What does the Grim Reaper look like?

It's hard for anyone to know, after all, those who are lucky enough to see it are very unfortunate in so many things, and they have succeeded in dying. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He's dead.

To hell.

The deep and gloomy Yan Jun was undoubtedly in no mood to listen to the dead soul say what the 'Grim Reaper' was about a terrible face, and asked if there was a frightening and terrifying face between heaven and earth than Yan Jun.

But now it's in front of me.

This godless Yako Orochi, his frightened eyes are guiding the living in this world over and over again, you see, this is the face of death.

Laughing.

Cold.

Gentle.

This is the Grim Reaper?

Many people don't want to believe it, but Yakomi firmly believes in his heart that this is the face of death, and this realization may be that what Yakomi saw belonged to him.

That's the one who wants his own life.

Those eyes were smiling softly, wondering how to kill themselves.

He watched.

With a cold face and a soft smile, a pair of calm eyes stared at the head of the big snake with disdain.

Who is he?

Who can be the god of death of Yakomi?

There is no one else here, and these eyes cannot be the look of others, under the Nuwa snake that Gu Jun and they stole the world and scraped the land derived, only Sheng Sushuang can keep a light smile.

It's him.

Although his body is buried in the strong green poisonous silk thread, his face has changed from the dark and withered just now, and the luster glass in it has the power to rise up and regain the number one in the world.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind is slow.

The blowing Yakoe didn't even dare to tremble a little.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind is still slow.

In it, the Shengsu double riot in everyone's imagination, and the scene of killing all the thieves in the world was not as shocking as imagined.

But everyone was convinced that he could.

Whether this person is in the future, past, or now, he is the best candidate for the first place in the world.

Several times to sink.

Several times in the minds of too many people, they thought that he was dead, but in the end, he still appeared in front of him very completely.

He's always alive, and he's alive and well.

This is the best in the world.

This is what the best in the world should look like.

If Sheng Sushuang was just swallowed as a piece of wood by Ya Gongzi, then his number one in the world would be too fake, so he would naturally not be worthy of the title of number one in the world.

"Hey~~. ”

Imagine.

Many people are holding high in their imagination and making very reasonable comments.

As imagined.

Eyes with stars.

Sheng Su Shuang is confirming the imagination.

But it is not as violent as too many people imagine, holding the sword in his hand, blood splashing in five steps, killing one person in ten steps, Sheng Sushuang is very simple.

Look.

It's just a kind face, looking at Yakoe calmly.

But this just staring really made the dragon-like Nuwa Snake not even dare to breathe.

Cold.

Cold.

At this moment, Yagongzi's whole body is absolutely cold, and even the fear in the pupils of his eyes is frozen by the eyes in front of him, which is a kind of timid fear, starting from instinct.

Look.

It's mutual.

It is said that Sheng Sushuang stared at Ya Gongzi's face, but it is better to say that Ya Gongzi's gaze was implicated in Sheng Su Shuang's eyes and made mud feet deep.

He had been watched by death.

He's been captured by death.

He seemed to smell death.

It's not like, it's true.

Under the stagnation of Sheng Su's eyes, Yagongzi's inner coldness became a real body coolness, and his blood was coagulated, but if it was just shade, it would be fine.

Shade is just the beginning.

There is a beginning and it is increasing.

Cold accumulation.

increase in ice.

The fog, the body of the big snake like a dragon suddenly dyed with white mist, and in the blink of an eye, the white mist sublimated and formed white frost.

It used to be an inky body, so long.

And now, the long body is still there, but the ink color is gone.

Stained white and frosted.

This is trying to freeze to death.

"Hiss~~. ”

Just when everyone thought that Yakomi was going to be frozen into an ice lump in the next moment, a touch of red stood out from his huge snake-shaped mouth, and it was his snake letter that was dancing.

I really don't want to die.

Even if the knife of the god of death really cut into the head, as long as he did not cut it off completely, as long as the person still had a breath, then it was inevitable that the person would convuls, and the person would ask for a new life for this breath.

Twitch.

Ask.

Yakoki's extravagance became more and more excessive, and the snake letter in its mouth twitched more and more angrily, and the flying shadow swayed incessantly, and the bright red in it was like the color of fire.

It's like it's not true.

"Hiss~~. ”

Stopped, stopped, and the scarlet mouth turned into an absolute white.

Extravagance is luxury.

After the convulsions reach a certain limit, calm is inevitable.

Yakozi's sealing and coldness is also inevitable.

All over the body, full knots.

Clear.

The frost has become absolutely frozen.

Ice?

If it's just ice, why is Yakomi so miserable, why does it have no room to struggle at all, the cold essence of this body is starlight.

They start from the eyes of the Mori Sleepers.

Squeeze into your own eyes.

Beaching, landing.

There is no room for defense in his own roots, and in this breathtaking, Yakoe didn't even struggle at all, and his whole body became a starlight and a cold place.

Starlight flows with blood.

into the meridians.

Melt flesh.

They don't follow the rules like their own blood, they are essentially meant to destroy, and now that they have reached every corner of the body, destruction begins.

Start with the tiniest things.

Peripheral nerves.

On the flawless jade color of Yagongzi's transparent body, a trace of cracks protruded.

"Hiss~~. ”

Demonic voices.

A tormented voice.

This voice, Ya Gongzi, who was numb and in the starlight, may not be able to hear it, but this voice is not weak, and Gu Jun who is not far away can really hear it.

