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

Chapter 164: Judgment of the God of Death (5) The First Death

The great God of Death came in through the window and left through the window.

The man climbed out of the window swiftly and brushed off the dust and snow on the hem of his coat.

Yan Jinyue, wearing a plush coat, leaned out with her hands on the window frame and said teasingly, "It seems like we are having an affair."

"Affair?" Xie Louwu was surprised, showing a helpless yet doting expression, "Then tell me, what is our story?"

"Hmm... let me think about it."

The girl held her face in her hands and looked up at the sky. The sun had already set, and the sky was flushed with rosy cheeks. She suddenly thought of something, and laughed before she said it out loud.

"It seems like this story is very interesting." Xie Louwu pinched her face and bent down slightly. "May I have the honor to listen to a few words?"

"It's not free." The girl smiled slyly, and with her fluffy curly hair, she really looked like a little fox. "There must be some reward for listening to the story."

"Reward?" The man's slender, icy fingers kneaded her cheeks, which were so soft that he couldn't let go. The sharp tail of his peach blossom eyes raised slightly, and his black pupils were full of infinite meaning. "Then tell me, what reward do you want?"

"Of course it has to be expensive!" The little girl's face was being rubbed, but she did not forget to count her requirements with her fingers, "It also has to be unique and very novel, not too perfunctory, nor too old-fashioned, it has to be--"

Her voice came to an abrupt halt as the man blocked her next words with a kiss.

After a brief taste, the man let go of her reluctantly and deliberately asked, "Is this reward okay?"

Yan Jinyue covered her lips. She actually wanted to say it was okay, but the words that came out of her mouth were still holding on: "Ah, just a kiss, this is too..."

The man chuckled: "So one kiss is not enough, then another one..."

"No need." The girl put her finger on his thin lips and stopped him in time. She knew very well that if she continued, the situation would go back to a few hours ago, when the two of them were kissing and couldn't help themselves...

"I'll give you this story as a gift for tomorrow." She yawned, tears welling up in her eyes, "Okay, Lord Death, you can go back to your work."

Although he was in a copy and Xie Louwu had all the memories, he still had to do his job well and work hard as the "Lord Death".

What is the job of the Grim Reaper?
Harvesting souls, of course.

When they were having fun before, Yan Jinyue had curiously asked if he was only responsible for the souls of these few people, or for all the souls in this copy?

Xie Louwu kept it a secret, "This has to be kept secret for now."

He said that if she told everything, she would not have the dungeon experience.

Yan Jinyue found it a little funny and retorted: "Then you might as well just pretend to have amnesia and ignore me. This way, I can have a better experience in the dungeon."

In response, the man smiled softly, his dark eyes like obsidian locked onto her, and said seriously: "It's too difficult to pretend that I don't know you. I can't help it."

"Okay." Yan Jinyue was burned by the burning in his eyes, and her eyelashes trembled. She admitted that she was coaxed by this sentence, although she was not really angry before...

Her thoughts returned and Yan Jinyue looked in front of her again.

The snow outside the window seemed to never stop, it kept falling, and the snowflakes had already fallen on the man's black hair and shoulders. The extreme conflict between black and white made him look even purer and more holy.

She smiled: "Lord Death, what are you doing here all the time? Are you reluctant to leave?"

"I can't bear to leave." Xie Louwu kissed her fingertips, then pinched her hand and put it down, "Just wait here for me obediently."

"Be good?... That depends on my mood." The girl raised her eyebrows coquettishly.

The man chuckled helplessly, ruffled her hair, said goodbye, and turned to walk into the snow.

Yan Jinyue kept watching his back.

The only black in the vast and lonely snow is desolate and elegant, like a painting.

She held her face in her hands in infatuation, seriously suspecting that this was all a trick he designed to seduce her.

Heavy snow, black clothes, and the god of death coming just to give his lover a kiss, and then leaving quietly... Isn't this the plot of her favorite idol drama from a certain country?

She couldn't help laughing until a gust of cold wind blew towards her mercilessly. She sneezed loudly, then she patted her burning face and closed the window.

She propped up her soft legs and walked to the big bed that she had begged for from the God of Death. She lay down, and was overwhelmed by drowsiness. She had discovered that this copy would infinitely magnify her "personality" to an exaggerated degree. For example, right now, her bones were all soft, and she didn't even want to get up to drink some water to relieve her dry mouth.

Xie Louwu was dissatisfied with this setting, and Yan Jinyue didn't like it either. After all, no one would be motivated if they liked someone.

She forced her dull brain to think of a solution, and an idea suddenly occurred to her - she seemed less lazy when the window was open.

When Xie Louwu stood outside, she would be incomparably clear-headed.

Yan Jinyue rolled her eyes and looked towards the window. It was only a few steps away, but it seemed so far away to her.

It's too ridiculous.

She pinched her thigh to wake herself up, stood up from the bed in one go, walked quickly, and opened the window just before her calves could no longer support her.

She stood with her hands on the window frame, snowflakes drifted onto her face, icy cold, but soon melted into water due to her body temperature.

"Ah-"

She rubbed her nose. Although she was still cold, the sleepiness and laziness had faded away by about 70%.

Yan Jinyue looked up at the ceiling of the wooden house and suddenly realized something. Perhaps it was not the entire copy that was affecting and interfering with her body, but just this house.

She left the window a crack and walked towards the bed, no longer feeling lazy. It was as if after opening the window, if any realm was broken, she would not be affected anymore.

The more Yan Jinyue thought about it, the more it made sense. She wished Xie Louwu would appear immediately and tell him about her clever discovery.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, there was a loud knock on her door, rapid, continuous, and violently, as if someone was asking for her life.

Of course, the person outside the door wouldn't be her lover.

She didn't go directly to the door, but asked cautiously, "Who is it?"

There was no answer from the outside of the door, but the knocking sound stopped abruptly, very suddenly, like a tape that was suddenly cut off.

She got out of bed, put on her coat, walked slowly to the door, hid behind it and watched what happened.

There was no further knock on the door, but a long period of dead silence until it was torn apart by a shrill scream.

This was followed by a man's furious rebuke: "What a fuss!"

Then the arrogant woman sneered: "She is a newcomer, she must not be able to bear it."

The quiet hall suddenly became noisy. It seemed like something had happened.

Yan Jin pursed his lips, unlocked the door, opened it and walked out.

The people in the hall looked at her first, but then lowered their heads and looked in a certain direction.

She followed their gaze and saw a person lying on the ground, or to be more precise, a corpse, with bloodstains all around the face.

Because his eyes were sealed with needles and thread, densely packed like a centipede.

Yan Jinyue almost vomited and didn't dare to stay on his face for another second.

But the arrogant woman was very excited: "Woohoo! Let's celebrate that the first dead person has finally appeared!"

Yan Jinyue frowned and was about to ask something when a faint voice came to her ears:

"Jealousy, beware of jealousy, sew the eyes to punish it."

She first looked at the person who was speaking, the gluttonous girl who had always been indifferent. At this moment, her cloudy and bulging eyeballs were flashing with a strange and weird light.

Yan Jinyue thought about what she said, and forced herself to suppress her nausea as she looked at the corpse with its eyes sewn shut. It was none other than the jealous man.

Suddenly, a chill ran straight to the top of my head.

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