Little green tea is too tempting, deeply trapped in the crazy criticism of ghosts Shura field

Chapter 163: Judgment of the God of Death (4) Absurd Mission
The window was closed and the cold wind stopped abruptly.

As soon as Xie Louwu entered, he took off her coat and put it aside. He slid his hands down along her shoulders until he pinched her waist, picked her up by the waist, and walked towards the bed while kissing her... Oh no, it was the coffin.

Yan Jinyue couldn't help but push his chest and complained: "What kind of evil taste do you have? You want to design a bed like a coffin?"

The man grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips. He laughed softly and misleadingly. "I didn't design it on purpose. It was automatically generated by this copy."

Yes, Xie Louwu is her lover, her complete lover, so he has all the memories.

"But aren't you the 'God' inspired by God? You are also the big boss of this copy. If it is not created according to your ideas, then what is it?" Yan Jinyue narrowed his eyes and questioned.

Xie Louwu wantonly rubbed the girl's soft cheeks and smiled: "The big boss of this copy is the God of Death, not me. I am just a messenger."

"Hehe——" Yan Jinyue was speechless, with a look of "Do you think I will believe it?" "You are the messenger, and you are also the god of death."

"Nothing can be hidden from my Jinyue." The man kissed the corner of her mouth, and couldn't help but deepened the kiss.

Yan Jinyue was dazed. After being released, she still asked, "Wait, you are not going to split this copy into two!"

Haven't you already collected all the fragments? Why are you getting two more?

The man paused, his eyes suddenly darkened, he pressed his fingertips hard on her lips, and said faintly: "It seems that Jin Yue prefers the two of me together?"

"Of course not!" Yan Jinyue's heart was alarmed and she quickly said, "It's tiring for me to deal with two of them every time."

She rubbed his chest, whining and acting coquettishly, so well-behaved that it made people's hearts melt.

Xie Louwu chuckled, pinched her face again, and deliberately asked back: "So Jinyue means that you dislike me for having so many clones?"

"Not really!" Yan Jinyue raised her head and glared at him in shame and anger. Why did he set traps for her everywhere, making it so that nothing she said was right.

The man was amused by her resentful expression and laughed even more happily. He pressed on: "Jin Yue, it's neither this nor that. So what is it?"

"Could it be that Jinyue doesn't like me at all, so..." He covered his heart with his hands, his face full of hurt. His originally cold and handsome face had a more fragile beauty, like a sick beauty whose sincerity was betrayed.

The corner of Yan Jinyue's eye twitched. This man was too good at acting. Even a little green tea girl like her felt inferior to him, but she just fell for it.

"As long as it's you, I like it." She kissed him hard on the lips, her tone very serious, "Whether it's you, or your fragments, or no matter how many fragments you have, as long as it's you, I like it."

"How about this?" The girl put her hands on her hips helplessly.

Xie Louwu looked at her seriously, and after hearing her words, he couldn't help but kiss her again.

She always said what he wanted best.

However, he still deliberately said: "If Jinyue likes both, then I can't do anything about it. I won't separate them anymore now."

"In this world, there is only me, and there is only one Death and one Messenger."

The wind and snow are raging outside the window, and the heat is steaming inside the window.

The way young men and women express their love is straightforward and open, with external touch and closeness reaching the fusion and harmony of the soul.

However, perhaps the impact of this copy was too strong. Yan Jinyue was already physically exhausted, and now she was even weaker. It didn't take long for her to start feeling tired.

"So, why do we have to enter the dungeon?" Yan Jinyue didn't even want to raise her hands, "Isn't it better to be outside?"

This question was difficult for Xie Louwu. He chose to enter the dungeon because he wanted to make up for the fragments that had been his before and accompany her through various fantasy adventures. He also wanted to do so. But the girl was so lazy that he felt powerless, like he was shooting himself in the foot.

"I'll do it." That was all he could say. After all, things would soon become a mess, and he couldn't help himself.

"Then hurry up." Yan Jinyue urged, her eyelids closing lazily, not noticing that the man's face had become gloomy.

He looked at the girl's rosy cheeks, feeling helpless but could only indulge her. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll try my best." "Yeah." The girl was very satisfied.

Finally, everything came to fruition and Yan Jinyue was so tired that she fell asleep.

Xie Louwujun's face was tense. He picked her up resignedly and walked to the bathroom to help her wash. In the process, he accidentally woke her up and slapped her, but the force was not strong. "I was sleeping."

It vividly shows what it means to be spoiled by being spoiled.

She hadn't eaten enough, and even though he held her in his arms afterwards, Xie Louwu still felt unhappy, thinking about how to coax her in the future.

Now there is an important problem. The setting of this copy will interfere with her and make her even lazier.

The setting of this copy was interesting. He really wanted to play with her and didn't want to leave, but...

"Hmm..." The little girl finally woke up, stretched, and looked at him with sleepy eyes, "Are you awake?"

"I slept." Xie Louwu said helplessly, "By the way, Jinyue, you seem to have forgotten something."

"What?" Yan Jinyue blinked, a little confused.

"Your mission." The man held a piece of paper between his slender fingers. "Yes, and your ID card."

He twitched his chin and pointed at the pitiful card that had been discarded on the ground.

Yan Jinyue's brain started to recover. She patted her head and said, "Oh, I really forgot. It's all your fault. You made me dizzy."

She first climbed out of the coffin… Although this sentence is a bit scary, it is nonfiction.

She bent down, picked up the card on the ground, and looked at the identity information on it.

"Troubadur, whose ability is... writing love poems?!" She rubbed her eyes, unable to believe that her ability could be so outrageous and useless.

"You smoked this yourself." The man spread his hands.

Yan Jinyue narrowed her eyes and looked at him, snorted playfully, and pulled the task card out of his fingers with force.

This time, her eyes widened even further, and she was stunned for a long time.

Because the three tasks written on the card were more absurd than the last... The first one was easier, a daily task that required her to select a participant every day and learn about their stories and inner desires.

But the second one starts to go absurd—

Those who are lazy and commit one of the seven deadly sins must overcome their laziness and insist on exercising for two hours every day, otherwise, the god of death will punish your sins.

And the third one is even more outrageous. It is that as a troubadour, you should use your talent to write a love poem to the god of death every day.

Yan Jinyue put down the card, looked speechlessly at the "God of Death" himself who appeared very frequently, and sneered:

"You really didn't do this on purpose?"

"How could that be?" The man said innocently, "This is all generated by the copy. It has nothing to do with me."

"Really?" Yan Jinyue walked closer and looked at him seriously.

"Of course." Xie Louwu smiled frankly... No way, it was obviously reckless.

Yan Jinyue was so angry that she laughed, but there was nothing she could do.

She compromised and said, "Okay, Master Messenger, and Master Death."

A young couple who love each other and are willing to compromise with each other~
Ask for a ticket~