just as he was about to make a move, he remembered that Sheng Min had repeatedly told him not to use his strength. The exposure of his identity would not only cause trouble for himself, but also the idiot Jiang Wei.

Hei Zai hid in a hidden high ground, his eyes swept over the weeds on the ground, he jumped down and grabbed them.

"Hoo--" A green afterimage was covered by the blue ice cone, sinking into Gui Daozi's core and brain one after the other.

"Well……"

"You—" Gui Daozi clutched his chest, unable to hide his surprise in his words, he...how could he...

"My...my lord...wake up..." Gui Daozi murmured intermittently, the ghost image had already started to dissipate, this time it was really gone.

Jiang Wei stood back on the ground, completely unaware that he could be so powerful after half of his recovery, and actually get rid of this evil spirit?

"Am I so good at killing ghosts?" Jiang Wei raised his hands and sighed.

The black beads left after the ghost shadow dissipated, flew into Hei Zai's body when Jiang Wei was addicted to his strength and became stronger. His small body couldn't stand the ten thousand years of cultivation for a while, so he swayed a bit before standing still.

The black cub's round eyes turned black for a while and then returned to red, and the nose and mouth on the face were rarely wrinkled together, enduring strength that did not belong to this body.

This growing feeling is very uncomfortable, but he must not fall asleep, this kind of "growth" can only be felt awake.

Hei Zai sat down behind the thick tree trunk, his big black and red eyes looked at Jiang Wei who was still standing there.

In the end, the original form of the black cub prevailed, and he resumed his usual style of acting on instinct and intuition. He stood up while supporting the tree trunk with limp hands, grabbed the small satchel that was thrown on the ground, and walked forward in small steps.

The tears in his eyes kept swirling, and since he stayed by Jiang Wei's side, he didn't even repeat his old problems, and slept comfortably until he woke up naturally every night. The too comfortable life made him unable to bear such an uncomfortable experience for a while.

Hei Zai's eyes were red, and the turbulent air flow on his body made him unable to keep calm and think, so he could only walk in the direction of Jiang Wei with an expression of "the baby is in pain, I want Dad to hug me".

Maybe it's okay to be with him.

The fragile black cub staggered out of the woods, his red pupils were replaced by black eyes, he straightened his back and broke through the pressure of the original form, turned his face away coldly to dry the tears in his eyes, how could a fool see him like this!

"Ji." Jiang Wei's calf was caught off guard by a pair of small hands.

"Son? You're back?" Jiang Wei said with a smile, lowering his head to meet a little head that was raised up.

The black cub looked at him with red eyes full of grievances, and the newly accumulated tears swirled in the eye sockets.

Jiang Wei was taken aback: "What's wrong? Who bullied you?"

"Ok?"

"Tell Dad, Dad will avenge you!"

Hei Zai didn't speak, grabbed his trouser legs and crawled all the way up on him. With a slap, his little head lay on his shoulders, his hands clutched his clothes, he moved his body to get comfortable, and then stopped moving.

Jiang Wei supported its buttocks with one hand, picked up the shrunken satchel on the ground, and patted its slippery back with the other hand: "It's all right, Dad is here, don't be afraid."

Hei Zai turned back into Hei Tong and moved his hands, struggling to get out of Jiang Wei's arms, but was gently pushed back by Jiang Wei's slap.

Chu Ming: "..."