[Comprehensive] Silver Glory

"After all, the gods of death are all short-sighted..."

"It's not okay to rely too much on glasses..."

The funeral room easily knocked the other gods of death to the ground, and said jokingly to the god of death whose glasses he had taken away.

Xiaosheng is different from you. If you are blind with 1000+ degrees, then I am only 50 degrees.

[Does not being able to see clearly affect the action? ] My eyes don't need glasses now, I can see you clearly.

The eyes are not severely myopic, but they have to hide this secret by wearing glasses.If others find out, they will definitely be questioned by those stinky old men, without a pair of underwear left.

So what if you know?

How can the unique method be cured if it is not a medicine prepared by a special person.

Death's eyes are God's punishment.Because of spying on the power of the gods, all the gods of death have incomplete visual nerves. It can be said that they are born with disabilities and can only rely on glasses. A god of death without glasses is equivalent to a blind man.It is a punishment and a blessing.

[Master, you just need to lie down obediently and let me down. ]

In fact, treating the eyes is not so troublesome, just apply ointment every night, plus massage or something.When he was still the god of death, he found a new god of death who went to work and told him that he was going to do a great experiment to change the world of god of death. It is possible to contribute to this great experiment.

He experimented with the materials he researched, carefully blended, and carefully configured. On the way, he exploded due to improper dosage several times.The stubborn temper in his heart also came up, rolled up his sleeves, and vowed that he would never give up until he did it.

For a month in a row, the funeral home, which had experienced several explosions, large and small, held a small bottle of ointment, smiled distortedly, then closed its eyes and passed out.

After all, because it is only a demigod, it also needs food and sleep.Death is not a god, but a special executor who has acquired some abilities.Like humans, they need to eat and rest.

After waking up, he jumped up from the bed, found the prepared medicine, rushed to the residence of his experimental product, and kicked the door open. Obviously, the low-level god of death had a frightened expression on his face, and immediately revealed it when he saw it was him. With a look of trepidation, he then pressed the little god of death to smear on the bed.

"Hiss...it hurts, it hurts." The god of death screamed in pain.

He paused for a moment, then picked up the medicine bottle and smelled it.

...Why is it the taste of chili...Don't tell Xiaosheng that you need love to make this!

But the smell of roses is better, the color is like blood.

[Yal, where did you get this rose potion. ]

[It’s not worth mentioning, it’s formulated for you below. Your myopia is not due to excessive use of the eyes, but the natural atrophy of the brain nerves, so you can only rely on drugs and massage to stimulate it and make it revitalize. ]

[Since it is born, there must be no way, Xiaosheng doesn't believe it. ] How can God’s punishment be healed casually?

[As your servant, how can you not even do this well. ] You did it, Yar, but it's a pity that it's the last step.

No wonder the eye circles are always dark, it takes so much effort to do this.He tilted his head, and casually threw away the painstakingly prepared medicine, the bottle shattered, and the red medicine dripped all over the floor.Since it is useless, it has no value of existence, so it is better to destroy it.

"Next, let's have massage therapy." With a smile on his face, he stretched out his claws to the little god of death who was curled up on the bed looking for glasses.

Of course, after two or three days of practice, he gave up his burden and had to massage for more than two hours a day, with different intensity and different acupoints.The point is every day.

To touch his oily face and dirty hair with his nails! ! !

He rubbed his arms, and black lines ran down his face.

So, how did you last 5 years in the first place?Even young students feel tired.

[You'll regret it] A woman's hateful eyes...

No, I have no regrets, I feel excited when I think about what I did now.

I do not regret.

The earl he was optimistic about asked loudly in his ear: "Are you the mastermind of Xiaohui's human resurrection experiment?"

"Secret~" my dear Earl.

I just want to tell her that I have no regrets.

Even if the body is alive, it is just a walking dead, a corpse without a soul, just a mess of dirty meat.

Xiaosheng can manipulate the revolving lantern, but he cannot create a soul.

Where has your soul gone?Humans with demonic abilities.

Separate the corpse bit by bit, soak it, keep the skin soft forever, use a special technique to pull out the bones, and the remaining flesh still retains the shape of the body. It is really the most perfect collection.

