Death Protector

The Black Agate Pendant between Lin Xiaoxi's neck swings happily in the wind.

as like as two peas, the man in front of him was black and black with a long black and black robe. He had a black and sickle in his hands, and the shape of his sickle was almost the same as Lin Xiaoxi's.

"Small, small pool?"

"I'm dead now." So familiar eyebrows and eyes, so familiar breath, this step by step toward their own man, is missing for many years of childhood, ink pool.

Standing in front of Lin Xiaoxi who was still in a daze, the ink pool raised his lips and glanced at Yan Mo Han. The sickle of black ink was inclined to resist on his shoulder, "from today on, I will take back the heart of the stream."

"Why did you become a god of death?! Or listen to Feng Ming, in recent years, the most potential God of death With the incredible sight of Lin Xiaoxi, ink pool hugged her fiercely.

"The brook, is the wish that loves you, lets me be reluctant to leave like this."

So your grandmother made me a god of death.

As for how it was made, who knows and who wants to know.

In short, Lin Xiaoxi hugs his head and wails.

"No, three men, let me live in peace! Give me a break