Host, You're Targeted

"It's nothing to be eaten by me." Death slowly floated towards Xu Xingmiao, and kept saying something.

It's like praying before eating.

Xu Xingmiao kept backing back, "don't come here!"

"What are you nervous about? I am very gentle. You should be glad to be found by me, not by others. I will only take you home and nail your limbs to the cross. Of course, if you can't struggle and can't escape, then this step can be omitted. After all, you have such a beautiful body and it's not good to nail so many wounds. "

Xu Xingmiao hugged the sweet potato which was gradually cooling down in his arms and then turned to run. After being stopped by him, he continued to run.

He is like a small animal trapped in a cage, unable to find the direction, unable to find the exit, flustered appearance makes people feel pitiful, but some people will want to trample him more ruthlessly when they see his poor appearance.

Watch him fall at his feet dying, see his weak voice beg for mercy.

"After making sure you can't move or resist, slowly bite a small hole in your neck. The fresh blood flowing from your blood vessel will make me feel extremely sweet and delicious. I can't help but want to dry your blood."

Xu Xingmiao collapses and retreats. He stares at death and tries to shut him up.

"Stop it!"

But death ignored him.

"But in order to drink your delicious blood the next day, I will save your life, and feed you well, and then slowly suck your blood, slowly..."

Xu Xingmiao's paper bag with baked sweet potato in his arms makes a "creak" sound because he is too excited. However, he can only hear the voice of death whirling in his ears, and the fear in his heart is pinched and the thread is slowly pulled out.

"But if it's someone else, they'll just wring your neck off and greedily suck your blood, and you'll end up as a cold corpse on the ground, just like all zero's in the past."

"Stop talking!"

Xu Xingmiao turned around and ran. Running, he entered an alley full of black fog.

In the black alley, there is no more death's shadow and voice, and there is a white light in front of it.

Xu Xingmiao looked at the light and laughed unconsciously.

He is about to find the exit. Changlin is still waiting for him. He will sit beside Changlin, break open a hot baked sweet potato and give him half of it. Then he will tell a joke with him, leaving this messy and strange dream behind him.

A bench appeared in front of him, which was the place where he and Changlin separated. A man in black was sitting on the bench.

"Changlin!" Xu Xingmiao ran toward the man excitedly, "long...!"

The man turned and laughed at him, clearly in the shape of death.

Xu Xingmiao wants to stop, but when he reacts, he can't stop the car.

"Children." Death grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up. "What are you running for? Can you run past me? I told you, I am the God of death

When Xu Xingmiao was picked up by him, he still held the bag of baked sweet potatoes for Changlin in his arms. Death felt that it was a little eyesore and wanted to break his hand and throw the bag out.

"What's in it? You hold it so tightly. "

Xu Xingmiao was still struggling and said intermittently, "don't Move... "

Death pinched his neck hand, and he let out a groan of pain.

Am I going to die?

Xu Xingmiao felt that the things in his arms were taken away by death when his consciousness was lax.

No, it's for Changlin, he thought vaguely. Changlin is still waiting for him.

Chang Lin