Little Pig's exaggerated performance was not pierced by death, the superior naturally has the consciousness and acting skills of the superior, and also has the bad taste of the superior, although she felt the panic of the little pig's mouth, but she was not in a hurry to ask the guilt, but asked it in a slightly joking voice: "Oh? Devil, tell me, why can't I be here?"

In the dark, the little pig's mouth and head were sweating urgently, and he deliberately pretended to be ignorant and chirped and said: "It's my slip of the tongue, I'm surprised by your appearance, yes, surprise! That's it!" The pig's face in the dark pretended to be a cute expression, and his eyes blinked, like an innocent pig baby.

However, the Grim Reaper was not in the mood to appreciate its performance, nor did it expose its inferior and malicious lies, and the Grim Reaper said to the little ram's horns, "Daughter..."

"Don't call me a daughter!" Little Horn's face became extremely distorted and angry: "I'm not your daughter, or you won't have a daughter in a few hours!"

"Huh?" Death was stunned, and then she spotted the pit bull in the arms of the little lambshorn, and what the little horns were doing to the bulldog.

Death's voice asked softly, with a slight bitterness, "Do you hate me so much?"

The little lamb horn laughed sharply: "Hate, more than hate! I really hate that I can't tear my own flesh and blood, and wipe out everything in my soul, and never have anything to do with you, the commander!"

What a hatred, how much resentment can make the little lamb horn so resentful of death.

Death asked her, "Have I done so much for you, and you don't realize it at all?"

"What have you done for me?" said the little lamb's horn, and with tears in her eyes, she asked the Grim Reaper, "What have you done for me that I can control, and what can I choose?"

The little pig's mouth on the side looked at the little lamb horn in amazement, a demon, actually cried, oh my God, this is even more unbelievable than the god of death is God!

"The parasite you chose for me?" the little lamb's horn took the unconscious and bloody pit bull in his hand, and asked the voice from which the voice came, "Or will you burn his flesh for your plan!"

"Is it the seal you gave me, or the power you gave me?"

"You transformed him into my parasite, and you pushed me to devour Wang Wang's soul so that I could inherit your abilities and become the next Grim Reaper, right?"

"Do you feel like I'm happy? Oh no, you never feel my feelings, I don't like that!"

"I want to be a woman," said this, and the little sheep's horn's gaze softened: "I want to be a flesh and blood, with emotion, with emotion," said the little lamb's horn with his hand and stuck the tears in the corner of his eye and continued: "A woman with laughter and tears," and then she stroked the blind dog in her hand and said, "His woman!"

Death was silent for a long time, there was no sound in the secret room, not even the sound of breathing, absolute silence.

The silence didn't last long, because there was still a piglet's mouth, and it was both the Grim Reaper's subordinate and the keeper of the little horns, so it was best for it to break the silence, and it knew very well what the Grim Reaper wanted to say but didn't say.

"Dudu, you calm down first, is it because of your physical reasons that you are so emotional?"

The little horn didn't bother with it.

The little pig's mouth said again: "But you are completely different from his identity, how can you be his woman?"

"Yes," the handsome eyes in the darkness of the little sheep's horns were full of resentment, "and my identity, not my identity... Uhh

The Grim Reaper exclaimed: "Pixiu mark, how can you have a Pixiu mark on your body!"

"How could there be? Not yet—" The little horn paused in pain again. Pixiu Seal is the same as the Demon Contract, and if there is a violation of the content of the contract in the behavior and thoughts, it will be punished. But here, in the hands of the current Grim Reaper, this question is not a problem.

I saw that in the darkness, the white light of the triangle on the chest of the little lamb's horn was gradually replaced by purple and black, and slowly turned into a circle.

At this time, Pixiu, who was far away somewhere, was stunned for a moment, and some uneasy thoughts were born in his heart, and he silently thought: What's wrong with me?

The little horn was finally able to speak normally again, but her first words turned out to be "Phew, fake kindness!"

Such outrageous words do not at all look like they come from the mouth of a man who has just been rescued.

The Grim Reaper didn't mind, she said coldly: "Go on, whether you die or not doesn't have much impact on me, but I want to know what the situation is with this Pixiu Mark!"

"Hmph," the little lamb sneered, "Finally showing your true colors, huh, don't you care about me anymore?"

"It's not because I'm your daughter, how could Pixiu sign this demonic contract with me?"

"When was it signed?" Death's tone at this time was not at all like the kindness of a mother when she spoke to her daughter, but more like interrogating a prisoner!

"Oops," the little horn of pain exclaimed, and suddenly laughed nervously, "I forgot when!

"What's the content of that agreement... No, you don't have to tell me, I think I know!" Death's tone regained the momentum that was under control, and then ignored how the little lamb's horns laughed arrogantly, and said to her indifferently: "Since you want to die so much, I will fulfill you!" and then the Grim Reaper said to the little pig's mouth: "When Wang Wang wakes up, you can send him to me!"

"Yes!" the little piglet did not dare to refuse, so he could only nod.

Then the voice of death just disappeared, and a mother left her dying daughter.

"Did you see that?" "You see?" Lamb's Horn stopped laughing and asked the little pig's mouth in the dark, "You see, this is my Death Mother, this is the Mother who can watch me die! Mother, I'm whew!" Little Sheephorn spat at the place where Death's voice disappeared: "It's dirty!" I don't know what Little Sheephorn is commenting, maybe she is talking about this mother-daughter relationship?

Suddenly, the little horn felt the strength in his body quickly subside, his legs fell to the ground as soon as he became weak, and the pit bull in his hand also fell to the ground, but even if the little horn did not hold it anymore, it still sucked the fingers of the little horn tightly and did not let go.

The little lamb's horn greedily glanced at the bulldog who was sucking his fingers, and said to the little pig who was standing on the side: "Look, this greedy little villain, if I die, he won't say let me go!"

Little Piggy looked at everything sadly, and finally couldn't help but say, "Actually, he is your brother!"

She smiled and said, "I already knew, otherwise, how could I hate her, how could I love him!" After speaking, the look in the eyes of the little sheephorn dimmed, and he didn't even have the strength to return to the light, and he didn't even have the strength to say a few more words, so he died.