this damn love

Generally speaking, the commonly recognized "God of Death" is in charge of death. He is the son of the Night Goddess, one of the four gods who created the city, born to the God of Chaos, Kars. twin brother.The god of death is the number one military officer in the underworld, and it is its job to be in charge of collecting people's lives.

And the reincarnation of human life and death is not controlled by Pluto, God King, or other gods of death.At the beginning of creation, the creation gods created the soul of life, allowing all things to have life and death, and the underworld is the transfer station for soul reincarnation.Hades just manages the underworld, and decides where people go to reincarnate, or lets his judges decide through trial what punishment those guilty in the Yang world should go to hell, and those who are innocent stay in Hades City and wait for reincarnation.

Therefore, the work of the god of death is to carry the sickle, according to the names on the list, harvest the souls of the dying people like harvesting ripe wheat.Just like the "bull head and horse noodles" in the East.

But this "Reaper" is different from those lifeless workaholics outside.

Yes, there is more than one Grim Reaper.This is something that few gods know.

Each god has its own special ability, which is also divided into low-level gods and high-level gods, and the ability of our god of death is to break through the plane and go to other dimensions.

Based on this alone, it can be seen that the godhead of this person cannot be underestimated.

Discovered this skill, it was originally a lack of interest.It can't be too busy guarding its own one-acre three-point field, and it's not too busy to help others harvest wheat.

So he kept to himself, continued to wear the iconic black cloak, and wandered in this plane. When he encountered a delicious soul, he opened a small stove and ate it.

At the first time, Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, and the Goddess of Fate naturally found it to judge the soul privately, and the two gods were very angry. Hades even called it to his Hades, and chatted with the rules and regulations all day.

The Grim Reaper couldn't take it anymore, so he simply broke through the interface and went out to relax.

As for the soul collection of this world... Hehe.Let them worry about it.

The god of death is gone, the world is in chaos, countless souls are wandering in the world, and the underworld is deserted.Pluto tugged a lot of anxious hair.

In the end, it was all kinds of promises to please, that the wayward god of death was invited back.From then on, I turned a blind eye to its behavior of stealing souls.

However, such things are rarely found. Tens of millions of years have passed, and the souls that can make it feel delicious can be counted on one hand.And just because they have tasted the delicious food, those dirty souls can no longer eat it.

#Appetite is raised like this#

People who are hungry all the year round are generally not in a good mood, so occasionally it will play a prank, deliberately let humans meet death in their dreams, watch them frantically want to get rid of death, and finally fall into its trap step by step, death Because of its pre-designed death.

How does it feel about it, you ask?I don't feel it, it's like humans fooling ants by digging a puddle and throwing them into it to watch them struggle.Do you care about the feelings of ants?

Most of the time, though, it remains a law-abiding civil servant.

Hades waved his hand: As long as you don't run away from home, you can do anything else...

One day, the Grim Reaper, who was wandering around in his jurisdiction, felt the breath of death nearby. He took out his notebook and looked, strangely, there was no information displayed on the death list.

When I hurried to the place, I only saw a male human being lying on the ground with a knife stuck in his chest, his eyes wide open.

The woman who killed him was slowly painting her blood-red nails in front of the mirror.

The Grim Reaper carried the scythe around the dead man a few times, of course he didn't want to eat it, he despised such a filthy soul very much.

It took out the notebook and looked again, only then did the man's name and death record appear on it.

There will be postmortem records, only in one case.It is this person's fate that has been tampered with in a strange way, and it has not been carried out according to the decision of the goddess of fate in this interface.

This is the first time it has encountered such a situation, hooking the soul of a man and sending him to hell, and then floating around the woman sitting in front of the dressing table with great interest.

It didn't matter, it was so happy.The soul covered by the dirty skin exudes a dark and gloomy atmosphere, which is its favorite smell, but that soul is pure white, crystal clear.

It's really strange, such a big contrast comes from nowhere... But the god of death is not interested in other things, just want to know how this soul tastes.

After that day, the Grim Reaper often followed the woman, taking out the small book of death from time to time, expecting to see if the woman's name appeared on it.

And lurking by her side also allowed him to harvest more souls whose fate had been tampered with.

It's amazing that she has the ability to be more powerful than the goddess of fate.

Death's interest in this soul is increasing day by day. If her name is not in the notebook, it will almost count down the countdown to death with its fingers.

Why are you still not dead, when will you die...

And finally one day, the woman was going to die!

Let's celebrate!Tears filled my eyes!

Maybe it is because of waiting for too long, it seems to be very cherished, it is a bit reluctant to eat it, and even used an extremely grand ceremony to warmly welcome it: suits and leather shoes, combed back hair, napkin tied around the neck of a skeleton with thick bones, a knife in the right hand and a knife in the left Fork, sitting upright and waiting for the big meal to be served.

Then, it watched the pure white soul detach from the decayed body, and before it had time to stretch out the sickle and hook the soul to the plate in front of it, the soul suddenly disappeared! !

Disappeared!from before it!It didn't even have time to lick and taste!

The god of death was furious, and overturned the dining table in front of him on the spot, carrying a scythe, pacing back and forth gloomyly around the corpse.

No one can escape the scythe of death! No one!

This is a contempt and trample on the dignity of its god!As a food, there should be food awareness. It doesn't matter how many people she killed and how many things she did when she was alive, whether she went to heaven or hell, no god can take away the soul it fancyes!

