why the god of the world

The city lord arranged for Lu Mi the best room for him to rest.

At noon, if you can sleep well, there will be ghosts.

He took off the human skin that originally covered the surface of the skin, and wrapped the cloak of death.With the costume of the god of death, Kami easily concealed from everyone's eyes, and Shi Shiran walked out of the palace.

There are still people dying in the city. If he doesn't harvest the soul in time, the soul may be blown away by the wind and float to the other side.

The Grim Reaper floats in the air with his scythe.

Have you ever thought about the relationship between life and death?

How does a person step from life to death, and what kind of emotion should a person feel when facing death?If the right to choose is entirely in your hands, how would you choose to let some people die and give life to some people.

When Kanya landed on the floor, he found that the dead soul was not next to his body, and he hid.

The scythe of the god of death waved in the air, and the god of death looked around, but could not get a clue.

The soul is a shapeless thing, and it can even turn into a wisp of green smoke, stuffed into the cracks between the bricks.

Just when Kami was feeling at a loss, a person appeared here.

"Ahn Rand." Kami read his name.

Ayn Rand stretched out his hand and pointed to a closed door. "I saw him hide in there."

The god of death pulled his cloak inside, and got in through the door all at once.

As Ayn Rand said, that soul was hiding under the corner of the bed.He huddled in a ball, begging death to leave.

Kami's feet stopped at the edge of the bed, how happily she lowered her head, "I saw you."

Under the black brim is a pair of dark eyes.

The soul is terrified.

Kaya hooked him up with a sickle, and his soul quickly melted into his sickle.

After subduing the soul, Kaya went out through the door again.

Ayn Rand was waiting for him outside with his hands folded.

Reaper found it strange that this man could see him all the time. "Thank you for reminding me, I'm leaving." He nodded to him.

"I have something to discuss with you." Ayn Rand blocked his way.

The god of death is actually extremely afraid of human contact. He put a sickle in front of the two people to isolate the space between them.

Ayn Rand noticed his movement, but had no intention of letting go. "You said before that I can only see Kami after the whole city is dead."

grim Reaper:"……"

"I met him today."

Reaper: "That's good."

"I want to see him."

"go."

"I thought about it."

Reaper had no idea what he wanted to say. "Um?"

"I can help you kill the whole city," Ayn Rand said, "except him."

This is what he thought, since the god of death knows Kami's name, it proves that Kami may be one of the people in this city now.Then, he should also be the target of death.

Kaya will not die due to the destruction of the world, but may die due to some accidents.

All he has to do is guard him and save him from those deaths.

Grim Reaper was taken aback for a moment, and laughed randomly. "Okay!" He promised him hastily, "There is no better deal in this world than this."

Ayn Rand didn't care.

Just as the god of death was still laughing, screams came from the intersection.

Passers-by saw the corpse lying on the ground, and Ayn Rand, who looked like Mi Miller, stood aside.Ayn Rand looked over coldly, and the man ran away immediately.

"Don't you explain?" Kami asked.

An Rand rubbed his face, and he immediately turned into the passerby.

Reaper didn't understand why he would do this.

Because of the voice of passers-by, someone else came again soon.Ayn Rand drew a knife from his waist and inserted it neatly into the body of the corpse.Several passers-by thought they had witnessed the murder and ran away immediately.

After he left, Ayn Rand changed back into Miller's appearance, and then fled over the wall.

The God of Death followed behind him, and praised, "Amazing."

Ayn Rand twitched the corner of his mouth.

He accepted the praise of this god of death.

Death thought it would be interesting. "From now on, you are my eyes, my hand, and my flag. Wherever you go, you are where the god of death goes."

Ayn Rand nodded. "good."

Death ordered a servant, and he was in a good mood. "I'll take you home, you're a boy, it's dangerous to walk at night."

Ayn Rand: "...Are you serious?"

The cobwebs under the full moon gleamed silvery, and the dark living water flowed.

Ayn Rand walked on the road, and Death followed him on the roof.

"How do you want me to help you destroy this city?" Ayn Rand remembered this matter.

Reaper put his index finger next to his lips and made a thoughtful sound. "This city has judges and city lords, who hold the law and power respectively. If they fight with each other, then they will bring a whole city to fight with each other."

Ayn Rand thought his idea was good, "Then what should I do?"

"In order to stir up their conflicts, sometimes it is necessary to kill some important people." Death God said.

"it is good."

"Also, when someone dies, his soul will be hidden. At that time, I hope you can help me guide me like today."

"Can't you see it yourself?"

