"Ah, big brother! I'm so happy to meet you! ”

Qiao Ling felt as if her hand was being held by some unknown dirty object. I just want to cut down the dirt on the other side.

Looking carefully at the person who spoke in front of him, this person had a shoehorn face, and he was ugly to a new realm and a new height.

Dressed in a shabby black robe, he still holds a scythe in his hand.

"Who do you dare to ask?" Qiao Ling, who has a slight cleanliness habit, has a plummeting favorability for the guy in front of him.

[Why did I add some inexplicable settings?] 】

The man breathed a long sigh of relief, looking like he was about to read a commentary, "I, I am the only god of death in this heaven and earth, and the life and death of this world are under my control." ”

"Oh."

"Huh? You're done with one?! ”

Qiao Ling looked at this grim reaper with a look at the stray dog on the side of the road, "Otherwise? ”

Any normal person would be angry if he was so despised, but the Grim Reaper had no meaning of life, but was full of interest, "Even if you roar, it's not a man who is going to be my colleague, and even being mean has a bit of my charm." ”

[In the face of the strangeness of this variety, theoretically complaining about him is the most in line with the characteristics of this book, but in view of the absence of our spitting machine actor Xue Fei, and the second male is cold in the setting, so I have to do it myself]

Qiao Ling cupped his forehead, and said helplessly, "Mr. Death, can you introduce me to this world?" ”

"I tell you, this world is different! It's not something to brag about, but I'd say it's all because of me! Many years ago, a young man came to me and said that he wanted to live forever, wasn't that a joke? What is immortality? Is that something that can be given to people at will? It must not be right, so he wants to make a bet with me, and I lose the bet, and all mankind will be immortal. Immortality is not a good thing for a world, I tell you! The cycle of life and death has been interrupted, and it is really terrible, and this world is about to end! Young man, it's up to you to save the world! ”

"I ......"

"I'm telling you, it's easy to save the world! All you need to do is find ten people who voluntarily give up their lives, and I can find a chance to liberate this world! ”

"It's just finding someone to commit suicide, is it difficult? Why can't you do it? ”

Mr. Death shook his fingers like the pendulum of a clock, "You don't know this, young man, this world is an optimistic world famous in the multiverse!" People here will smile and smile when they encounter such a thing! Even I, the death-spreading Grim Reaper, can't make the people here lose the will to live! ”

[No, no, it's impossible for people to have suicidal thoughts with your kind of comic]

"Let's go, boy, I'm optimistic about you!" Mr. Death threw Qiao Ling a thumbs-up emoji and disappeared without a trace.

Qiao Ling didn't ink, and according to his sixth sense about death, he found the first target he wanted to persuade.

[What is the sixth sense of death, isn't it just the prompt of the Ya system]

The first target is a fat mound.

Fat Dun looks like he's thirty years old, but he looks like a nit, a rice worm that means nothing to his family and society.

Qiao Ling suddenly appeared in front of the fat dun, and the fat dun looked at Qiao Ling with an expression that suddenly appeared in front of me in broad daylight, and anyone could have met this situation, and even said, "Hello." ”

It's also thanks to Qiao Ling that he didn't say any complaints, if it was Xue Fei here, the complaints would definitely be like machine guns.

"Hello! Can you tell me a little bit about yourself? ”

"Well, okay! My name is Xue Zhenglong, and I'm a good-for-nothing guy! Obviously I can't do anything.,But it's not good to have a big temper.,In addition to eating and sleeping all day long, I also play games.,Look at it! I'm just a shameless scumbag! But even so, I'm very happy! I can feel every beautiful moment in my life, I am really happy! ”

Qiao Ling looked at the fat dun in front of him with a happy smile on his face, but he said such terrible lines on his lips, and a chill surged into his heart.

This situation is no longer a matter of slots, but a matter of horror and horror.

Maybe there really is that kind of person who looks at such a scene and doesn't feel terrifying but only interesting, but Qiao Ling is not in the ranks of that kind of person, he is just an ordinary person like thousands of people in this world.

Qiao Ling, who felt that his spirit was polluted, decided to give up the game and forcibly quit.

After clicking the forcibly exit button, Qiao Ling's eyes appeared again in the darkness like chocolate sauce.

It didn't take long for the retarded voice to appear again: "Oh, you can't do this, you are obviously asked to persuade others to give up your life, how can you give up your own life!" And I said it, no one in this world will die, including you and me! ”

"I see."

Qiao Ling didn't ramble, and directly used the ability of the god of death to travel to that fat dun.

The fat dun opened his mouth as if he wanted to repeat the previous lines, but Qiao Ling didn't give him that chance at all, and directly used the Grim Reaper's privileged ability to "deprive him of life" and turn that fat dun into a dead man.

At the moment of Fat Dun's death, a dazzling golden light shone, and the Fat Dun was resurrected in a state full of blood on the spot.

That death seemed to Fat Dun as if it didn't exist at all, and he still had that oozing smile on his face, and he said that set of lines that were so extreme that he didn't know how to evaluate it.

The life deprivation of the Grim Reaper is an extremely unreasonable skill, according to the logic of the game world, the stronger the skill, the longer the CD, so our poor Qiao Ling had to listen to the fat dun chanting his lines like Tang Seng reciting a mantra.

10，9，8，7，6，5，4，3，2，1。

Cooldown ends, life deprivation.

The golden light shines and is resurrected in place.

Long lines, long CD.

Death that comes again, resurrection again.

Death, resurrection.

The Buddha said that there is great terror between life and death, and there is great freedom.

Qiao Ling didn't feel any comfort and horror in this cycle of life and death, only endless anger.

Most people advocate positivity, and words like positivity and optimism seem to be inherently associated with beauty and positive energy.

But isn't that blind optimism wrong? Isn't that another escape from real life? Isn't it another manifestation of cowardice?

Hard work will not betray yourself, but it will betray your dreams. (The big teacher takes out his notebook and listens carefully to the lecture)

Qiao Ling hates those guys who only talk about hard work and optimism.