Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 1130 Hello, Lord Death!
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"Lianyi, didn't you say that these manjusawa are poisonous? Why did you rush in? Don't be stunned by the poison!"

Yang Zimei muttered while searching for the small figure of Lianyi.

While searching, I saw a dense, black cloud suddenly rising from the blood-red sea of ​​flowers...

Seeing this black cloud, Yang Zimei's heart skipped a beat, and she unconsciously looked back at Huo Wenhua.

Huo Wenhua's face also turned pale.

Although he is ready to meet the god of death.

However, when the god of death really came, he was a little afraid and flinched.

For human beings, the world of death is a kind of unknown hesitation and fear.

Is he really going to die?
Huo Wenhua looked at the dense black cloud with a cold body, and then looked at his younger brother Huo Wendong.

At this time, Huo Wendong's eyes were full of excitement and anticipation.

Looking forward to the god of death can take away Huo Wenhua's soul, and then let it be reborn in this body.

As long as he is reborn, he will overturn the miserable life he lived in the past, and use Huo Wenhua's tens of billions to live the most enjoyable life to make up for the shortcomings of the past.

Yang Zimei looked at the black robe with complicated emotions. The long black hair covered most of her face, floating in the air without wind, holding a black sickle in her hand, stepping on the red manjusawa, slowly walking from the black The god of death who came out of the clouds!
Cool guy in black!
Red manjusawa!
Constitutes a distinct visual effect!

The effect is a bit suffocating!

Such a god of death is really handsome and cool enough to make people obsessed!

Ever since she clearly fell in love with Long Zhutian, Yang Zimei has become less nympho, but this time she still couldn't help looking at the eyes of the god of death with red hearts, and she almost didn't shed her saliva.

Reaper walked towards them with small steps in the air, carrying an incomparably powerful aura.

That half of the face, which looked like a snowy lake, was so cold and impersonal that the surrounding air instantly became zero degrees.

Huo Wenhua unconsciously hid behind Yang Zimei, and said in a trembling voice, "Master Yang, will death be terrible? Will I go to hell and be fried in oil?"

"will not."

Yang Zimei comforted him, "Master Reaper came to pick you up in person, that means you will have a good future after death, don't worry."

Huo Wenhua's heart was still uneasy.

Indeed, in this world, no one can face death calmly!

Even Yang Zimei would be afraid if she knew she was going to die.

"Brother, don't forget what you promised me!"

Huo Wendong shouted from the side, "You said you would give me your body to be reborn, kneel down and beg the god of death!"

Huo Wenhua glanced at Huo Wendong with a little disappointment.

However, he did not kneel!
Even in the face of death, he is still a man of backbone, and his knees cannot be kneeled down casually like this.

Moreover, he also believed that the god of death would not care about begging, but only about sincerity.

He just wanted to impress the god of death with his sincere heart of guilt towards his younger brother, hoping that he would be moved and agree to his request.

The god of death came to Yang Zimei with a gust of cold wind.

"Master Reaper, hello!"

When they met again, the two became acquainted, so Yang Zimei greeted him proactively.

The Grim Reaper's black hole-like pupils, which seemed to be able to devour everything, glanced at her lightly, nodded slightly, and did not speak.

However, to be able to get his nod of the head is already a great face to the sky.

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(End of this chapter)