Suddenly, he was hugged by a touch of warmth, and the grim reaper looked condescendingly at the girl's sweet face.

Xianxian touched his waist upwards, sighed in his heart that it felt so good, and at the same time withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and sighed:

"Is it Mr. Luo?"

"Hmm."

Glancing at the laughing children, the Grim Reaper turned and entered the room.

Feeling that the breath around him was a little cold, Xianxian followed crampedly, pretending to be uneasy and asked: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hug you just now, I'll play peek-a-bo......o with the children again."

Recalling the hug just now, the Grim Reaper was not angry.

He curled his fingertips and whispered, "No, it's that I don't like children very much." ”

He was disgusted by such carefree creatures. That's why he's a little impatient.

"Huh?" He immediately saw a sense of guilt rise on the human girl's face, "Then I shouldn't have brought you here, I thought you would like children." ”

He is the god of death, which represents death, and the fresh and pure soul is what he resists.

How could he like children?

But there is no need to say these to the fairy, the god of death leaned against the window, looked at the girl who groped for the crutch, walked to the table blankly and was about to pick up the bag and leave the welfare home with him, and suddenly said: "Yuna, we have known each other for a while, right?" ”

“……”

The alarm bell in the immortal's heart was loud.

Yes, she has known the Grim Reaper disguised as a human for about a week, and gradually realized that the other party seems to be elegant, but under the elegance hides a cold character.

Unlike the arrogant nature of kings, the gods are ruthless and indifferent to everything in this world.

Therefore, she knew very well why the Grim Reaper, who loved to collect souls and listen to the wails of the dead, would stay with her.

He wanted to collect her soul, but during this time she had everything taken care of, according to the other party's very important principle, he wanted to help her three times and then collect her soul's promise, and the other party wanted to help her nowhere to reach out.

And he already felt a little impatient with such days.

"To be precise, Mr. Luo, we've known each other for a week, seven hours, and twenty-three minutes." But in the end, Xian Xian hid all his thoughts under the surface and said softly.

Hearing her so carefully calculate the time that he didn't even notice.

The Grim Reaper's eyes deepened as he looked at the fairy, like a beast gently poking out its claws when it caught its prey.

"Yuna, I can grant you three requests." The Grim Reaper threw his own bait.

Xianxian sighed in his heart.

He really wanted her to die!

But she could only pretend to be dazed, with empty eyes: "Why, Mr. Luo? ”

"Because—"

Death's cold white lips hooked, and he walked in front of the girl who stopped walking on his slender legs, raised his hand and pressed her shoulder, and said:

"Yuna is very likable."

The black crow perched on the shoulder of the Grim Reaper let out a mournful and low cry.

"Your Excellency, won't your conscience hurt when you deceive a little girl??"

The Grim Reaper glanced at the raven on his shoulder.

That glance made the poor timid crow shiver all over his body.

What that glance meant—

"If you talk more, I'll kill you!"

The fairy caught the crow's cry and changed the subject: "Mr. Luo, did you hear the crow's call?" There's a crow here? ”

"You heard me wrong." The Grim Reaper, who had lost a great opportunity, was not so resigned, and said again: "Yuna can ask me, no matter what the request is, I will agree to you." ”

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