Reaper strode across the roof, "My eyesight isn't very good."

Ayn Rand looked at him, but he could read nothing but a black cloak.

The god of death read the setting imposed on him by this world, "Once, I met the god of the sun. Because I looked directly at you, my eyes were pierced by the light. After that, my eyesight was not very good."

"That's right." Ayn Rand didn't care.

He's already home.

Death was on the roof of the house next door to him, waiting for him to enter.

Unexpectedly, just as An Rand opened the door, three people rushed out.

The Grim Reaper saw it, and immediately floated down from the roof to Ayn ​​Rand's side.

After taking off the human skin, anyone who touches him at will will be hurt.

But those three people didn't exude any hostility, so Kaya hesitated.

So did Ayn Rand.

As soon as they paused, the three of them entangled Ayn Rand.

"Miller, you haven't come to see us for a long time." A lame woman touched Ayn Rand's arm.

Ayn Rand was taken aback.

Immediately, an elderly woman and a fat uncle all wanted to touch Ayn Rand.

"Why don't you come to us, we've been waiting for you."

This is the cheapest job in town.

Serve someone who is no longer attractive.

They wanted to touch Ayn Rand, they wanted to grab him, they wanted to pull his hair out, they wanted to kiss him.

The moonlight flashed across the void, and Ayn Rand's figure was quietly raised.

It's almost time for him to change back to his original self.

It's a pity that those three people were so serious that there was never Miller. They looked at him, just looking at the shadow of their own desires.

Ayn Rand frowned.

Reaper held the scythe, stood beside Ayn Rand, and stretched his head over it.

He admired it at close range, his emerald green eyes showing disgust.

This icy sculpture immediately came to life.

"Go away, don't touch me." Ayn Rand said coldly.

But how can the lustful/lustful person still hear his words.

Miller is the victim of their base desires, he wants to lick their scabbed wounds, he wants to touch their pus-inflamed spots, he wants to kiss their stinking lips.

if not.

"Knock you down to hell."

Ayn Rand sneered.

Reaper stretched out his hand first, and clicked with his fingers the part of Ayn Rand's body that they wanted to touch.

In an instant, the withered arms hung down, the scarred lips were crooked, and the feet fell to the floor.

Ayn Rand looked at the Grim Reaper in surprise.

The god of death held his scythe shyly, and then showed him the way in a gentlemanly manner, "Go to bed early."

His green eyes are so pretty.

Ayn Rand didn't want to look at those people again, so he quickly ran into the house, and Death followed him, preparing to close the door for him.

"Thank you." Ayn Rand was still very polite.

Terrified by his suddenly raised face, Reaper took a step back and closed the door for him. "Um."

The three people outside the door couldn't see the god of death, but their wounds were so painful that they kept moaning/groaning.

Death crouched before them. "I like ugliness too." He said frankly, "But ugliness can't touch him." After speaking, he hooked up all their clothes with a sickle, and dragged them away.

After patrolling the city and harvesting the harvested souls, Kami went back to sleep in the castle with peace of mind.

The next day, he got up amidst the noise.

"What's going on?" he murmured.

He just made a little noise, and people outside rushed in immediately. "Honorable guest." The maid presented the new clothes, "The city lord has prepared many surprises for you, please come with me after changing your clothes."

Kami squinted his eyes, he hadn't woken up yet.

Although he complained, he still had to change his clothes and go out.

Because it is in the center of the desert area, the weather is hot, so they have to wear a piece of cloth.After Kami put on her clothes, she wrapped a white cloak to block half of her face.

Kami looked at his appearance reflected in the mirror, and nodded with satisfaction. He still fits the image in Beauty Trick.

The city lord had already prepared a lot of projects, just waiting for the beauty to come and make him smile.

His so-called surprise seems to be some physical performance.

Kami sat on the seat, lacking in interest.

Because, those items are very ordinary.

Although he is a god of death, he is also an out-and-out god. He can achieve many things with divine power, okay?

In order not to lose face of the city lord, Kami still tried her best to laugh a few times and clapped her hands.

The city lord thought that he had done a good job and the beauty was very satisfied. He even wanted to sit over and touch the beauty's little hand.

Just when he was about to succeed, hearty laughter came from the door. "I wonder why the castle is so lively today. It turned out that the city lord was watching the show. It's so exciting, why didn't you call me?"

When the city lord heard the voice of the coming person, his face turned pale.

Judge!

Accompanying the judge was a man who backed away as much as possible to reduce his sense of presence.

But Kaya still saw him at a glance.

Ayn Rand.

It was he who brought the judge.

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