Monster Invasion: I Let Myths Come

Chapter 115 Who Can Stop Me
In the Imperial Capital Cafe, on the long street, it seems that there are some young people, and there are fewer women.

The oldest of these people was no more than thirty, and the youngest was over twenty, and their bodies were surprisingly similar, very well-proportioned.

Not particularly skinny, not particularly fat.

Which big man goes shopping in the street every day?
In the cafe, Li Yi was sitting in the most eye-catching position, and the people sitting around were all completely similar, giving people the same feeling!

When a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Li Yitou's seat, he was taken aback. The coffee cup in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. He stood up all of a sudden, and the chair was knocked down.

A cloud of black smoke appeared out of nowhere, and it was still daytime, how scary!

The hall door of the coffee shop was not even pushed open, but a dark shadow appeared.

next moment.

The black smoke gradually transformed into a figure, a man in a black robe, with a sickle stuck beside him, and the cold light on the sickle seemed to be able to cut through everything.

comer.

Death's black robe.

Today's Death God Black Robe level has reached level seven, and he has also got rid of the title of Apprentice Death God.

When he was sitting on the wooden chair, the entire coffee shop was enveloped by a gloomy wind, a chill from hell, and the hairs on everyone's bodies stood upside down.

In the smoke of the night, a figure in a black robe sits in it. Except for the outline of the black robe, the inside of the robe is pitch black, and the black hole is like an abyss.

At this moment, a word emerged from everyone's minds.

While I am staring into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at me!
"horrible."

"This is the legendary god of death."

"Death is coming!"

"sit."

The voice of the black robe was as indifferent as a millennium's ice floated out, Li Yi was shaking all over, and he could vaguely feel a trace of damp heat in his legs.

"well"

The black robe lifted the chair tremblingly, as if he suddenly had Parkinson's.

Of course, Yu Huai, who was far away in Chuanfu City, would not go there.

"Sure enough, there has been a change. The people in the coffee shop saw the Grim Reaper. If they were normal people, they would at least be scared away at this moment, not to mention scared peeing."

"Although these people were surprised, they were still sitting in their seats. It seems that they came prepared."

"Cough, cough, cough."

Li Yitou coughed to cover up the panic in his heart: "Reaper, Lord Reaper, I want to ask, are you the Creator Story?"

"contract."

The god of death spit out the word indifferently, and the temperature in the coffee shop dropped extremely again.

"Yes, yes, here."

The wording that Li Yitou had prepared originally, as well as the speech full of emotion, were all forgotten at this moment.

When the contract was handed to God of Death, God of Death didn't even move. A cloud of black smoke turned into a writing brush, leaving a vigorous name on the contract in a blink of an eye.

--grim Reaper!
"money."

Death spoke again.

"Yes."

Li took the contract back with trembling hands, and subconsciously went to touch the box beside him.

The full box was placed in front of Reaper, and Reaper waved his hand, a black air lifted the box, and he made a gesture to leave.

Since he came in, God of Death has said a few words in total.

Sit, contract, money.

In the true sense, it has realized the character design of people who don't talk too much.

Although the god of death usually talks a lot, but it depends on who it is to. To Yu Huai, of course he will not make such a mistake.

Yu Huai is equivalent to his parents, creators, and he was born to submit and be loyal to Yu Huai.

"and many more."

Seeing that the black robe was about to leave, Li Yitou hurriedly shouted.

They still have a task, are they really here to buy the copyright and sign the contract?

Shit.

No matter what time it is, who is still in the mood to watch a movie, who is still in the mood to make a movie!
Damn it!

"Ok?"

The black robe turned sideways slightly, and a cold light under the robe completely fell on Li Yitou, and his trembling frequency became faster.

"Mr. Death, you, you haven't had coffee yet!"

Hearing the words, the god of death walked outside without looking back.

The reason why he didn't disappear directly was because he wanted to verify Yu Huai's guess.

Did these people set up a trap?

Of course you can't leave in a hurry.

"Mr. Death, wait a moment, really wait a moment. The coffee is a little cold, you really don't plan to drink it?"

"Ahem, actually, I have something else I want to discuss with you about script creation."

The black robe returned to sit on the wooden chair again: "Talk."

"Speak, eh, okay, I, I will tell."

What the fuck are you talking about?
Not ready.

Buying copyrights and making movies is itself a pretense.

However, the gazes of the people around gave Li confidence, yes, there are people around him protecting him, and the nearby streets are all replaced by his own people, so don't panic.

You must be worthy of the title of a great director.

However, what he didn't expect was that most of the people in the coffee shop were thinking about one thing at the moment.

In broad daylight, the black robe appeared.

Who said that the black robe of the god of death can only appear in the dark?
If it can appear during the day, then it has no fear of the sun, no fear of the sun, are these people still their opponents?

As for the sickle, it seemed that it had to kill many people to hone its sharpness.

terrible.

"Master Death, I want to ask, are you the master of the Creator Story?"

"Yes."

"Ahem, Lord Reaper, in fact, besides filming scripts, I, I"

Li Yitou couldn't speak, the God of death felt too scary.

"Say."

"I, I, I, I said the coffee is cold, or I'll give you another cup!"

The god of death didn't bother to pay attention to Li Yitou, got up and walked towards the door again.

Li was in a panic, unable to utter all the words he had prepared, and the sharp sickle was pointed at him, how could he dare to move and talk nonsense.

If the death scythe cut off, it is estimated that the head fell to the ground, and no one else could react.

"Forget it, I don't care."

Li Yitou decided to endure it and not to move.

Death walked towards the door step by step, and he could feel that everyone in the room was looking at him.

When the door was blown open by a gust of wind, someone in the room finally yelled.

"stop!"

really.

Reaper stopped, then turned around sharply.

The coldness that had finally dissipated in the coffee shop returned in an instant, and the coldness climbed to the extreme again. Even though there was warm wind in the room, these people were not wearing thin clothes, but they still felt cold.

A coldness that comes from the bones, from the depths of the soul.

"Death, god of death, do you really think this is a place where you can come and go whenever you want? Me, me. You'd better sit down obediently and listen to us."

There was no point in pretending for these people anymore, they knew that Li Yitou was no longer useful.

If you don't speak up again, you can only watch the god of death take away 2000 million.

The point is, they didn't want to make a movie, so what's the difference between 2000 million yuan and free gifts!
"Who can stop me!"

Death uttered four words for the first time.

The wind blows.

Howling!

(End of this chapter)