General affairs girl

Sitting here, even if you curl up carefully, you will still clearly feel that pain after wave slowly, slowly rolling over your lower abdomen inch by inch.The silky tunic in the dress was wet with sweat, strangling herself tightly like a slippery sturgeon, which made Dorothy feel so oppressive that she couldn't breathe.

I just walked for a long time on the uneven dirt road wearing lace-up high heels, and when I stumbled, the wound on my ankle was repeatedly damaged, and this stupid cycle of healing, even after she sat down, it still hurts badly.

Leaning against the crooked neck tree behind her, she sighed silently and simply didn't think about anything, well, she just hoped that there were no wolves here.

In the small woods on the outskirts of London, there is no nightingale singing. The silver moonlight is cut into irregular shapes by the shade of the trees, projected down, like transparent and fragile glass, shattered to the ground, which makes people feel inexplicably cold.

……

But at the moment she can't seem to close her eyes.The quiet shuttle, accompanied by leisurely humming, broke the silence. Almost instantly, the red-haired man with the bloody saw stepped lightly on a branch not far away, and came to her. .

As if satisfied with her downcast appearance, the expressionless golden-eyed Grim Reaper lowered his haughty head in a good mood, and showed her a mischievous smile.

"Ah, I thought it would be troublesome to find someone after finishing the work, but it seems interesting to see you like this~death~"

"I can't do anything well at all. I can't do anything at the dance party~" Greer repeated his strange rap voice, while sneering and sarcastic, he bent down with great interest, as if dealing with someone who had never been able to resist. Like a kitten, he grabbed Dorothy by the collar and raised her hand to lift her up.

"Okay, the little girl who likes to deal with humans, now tell the beautiful actress~"

"Are you going to the so-called adoptive father, or are you going to be thrown home by me?" His golden eyes curved into crescents in a smile.

Brother is not at home, she came out alone...

Where do you let her go back?

……

Neither of the two Gods of Death spoke another word on the road.No matter how much Greer laughs at Dorothy's beautiful face, she only has a dry figure, her temperament is poor and she doesn't know how to show herself, and now she has women's problems and she doesn't know how to protect herself. Xidu didn't reply him a word.

This made Greer feel rather boring and bored, he specially quickened his pace with resentment, letting the night wind blow Dorothy's face, no matter how much the girl on his shoulder felt nauseous due to the sudden jump halfway.

Greer would have been merciful enough to have put his arms around her a few times.

It took only a few minutes to reach the cemetery, and the strange shop not far away was faintly lit by candlelight. The owner had obviously just come back, and the carriage was still parked in front of him. The horse seemed to sense something, raised its head, and the rusher snorted.

Greer quickly turned his head as if he was dirty, avoiding the big brown horse that was nibbling at him head-on, and took a few steps back to realize that what the horse lowered its head to touch was Dorothy in his hand.Greer smiled knowingly and straightened his steps, letting the horse lean over and stick out his tongue to lick Dorothy's face.

"Oh, oh, it seems that you come here often, even the horses are very close to you." Greer raised his eyebrows and looked around the place full of coffins of various colors, and kept saying something to Dorothy in a contemptuous tone. What.

"It's too cheap for the god of death to come to such a poor place! No wonder you have so many strange things in your mind. They are all taught by humans."

His words were obviously very dissatisfied, but they had an elder-like teaching tone.

"Please stop talking, senior, I'm very tired..." The girl's voice was meowing like a cat, and her weak disapproval caused Greer's eyebrows to frown together.

It was this kind of attitude, plain and indifferent, which made him feel from the beginning, that he didn't belong to the same camp, and that the God of Reaper who thought like a human being was an existence that made him disgusted and upset just looking at it.

"I advise you to find out..."

"Well. Forget it~ Let's see something interesting~"

Greer simply shut up, and strode forward holding Dorothy by the collar.

There was a silver-haired man with a long scar that probably ran across half of his face along his forehead.At his feet was a coffin, and in his arms was a young girl with waxy complexion under the moonlight who had obviously been dead for a long time.Like dancing in the moonlight.

The abdomen of the corpse was cut open with knives, like a plum blossom, and the black blood had coagulated.

That color is so gorgeous it makes me want to vomit.

The silver-haired man looked at every corner of the corpse with paranoid fanaticism as if appreciating a work of art.

"Hehehe, this is really a rare guest~~"

"Obviously I haven't been to the store yet, so Xiaosheng wants to check it out for himself~~"

There was an almost morbid joy in the voice of the funeral home.

The voice was not loud, but it reached Dorothy's ears immediately, making her struggle from half-dream and half-awake, but felt inexplicably sad.

I know he likes this, which is the thing I hate the most.

Why are you hugging her so happily?

"Great, let's try it now." Greer's voice was extremely cheerful, and he raised his hand like shaking off a bag of garbage, and easily threw Dorothy out.

"Let's fall hard once~"

It's all perverted.

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