Shudder.

I trembled to the point of horror.

His dim eyes stared at the only means he had left, this was the only hope of killing Sheng Sushuang, if she was all gone, it was hard to imagine what he could do to support this drooping old body.

The mockery of ridicule never stops.

There may not be the best.

But those who are going through hardship will surely have more suffering to follow.

He's coming.

Just as Gu Jun was watching, just as Yagongzi was numb and frozen in the starlight, the big snake was once only a broken peripheral nerve.

But after a few blinks of Gu Jun's heartache, the embankment was broken.

Unstoppable.

"Boom~~. ”

There's no way to stop it.

Under the eyes of Sheng Sushuang, the big snake body of Yagongzi cracked inch by inch, and the cracks and ice patterns were smeared all over the body in an instant, so in the next moment.

Burst apart.

Broken.

Starry sky.

Broken lines are all over the place.

Several people were bleak.

The crowd was undiminished.

Gone.

The air is gray and cloudy, so muddy, among which Ya Gongzi disappeared, this disappearance made Gu Jun's face gloomy and dark like ink, this side is sad like the sea, and there is a smile in the sky.

"Haha~~. ”

Laughing and shouting.

Yingdu City was jubilant, and they couldn't help but dance, and the smugness on their faces was as if they were helping Sheng Su escape with vitality.

It's none of your business.

You're just outsiders.

But because it's hanging high, you can giggle at will.

"Hey~~. ”

Laughter, cold and cold laughter.

Whose?

It's safe to assume that Sheng Sushuang didn't laugh.

I must have thought that such a gloomy smug sneer was not from Sheng Sushuang's mouth of the victor, but it was just a fake and obscure Gu Jun color.

He was proud.

It's he's getting triad.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind picked up slowly.

But in this gentle wind, there was indeed a trace of gloomy green on Sheng Sushuang's soft face, the poison on his body was rising, and his pupils and eyes were even more faintly dissolved.

"Haha~~. ”

Yan is cold here, and laughs there.

Gu Jun swept away the once dark color, and his face was full of smugness with teeth and claws, he looked at Sheng Sushuang and roared wildly: "How can it be so simple, how can it be so simple." ”

It's really not easy.

Crashed.

"Hum~~. ”

Scene.

"Whew~~. ”

In the gray mist, the wind moved slowly, and it was a recast of the broken once in front of him, with pieces of scales and jade shapes, and soft eyes with still shadows.

Snake Shadow.

Everything else in this world, in this softness, is too ordinary, even the starlight emitted by Sheng Sushuang is directly assimilated by this softness.

What else in the world can hurt it?

The whole body is jade-colored, and the crown is sinked.

Flawless, formed a god.

Orochi.

Yakomi.

The big snake is still in the shape of a big snake, but the current Nuwa big snake Yagongzi is so holy, there is no trace of dirt in this holiness, this holiness is like heaven and man, and the flawless is like the real human god co-owner 'Nuwa Niangniang' himself.

The ancestors of all.

Fathers of all gods.

How busy she is, how can she care about Sheng Sushuang, how can she possess Yagongzi.

This holy skin is Yagongzi's in essence, and he is reborn at this moment, and there is no doubt that he is swaggering and deceiving under the banner of this Nuwa, and is committing murder and killing.

Who's going to debunk it?

Who should debunk such a falsehood?

Voiceless.

Except for the sound of the haohao piano, which had no other choice, without a trace of human voice, in Yingdu City, the crowd that had cheered and celebrated the triumphant victory fell directly into the ice cave.

They looked at Sheng Sushuang's face gloomy and indifferent.

They looked at Sheng Sushuang's green shadow with deep indifference, and they were indifferent and disdainful.

They ride on the wall.

They are fickle and have turned against each other.

Their silence is that there is a voice all the time.

The Great Sage's Last Voice.

Chu Xin has been stroking the qin, she also knows the instantaneous changes in the situation, from good to great sorrow, but she keeps showing her hands, the sound of the piano is not chaotic, she has no choice.

This question.

Wrong and right, it's not yourself who chooses, nor the moon country behind you, it's someone else who has already written it, writes the answer realistically, and you know it.

The mistakes are your own, and the points you lose are your own.

For this knowledge, you have to suffer this consequences.

The choice has been finalized, I can only continue to kill, I can only help Sheng Su Shuangtong Gu Jun and them to kill to the end, the strings of the Great Sage's Relic Sound are stained with blood beads on their fingers, Chu Xin is trying his best, and the playing at this moment should be continued with his life.

She's playing, but no one is listening.

Just like Han Xian, who is hanging on the Tiance Monument at this moment, although he has always been very courageous, how many people have seen this tenacity, and how much do they care?

Someone saw and heard, and they spoke.

'Fool~~. ’

'Stupid~~. ’

Han Xian has no shortage of audiences, but it is not applauding, but more mocking.

Now.

Behind the warmth of the Tiance Monument, the face is dyed with the jade light of the big snake of Yagongzi, and it is his own pale and dyed with a vivid paleness, and he is looking at the holiness of Yagongzi's snake and looking at the image of the blood demon on his body.

It was as if this failure was predestined.

Since ancient times, evil has prevailed over good.

Holy, flawless Ya Gongzi seems to be positive.

Blood Shadow, arrogant himself seems to be a demon.

Is this the foregone conclusion that the righteous demon should have?

"Hehe~~!"

Just him?