So why, you are human.

It took a lot of effort to cut the body into a work of art, and it was stitched up with needles and threads by myself.

I wrote your revolving lantern, but where did your soul go?

Darling, you are still so beautiful.

"It's as beautifully sewn up as before, with waxy white skin, and a mouth that doesn't make noise or lie." His tone was a little excited, "Isn't it much more beautiful than before?"

Her eyes are the most beautiful place, a mixture of dark emotions, astonishment and shock, hatred and grief, and despair that breaks all insistence.

What better joke than this.

Earl, the eyes are not ready to show you.It took Xiaosheng 5 years to find it, the best joke.A joke that exists only for me.

[This is a human body sent by the god of death that will take decades to make, and it can achieve the effect of deceiving demons. ...So, I leave it to you. ] The psychic glasses of Death God standing in front crackled and flashed.

He squinted and listened boredly.Well, human beings are human beings.Who told us that we are newcomers to work, there is no overtime pay, and we have to work hard.

Demons are truly a powerful race.But the devil devours human souls without restraint.It is really troublesome for the Reaper Dispatch Society.

The Reaper doesn't have the Reaper's Scythe, at most the Reaper's scissors, but that's not enough to cause damage to the demon.So... go and try to discover the demon's secrets.

Summon the most special demon with a human body.Collect the weaknesses of demons and make the most special weapons according to their bodies, which can not only harvest souls, but also cut demons.

It can cut through anything - the Death Scythe.

[Would the demon be easy to kill? ]

[The higher the demon, the harder it is to kill. Except for the blades of demons and angels, nothing can hurt demons. ]

[Really, what a powerful race, Al. ]

"Finally let you enter the coffin of Xiaosheng's traits, Earl." He put the blade of the death scythe in front of Charles' neck, and when he looked up, he saw the somewhat demonized deacon.

"I knew you would come, Mr. Deacon." He threw Charles away with one hand, and saw Mr. Deacon with a nervous and astonished expression.The death sickle slashed down fiercely, and blood spurted out from the deacon's wound immediately.

As stupid as your master.

"Although human life is very fragile, it is really bad to injure yourself in order to protect weak humans, Deacon-kun."

I don't know why the smile that has been hanging all the time can't be revealed, it must be that the devil is too stupid, the same joke can't arouse Xiaosheng's interest at all.

"I've been interested in it since before. Why does a ferocious demon dress up as a deacon in a tuxedo?"

With such a ferocious identity, you should be a demon, why did you come to my side, Al.

Why, is it you?

Why, are you human?

The one who signed the contract can only be a devil, right?

Great jokes, you and me.

[You will regret it, I curse you. ] Useless Oh, my dear Yar, humans have no power to curse, and I don't regret it one bit.

Even now, I want to utter the cruelest words in the gentlest tone, look at your desperate and hateful face, and tell you that I don't regret it.

[Young master, you have provoked the devil again. ] The demon who was a little shorter than himself said to him helplessly.

[Ah, Xiaosheng doesn’t have it. ] He shrugged innocently.

I'm just gathering demon minions to make the perfect weapon.

Therefore, in order to protect human beings, you who kill your own race is the perfect joke.

You, who were hurt for me, are even more unreasonable.

There are very few demons like this kind of incarnation deacon who only want to get human souls.

Because demons have absolute power, the best way to deal with food is to plunder.Demons who cultivate their own souls and serve humans are shamed by the demon world.

Only the strong know tenderness, even the gentleness of the devil is just a foreplay to plunder your soul.But there are still many human beings who continue to persevere in their vain attempts to realize their ugly desires.

That time, he took the initiative to provoke a few demons who were eating. Of course, the human body is always weak. He dodged the huge claws that were caught by him, and the smile on his face couldn't hold back.

Yaer, come here, Xiaosheng will become someone else's food if you don't come! ! !

He howled desperately in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm on the outside, but the cold sweat on his back wet his clothes.

He turned over and landed lightly, but because his eyes couldn't see clearly, he tripped over a small stone next to him. He was stunned for a moment, and then fell backwards...

Falling into one embrace...they are all liars! ! !He roared in his heart, was there any cold ground? Sure enough, the stories he read were all lies.

