General affairs girl

Dorothy was not very talkative in the first place, so she was certainly not a girl who could talk and comfort others.

But fortunately, she has read more books and has a calmer personality. She usually plays with Elizabeth, and when things go wrong, she can always calm Miss Eggroll's loneliness in a timely manner.So over time, I developed a hard-working spirit of self-dedication.

Although on the surface he still had that cold, paralyzed face, there was something wrong with his thinking, and he was very jumpy when he talked and walked.The prologue doesn't match the postscript, and the donkey's lips don't match the horse's mouth, but every sentence is full of poetry.

Blue sky... earth... white clouds...

Bezoar...Mercury...Bacteria...

Girl...don't cry...

Plato said love is the center of the universe...

Her words of comfort to Elizabeth were full of such words, and Elizabeth sharpened her sword after hearing it.

As usual, after hearing Dorothy's words of consolation, Elizabeth's face turned black decisively, and she flew up an Oxford Encyclopedia dictionary. In just one second, all of Dorothy's troubles were temporarily gone with the wind. .Perfect proof that knowledge is power.

Seeing Dorothy lying on the floor, the maid Paula's head was covered with cold sweat, and it took a long time before she uttered a word:

"Literature is terrible!"

"No, literature is not scary, what is scary is the literary youth..." Elizabeth sublimated the thoughts of the maid Paula with a blank face, and stared down at Dorothy on the ground, as if she still had lingering fear.

And Dorothy looked at Elizabeth's face that had improved a little recently, sighed and had no choice but to resign herself to her fate and comfort her every day.However, she turned her head and glanced at Elizabeth's new "Xinhua Dictionary", and suddenly felt that the pressure was overwhelming. The fetish that contained 5000 years of Chinese culture would definitely be overwhelming...

The god of death is not made of iron... Dorothy calmly avoided Elizabeth's pursuit and retreated with the help of the maid Paula.

After finishing my condolences every morning, I left Elizabeth's house, and the next place I'm going to is... the Realm of the God of Death...

She was originally sentenced to not be able to apply for glasses for ten years. She temporarily left the organization. She was not allowed to go back again before the time limit expired. She even had very few opportunities to go back to see her brother and grandfather. trick.

Ask her to personally receive a copy of the notice...

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It was already very late when we returned to the store, and the funeral home guessed that he had gone to bed first. Dorothy looked at the empty store and felt unexpectedly deserted.Holding the candlestick in hand, the faint light of the fire illuminated a small space. As Dorothy walked around the store, although her footsteps were extremely light, the sound of "click" seemed to startle something.

Accompanied by the faint "rustling" sound of clothes rubbing against each other.From the bedroom came the man's slightly lazy shout.

"came back?"

Dorothy, who was about to open the bedroom door, was taken aback, and then suddenly remembered that the funeral home never lit candles in the store at night, and she still couldn't get used to this bad personal habit.

The funeral house, lying on the bed with his arm resting on his head, obviously looked like he was going to sleep just after taking a shower. His silver hair, which had not been completely dried, was casually tied into a ponytail, and the thick bangs that were originally permanent on his forehead also I brushed it up for him, revealing a handsome face that didn't match his usual uncle's demeanor.Under the candlelight, the phosphorescent yellow-green eyes belonging to the god of death are very beautiful.

Seriously... pretty sexy.

But a man of the same generation as my grandfather, with the same temperament as Vincent, with a face almost as young as my brother...

Where is the evildoer?Thinking of this, Dorothy couldn't help shaking badly.

It was very quiet in the room.The funeral room looked at Dorothy with a blank face, and after taking a breath, he lazily rubbed his face against the quilt.Asked first, the tone is as usual.

"What's wrong? Did those people from the personnel department bully you?"

Dorothy swallowed, desperately recalling the various books she had read, and squeezed her brain.Speaking of

"No... I'm not at peace tonight...".

"why?".

"Because... the moonlight is like running water, quietly pouring on the leaves and flowers outside the house. A thin blue mist floats in the air. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Dream. Although it is a full moon, there is a layer of faint clouds in the sky, so it cannot shine brightly..."

At this moment, Dorothy thanked herself for being a literary youth, and then hurriedly looked away.

Hearing this, the funeral house twitched the corners of its mouth, turned its head and sighed, muttered something like "you are a real kid", then narrowed its eyes and stared funnyly at Dorothy who calmly looked away.It made the girl feel uncomfortably like a big rabbit being stared at by wolves.

Every time I saw that face, Dorothy would feel uneasy thinking of the senior I had been with for so many years, thinking it was a man like a brother or a grandfather, long, long @@#@? !Such a bad thing.

After struggling to divert her attention, after being reminded by the funeral room, Dorothy remembered that she hadn’t read the list she had received from the Human Resources Department at the Death Realm today, so she took out the paper in the file bag and lit it by the faint candlelight. Rosie simply scanned the general content.

Then the signature at the bottom of the document successfully caught her attention.

Guarantor: Gulet Bredo

Dorothy froze for a moment, then turned her head to look at the funeral room beside the bed.

He was looking at himself with a funny face.

The author has something to say: I am going to start school...is this a benefit...?

Well, why leave a message to collect flowers!

This determines the update speed at school in the future... [Sorrowful face]