It only cares that her soul is contracted by it, so she should lie down and be enjoyed!

hateful!

Death searched every inch of this world, but couldn't find a familiar soul, which made him realize that she was not reincarnated, but probably came from another plane.

Don't underestimate the persistence of foodies, ah bah, don't despise the majesty of God!Originally wanted to ask Hades for leave, but the other party disagreed with life and death. With snot and tears, he cried about the chaos in the world after he ran away from home. He was helpless, and finally it became his leisure time after finishing his work. Time to go out for a stroll.

As a result, Grim Reaper went to many screens at the beginning but did not find anyone, and found that there are only a few hundred thousand screens in the world, so if you go through them one by one, the chance of encountering them is too small.

After finally meeting for the second time, she was lying on the bed dying, with a dagger stuck in her chest, surrounded by flames.

Every time I make myself into such a mess.The god of death is not very happy. As food, he should wash himself clean. How can he eat it with such a sloppy appearance.

But it's all here, and you can't miss it.However, the scythe that was swung out still came to nothing.

Reaper: ...are you kidding me? !

Dare to escape from its hands once or twice, it simply tramples on its self-esteem!Regardless of whether she is a human or a god, it will fight her!

If she can't harvest her soul, she won't be the god of death!

Hades wiped his sweat: Calm down!Don't say such things casually.

Death: I care about you!

In short, it decided to mark the soul of the other party when it met next time, so that even if it couldn't capture the soul temporarily, she couldn't escape its control.Unexpectedly, the other party stretched out his hand on his own initiative, and laughed happily, "Are you here to find me?"

Reaper: ...This script is wrong.

It doesn't understand why other souls shy away when they see it, and shiver under its black robe, but she can still laugh.

So it stretched out its bony fingers to show her, stupid mortals, submit to the majesty of my death.Why are you afraid!

"So happy~!" The joy in her eyes was overflowing, her eyebrows were curved, and she smiled sweetly.

Reaper: ...The human brain circuit is completely incomprehensible.

Then before he could draw out the scythe, he ran away with a whimper like in the past.

Only this time, it didn't go into a rage, overturning every inch of the interface to find its food.

It stood quietly on the spot, the outstretched hand stayed in the air, the pale finger bones seemed to still have the warmth of the fingertips of the other party, and the soft and smooth skin...

Withdrawing his hand, he licked his fingertips with the bright red tip of his tongue, and the breath was as delicious as imagined.

It began to calm down, chasing that wandering spirit almost with enjoyment.Such excellent delicacy is worth spending time to seek, and only in this way can it reflect her unique precious value.

It followed her footsteps and traveled to many worlds one by one.

In the mysterious ancient oriental country, I was invited by the king of the ten halls of hell to visit the eighteen levels of hell. I have seen frying, frying and boiling, and eighteen kinds of cooking skills with my own eyes.

Yan Wang (Erkang's hand): Wait, what have you learned!This is really not cooking skills, hey!

I also had closer contact with that wandering soul.

Hao Meng: Come and chase me. If you catch me, I will sacrifice my soul to you.

Death: You wait for me!

When it finally got the pure and delicious soul, the god of death began to fall into new troubles.

Grim Reaper (thinking): Do you start eating from your fingers, or from your face?

Hao Meng (holding her face shyly): I kiss each time we meet, such enthusiasm is really a sweet trouble.

grim Reaper:……?

In short, because the process was too difficult, I was cautious when I got it, and I was reluctant to eat it.Because if you eat it, there will be no more.

So the god of death is thinking every day, how about frying and roasting, or making soup?It can keep the original taste to the greatest extent... No, when it comes to the original taste, the mysterious oriental raw food technique is more exquisite. Dip some mustard and soy sauce, and then swallow it in one bite. It is so delicious that it makes your mouth water... …

When the hunger is too high, the god of death will take out the soul from his own skeleton chest, and then lick it from head to toe to satisfy the hunger.

Hao Meng grinned: I hate it~ I licked her wet again.But I like your enthusiasm, chirp~

The Grim Reaper who was holding his head back and drooling all over his face: ... Who will eat whom? !

After licking, I carefully put it back into the ribs of the chest cavity as usual, and tied the cloak tightly so that it was airtight.

Hao Meng (shy): My husband always protects me so closely, he doesn't want me to catch a cold from the wind.

Reaper: ...I just want to keep warm, thank you.

In this way, every time it is taken out, it is hot and tastes very good.

The woman put her arms around its neck and acted like a baby: It doesn't matter, as long as you only look at me and never let me go until death, this kind of exclusive desire and love is enough.

The god of death didn't say anything, and stuffed her back into the chest cavity where the heart should have been under the protection of the ribs.

It can't understand human feelings, it only knows that this soul can only be eaten by it, and other people want to move the slightest.

#我家死神大人 is not a foodie, stupid and cute! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━#

#How did the good work routine turn into a love routine? #

#冷冷的狗粒 Randomly patted on the face TAT#

#The inexplicable style of painting that does not match the style of writing#

#The author did not take medicine series today#

Grim Reaper's Daily To Be Continued

The author has something to say: I felt an inexplicable sense of shame when I wrote it, and I couldn’t bear to see the cute, idiotic, sick and delicate (cover my face

Mengmeng: Are you really envious, jealous, and hated by being smeared with dog food?

Author: Hehe.