His eyes were not good, but he saw the devil's ferocious face getting closer.

and then?

then……

His slender body could even be said to be too thin. Standing in front of him, the devil's claws pierced through his chest, and blood swarmed out.

Actually...it's really unromantic, because the blood was sprayed all over his face like a broken faucet.He rubbed his face with his sleeve.

[Master, don't be so willful. ] The gentle deacon's face was pale, his eyebrows were full of helplessness, the language of blame, the voice of helplessness, and unlimited connivance.

He walked to Yar who was leaning against the wall to support himself, and looked down at the woman who was a little shorter than him.

She is a powerful demon, even if her body is seriously injured, she can instantly kill a demon.He could even clearly feel the fear and trembling in the killing demon's body when he saw her.

As expected of the assistant of Demon Lord Lucifer.

He looked at her pale face and tried to pull a smile at her, but accidentally pulled the wound, and took a breath instantly.

He shook his head in distress, Ariel, if the demons are so powerful, it will be really difficult to handle.

He put his finger on the wound and pressed lightly.

Hehehe... I was caught and pulled by my hair, and my scalp hurt so much.He grinned, and glanced at the pool of blood smeared on his silver hair.

Hehehehehe......

[Excuse me, master] Then spray him with blood ==

Yar, you are actually black-bellied, no, Xiaosheng is a black-bellied ghost!

Of course, the next day I saw Al alive and kicking.This guy is definitely a monster, such a serious wound, healed in a day.

Conclusion: The demon's self-healing ability is strong, and it is not easy to be killed easily.

He couldn't sleep at night, so he ran to her room, beat the drum to wake her up from her dream, and made her pester her like a joke, without complaining, only a touch of helplessness, and looked at him with those brown eyes, He smiled and pretended not to see.

He would still ask her to tell him one joke after another when he dozed off at 1.2 in the morning.

When he woke up, he would find that she, who obviously slept later than him, was ready to wait for her to get up earlier, so she didn't see the dark color in front of her eyes!

London is always extremely cold in winter, and the wind cuts like a knife, making people shiver and feel unbearable pain.

Without the rules and regulations of the Death God Dispatch Association, his bad temper seems to have been indulged to the greatest extent.

Barefoot ran outside when she was not paying attention, her feet were red from the cold, then quickly returned to the room, kicked open her door, rushed in and jumped onto her bed, and put her feet like two pieces of ice on her on the instep.

Hehehehehehe... The facial features are distorted... Hehehehehe.

Hee hee hee hee... Every time I see other people changing their faces, I find it funny.

[...Master, if you are exposed to the cold outside for a long time, your feet will be injured. ] He didn't miss hearing that her breathing rate changed when he rushed into her room, and she continued to pretend to be asleep, so let me finish it!

I'm the little angel of the end of sleep... Bah, it's the little god of death!

He covered his face with a quilt, leaving only a pair of narrow golden-green eyes outside, staring carefully at Yar's face.

Sure enough, I can't see clearly. According to the calculation of human age, I met at the age of 16. Now it has been 3 years. Although my eyesight has improved a lot, I still can't see clearly.

She carefully changed her position, pulled his hand over at the same time, and placed it on her neck to keep him warm.

The subordinates can clearly feel the fluctuations of life, one touch, the smooth and delicate skin, and just a little force, then the blood can be gushed out. Of course, it is also possible that when she strikes, her neck will be broken in an instant.He moved his hands carefully stroking every inch of her facial features.

No matter how similar it is to human beings, the demon's body is indeed ugly and ferocious. This cannot be changed. The human body is just an illusion.

Does the devil have a heart?

He's the funeral home for the jokes.

He put his legs on her stomach, watched her face turn white and finally blue, and the moment she opened her eyes, she moved away instantly.Repeatedly repeated, tried and tested.

Hahahaha……

He opened his eyes suddenly, the past always appeared in the form of dreams, and Yingying floated around in his mind.

Had such things happened before?

He got up and came to the coffin containing Yar's body. Every time he saw her body, he would feel excited and complicated, but this mood gradually faded with the passage of time, and he began to feel uneasy ...

