The Grim Reaper had just returned from ancient Rome, where the Colosseum was filled with screams and wails, which made the noble god feel a faint sense of interest in his heart.

He loved to see the weak human beings in their dying struggles, and he knew that none of them could escape death in the end, and that the world in which those screams were his great playground of joy.

At this time, the timid crow also seemed to have noticed the good mood of the god of death, and cautiously approached and said:

"—Your Excellency, I would like to praise the beauty of the blind girl."

It didn't know how to help such a human girl escape death, so it could only do what it could to try to shake the heart of Lord Death for the girl who sang its praises for the first time.

"Oh?" The knuckled fingers rubbed against the mandala of the throne armrest, and the dark nails made the hand bony and demonic beautiful.

The voice coming from under the hood of the Grim Reaper, a syllable of an understatement, could be heard from the carelessness and callousness of the gods.

"She's like Xiang Xuelan!" The crow finally had the courage to speak.

In this way, the Grim Reaper, who was originally about to kill the crow, paused his fingertips on the armrest.

The long years of the gods have made him extremely knowledgeable, and the three words Xiang Xuelan seem to have nothing to do with the girl, but the god of death has insight into what the crow wants to say.

Because the flower language of Xiang Xuelan is-

Your sweet and innocent face is like the innocent girl in the painting, you don't eat the fireworks of the world, and at the same time, you don't know the sinister of the world.

The cold white lips under the black hood evoke a playful arc.

I have to say that the interest of the Grim Reaper has been stirred up a bit.

Because the two black crows beside the god both praised the beauty of the girl, one described it as a doll in a very ingenious cupboard, and the other compared it to a pure and immaculate Xiang Xuelan.

I have seen countless souls, souls that are ugly and wailing, and if you let death describe this world, it is sin, and it is extremely evil.

Ignoring the words "sinister" made the Grim Reaper feel the urge to see that human girl for the first time in the world.

But if you describe it as a percentage, this impulse is about 0.01 percent?

After all, his enthusiasm, madness, and desire to fight were wiped out in the early years, and with it, curiosity and longing for the world dissipated.

He, O supreme god, Lord Death.

Sitting on the throne suspended in the void, the phoenix eyes with a beautiful silhouette hidden under the hood gently swept towards the large manor downstairs, and his eyes seemed to pass through all the obstacles in the sky, looking at the girl lying on the goose down bed and being held in it by the soft mattress like feathers.

But in fact, the Grim Reaper retracted his eyes carelessly and coldly the moment he was about to see the immortal.

Anyway, he will help the girl three times, and there will always be a meeting between them, and there is no rush for a while.

So when Xianxian woke up the next day, she pushed open the window and only touched a bouquet of flowers that had been picked up by a black crow.

She couldn't see it, so she could only grope to put the flower on the tip of her nose and sniff it gently, the unique taste was Xiang Xuelan.

…… Is the language of flowers pure?

She doesn't have anything to do with purity.

But Xianxian still groped to put Xiang Xuelan in a vase, poured some water, and was about to turn around, when Aunt Mary's eager voice sounded outside the door.

"Yuna! Someone is going to take your estate! ”

At the same time, the Throne of Death hidden in the void solidified a little, as if it had also heard the cry from the manor.

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