Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 1394 If you do not leave, I will not abandon (15)

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Yang Zimei walked over, looked at Long Zhutian, and reached out to touch his slightly cold face, "Master Reaper came just now. Souls that can be taken away by Lord Reaper have a good place to go, you can rest assured .”

"Sister-in-law, is it true? Mom will be fine?"

Long Zhuiyue wiped away tears and asked.

Yang Zimei nodded, "The souls that can be taken away by God of Death will either enter the heavens and become immortals or angels, or they will have a perfect reincarnation without going through the trial of the king of hell."

"That's great!"

Long Zhuiyue smiled through tears, "If my mother can become a fairy or an angel, she will definitely look after us in the air and accompany us. It's not that we don't have a mother, it's just that we are far away, right, sister-in-law, brother."

Yang Zimei and Long Zhutian nodded at the same time.

At this time, Xuehu Youyou woke up, opened her small black eyes, and looked at her.

"Xuehu, are you awake?"

Yang Zimei cried happily, hugging it tightly, "I was scared to death, I thought you would never wake up!"

"How long have I slept?"

Xuehu asked her aloud.

His voice was not as weak as before, and Yang Zimei was slightly relieved.

"Soon, just a few hours."

Yang Zimei was debating whether to tell him that the god of death had come.

She thought about it for a while, and finally decided not to speak.

Xuehu looked at Long Zhutian, saw that his physical condition had returned to normal, and asked suspiciously: "Is he alright?"

"Hmm. The Western black magic in him was originally unsolvable. But, Xuehu, do you still remember the black rose star from the vampire family Ust that I bought at the auction in City B? No It occurred to me that the blood bead hidden inside happened to be a holy object that restrains black magic."

Yang Zimei stroked his fur guiltily, "If I had known this, I wouldn't have hurt you to waste your energy, I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

Xuehu curled up slightly in her arms, then jumped out of her arms, "Girl, I'm going back to my room first, you guys are busy with your work."

After finishing speaking, it walked away.

Yang Zimei asked Xiaoqian to follow him, so that if there was anything wrong with it, he could report it in time.

"Brother, you and sister-in-law must have a lot to talk about. My mother and I will leave first."

Long Zhuiyue took Long Zhutian off the shirt covering the skeleton, picked him up, and walked away knowingly.

Suddenly, only Long Zhutian and Yang Zimei were left in the huge courtyard.

The atmosphere froze all of a sudden.

Yang Zimei quietly looked at Long Zhutian in front of him, looked at his broken arm, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Long Zhutian may not have recovered from the grief of losing his mother, and he looked at Yang Zimei with a bit of gloom.

Yang Zimei approached him, stretched out his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, pressed his face against his hot chest, and called softly, "Zhutian!"

Long Zhutian stretched out his single arm, hugged her shoulders forcefully, put his chin against the top of her hair, and said in a sad and dull voice, "Sister, I'm a child without a mother."

Yang Zimei was slightly taken aback.

She never thought that such a sentence would come out of his mouth, and she felt sad and hugged him even tighter, "You still have me!"

"Ah."

Long Zhutian responded and hugged her tightly.

If she could see it at this time, she would definitely find that on his habitually strong and indifferent face, there appeared a childlike confusion, the confusion of losing his mother.

He couldn't cry like Long Zhuiyue, only silent grief.

This kind of fragility can only be revealed in front of Yang Zimei.

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(End of this chapter)