But, I don't regret it...

Be it before, now, or after.

Because he knows what it means to be overwhelmed.

[Do your best to obliterate the assistant of the Demon King——Alfred] The old man of Death summoned him, and he looked up at the boss of the Death Sending Association.

[Huh?Is that so? ] He tilted his head, a little regretful.

[The devil must die, this is God's will.Must be wiped out on 7.13]

Allie, is that so?Oh well.

I just feel a little sorry.

Because it is God's will, it must be expelled.

Although it is said that it is just a game to end this early, but the body belongs to him.

A body that has multiple cell divisions without aging, has all the characteristics of a human being, and is enough to deceive the body of Death.He got a little excited thinking about it.

He couldn't control a little bit of darkness in his heart and began to magnify infinitely.This hint came too suddenly. Although he noticed it was weird, his desire to kill Yar still prevailed.

He got up from the bed, took Yar's body out to bask in the sun, and carefully stitched it with the best materials to keep the skin alive, as if he was alive.She still wore blindfolds on her eyes, and he stretched out his fingers and touched them for a long time, but he still didn't take off the blindfolds.

This is the best joke, so it cannot be easily exposed.

Can't easily see those eyes.

He still likes autopsies, collecting all kinds of corpses.

Human corpses can only maintain freshness and vitality when they are young, and they will become wrinkled when they are old.

When he killed Yar with his own hands, he saw her eyes.

There is no consistent tolerance and pampering... love...

She was such a resolute and rational person, the moment she discovered all the illusions, she personally shattered her nostalgia for him, completely leaving nothing behind.

[You will regret this]

No, oh, even though the joy of reaping jokes is over now, he still doesn't feel regretful.

He knows better than anyone.

What are cover, water, difficulty, and harvest.

[I'm coming to pick you up, Yar] Brits, the most common thing to talk about is the weather, because the weather in the UK is always changeable.

So weak...Maybe it's a fragile appearance, the first time I saw him holding an umbrella in the rain and watching her shake her body, then fell to the ground, letting the rain drench her body.

The brown eyes are moist and clean, and they are so fragile that it seems that a touch will peel off the last shell of her, exposing the soft core.In fact, maybe he can easily kill her when he passes by now, but he can't, because it's not 7.13.

He watched her tremblingly protect the box in her hand, was silent for a while, and then walked over.

[Let's go home, Al. ]

He brushed the fallen leaves off his face, and squinted his eyes to see the light spots cast by the sun through the leaves, which made him squint his eyes.

When he died in Yar, he planted the seeds collected from Germany, and now, it is as tall as a canopy.

The blood of the robin, plus special ingredients, the tree the robin inhabits, and the mixture of different metal materials, the material made can kill demons, and can limit the ability of demons. The Death Scythe can cut everything.

When Jesus was crucified, it flew to Jesus' ear and sang to relieve the pain of Jesus. The blood on Jesus' body then stained the robin's body, and the color of its breast feathers has turned bright red since then.An ingredient in the robin's body, coupled with a special configuration, can paralyze the demon's ability.

It will be extremely lethal to demons, let alone humans.

The first time we met, I was keenly aware of the strangeness of her body.Immortality, human body, so are you really human?

It is really a human being, so there is no way to make a move. After all, it is written in the regulations of the god of death that you can't make a move on a human being casually.

He is a novice, so he can only obey obediently.

The second time, he was astonished and felt incredible.

It turned out to be a demon!

Then it's easy to get started.

But really, you can do whatever you want.

For the third time, he carefully disassembled her, like treating the most fragile artwork. The strength of each cutting has gone through hundreds of experiments.

[You will regret this. ] No, I didn’t regret it when I found out that you were actually a human being after a thorough dissection and careful dissection.

I just feel that it has violated the rules of death.

She hated him, but she also liked him, even in the end, she severely left a wound across his face, his skin was torn apart, but his eyes were not hurt.

She just doesn't have the strength.

His hands caressed the wound on his face carefully.The sun shone on her skin with a faint halo, and when she glanced at Yar beside her, she suddenly felt that there was no beauty in this body.

He pondered for a while, picked up the coffin containing Yar's body, carried it to the basement, and locked it in the innermost part.

