The fairy didn't know that the black crow had taken a breath for her, and if she knew, she might think that the crows around the god of death were a hundred times more useful than her own stupid system.

After eating, she groped her way back to the third-floor bedroom, pushed open the window, and felt the warm sunlight, which was probably close to dusk.

And the fairy fairy never knew how beautiful she was in the eyes of the black crow who flew back, and the face that reflected the red glow made the black crow only find three words that seemed to be out of place from his scarce thesaurus, the name of a flower: Xiang Xuelan.

I heard the crow's can't help but hiss.

There was an invisible smile on the corner of the fairy lips, and she slowly put a handful of grains from the farmland in her palm and handed it out the window.

And, the fairy began to learn the bird's call: "Coo-coo." He flicked his hand.

Even though the black crow was accustomed to eating carrion, that hand was like a temptation to it, so that it involuntarily approached, like a moth to a fire, this time it did not even dare to make a sound, and gently tapped the palm of the fairy with its sharp beak.

The black crow, which symbolizes doom and misfortune, eats grain in the hands of the maiden, and if it looks to others, this must be an extremely beautiful and beautiful scene, and there is hope and new life in the decay.

"Ugh." The fairy began to implement the plan, she knew that it was the crow of the god of death in her hand, but she thought that the other party was an ordinary sparrow and white bird, and said lightly:

"Little guy, some words have been stuffed in my heart for a long time, I don't know who to talk to, maybe, only you are willing to listen to my long-winded words."

The black crow stepped into the trap of the immortal without hesitation.

I only heard her say, "I also thought about death." ”

The crow's eyes widened.

Xianxian added: "When I learned that I was blind, I also thought about death. But I think there is hope only if we are alive, and no one knows what will happen in the future, maybe good luck will come tomorrow? ”

The words that were half decadent and half bitter made the crow flap its wings.

- There will be no good luck! Yuna, Sicily, you have been targeted by Lord Death, and you will not have good luck, and within a year, you will be greeted with your own death, and the Lord Death will be notified by Lord Death himself.

But this sentence is forbidden, if the crow wants to live, it cannot say it to the immortals.

Although, it had wanted to say to her.

However, the crow never expected that the fairy would touch its wings and say, "What kind of bird are you?" Sometimes I want to be a bird, so that I can fly freely in the sky. There is no pain, well, your feathers are pleasant to the touch, you must look good, right? ”

- It is the black crow, the crow that the world hates and fears, and is in the company of death.

But it has to be said that there is a fable that is true among mankind, that is, the black crow, who loves beauty very much.

It turns out that some people's praise sounds like it makes the crow feel so excited?

The black crow glanced deeply at the fairy, and finally flapped its wings and flew away.

Listening to the movement of it flying away, the fairy didn't say a word more, just thought, the crow next to the god of death should be very spiritual, right?

She lay on her bed, quietly waiting for time to pass and tomorrow to come.

On the other side, the crow hovered over the branches, and finally waited for death that night.

"Stupid thing." Glancing at the crow, the god of death snorted coldly, raised his hand and brushed the black robe on his body, and the aura of death that lingered on him suddenly dissipated a lot.

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