After locking the door, he touched the door in silence for a moment, then opened it again, placed various medicinal powders near the coffin, and arranged a barrier.He turned his head and stared at the coffin for a while. After feeling complete, he walked to the door, was taken aback for a moment, and immediately rushed to the side of the coffin. When his fingers were about to touch the blindfolded eyes, he paused, and his hands froze in the air. Then turned around and went out again.

He left immediately after locking the door, as if something was chasing after him.

Quietly, faintly, every day, repeating the days of stopping the revolving door and taking away the soul.

so boring.

So, without a soul body, what would happen if the revolving lantern continued to write?

Yar, where did your soul go?

Oh nowhere.

He collected the corpses of many people, kept writing revolving lanterns, and kept doing experiments.A meat doll that can only move but can't think.

Screaming, screaming, constantly calling for what he needed.

The experiment is not perfect yet, Yar, you may have to wait a little longer.

"Are you the mastermind behind the Akatsuki Society's human resurrection experiment?"

"Secret."

I just want her to know.

He's not one to run away from the past and delude himself.

The chain on his body suddenly lost his hand and was caught by the earl.

He subconsciously turned his head back, looking away calmly as usual, his eyes were wide open, and his face was full of shock.

He stretched out his hand unpretentiously, wanting to take it back.

The pattern on the chain has been rubbed so that it is not so clear, but this chain has been worn on the body.

7.13 is a very important day.

Bless the goddess.

Good luck in your life.

Wearing it on him has the effect of clearing eyesight and moisturizing eyes.

He woke up with a start when he stretched his hand halfway, and the sudden surge of emotion in his heart seemed to tear him apart.

The originally playful mood seemed to be suddenly poured with cold water, he felt a little cold, a little like trembling.

Maybe it was because he had been wrapped in warmth before, that's why when he felt lost again, even a slight cold wind would make him feel afraid.Because of infinity, there is unsatisfactory greed and waste, and unscrupulous squandering.

"That's Xiaosheng's baby."

Whether it is self-deception or escapism, those are the paths chosen by weak people.He is the funeral home of sane sanity and madness.So after a hundred years, he finally blurted out: "That is Xiaosheng's treasure."

That's right, it's Xiaosheng's baby.

He finally admitted why he was unconsciously rubbing the chain with his hand.

Because...he knows...some people, some things will never come back.

The feeling of wanting to kill you is real.

Wanting to treat your mood well is real.

The feeling of wanting to redeem is also true.

But but but, he really never regretted it, couldn't regret it, couldn't regret it.

He kept emphasizing to himself, as if without this persistence, some things would collapse immediately.

After saying goodbye to the Earl, he put away the Death Scythe.

Walking the streets of London alone.

"Sir, can you pick up my book for me?" An elderly lady said softly to him, "I can't read clearly when I'm old."

"Okay~"

Instead of a young and lustrous body, human life is extremely short. For the god of death, it is just a blink of an eye, and nothing can be left behind.The baby turns white, and everything keeps happening around.

Only jokes are eternal.

When he was handing in the book, he accidentally touched the old woman's hand, which was wrinkled, even covered with calluses, and had no elasticity.The rough touch made him feel a little irritated.

He immediately jumped up the tall building and returned to his house.

He has been yearning for something, he thought, and he seems to understand a little.

Whether it's a young and shiny corpse, or a top-notch joke full of laughs.

Old people will slowly step into death.For this I prepare coffins for man.

Kill the Mockingbird?

It's me, said the sparrow,

I killed the robin,

with my bow and arrow.

When the knell rings for the poor mockingbird,

All the birds of the air lamented and wailed.

notice

Attention please,

Next time bird trial,

The person on trial is a sparrow.

After 50 years, he pushed open the door of the cellar, and the damp smell came in his nostrils.

With light steps, he came to Yaer's side.

This time, his hand didn't hesitate anymore, and he gently lifted her blindfold.

I really don't regret it, I just, I want to tell you.

In fact, what one wants to have is not the body that will never die or grow old, because after becoming a dead thing, there is nothing left.

If possible, how I wish to see you in your old age.

Volume Four: PSYCHO-PASS