At the same time that the immortal thought so.

Death's arm suddenly crossed the table, fingertips pinching her delicate jaw.

The fairy was startled by his sudden move, and blankly rushed his face in the direction where the god of death was.

What happened to this Grim Reaper?

She thought secretly and shouted, "Mr. Luo? ”

The girl's empty and dead eyes were open, her pink lips were slightly open, and her face was dazed, which made the emotions that had been suppressed in Death's heart surging wildly unconsciously.

This time he didn't bring the black crow, and Mary was busy in the kitchen, so no one could see how terrifying and dangerous the look was hidden in the god's eyes.

He stared at the light white on the fairy fairy's lips, and wiped it off little by little with his thumb, and his tone was a little dull and cold like a grim reaper: "Well, Yuna, you have something on your lips." ”

“…… And, Yuna, you can try to trust me. ”

He didn't know the hidden precautions of the fairy fairy, but he always believed that the girl was his prey and his sacrifice, and sooner or later she would bloom into the most beautiful appearance, and when she encountered danger for the third time, she asked him for help and returned to the embrace of death.

He was waiting and looking forward to that day.

I only hope that he will not wait for him to run out of patience and tear up his promise with his own hands.

The Grim Reaper withdrew his hand, looked at the milky white on his fingertips, gently held it between his lips, and narrowed his phoenix eyes.

Pudding, very sweet.

The immortal suddenly felt creepy, as if he was being targeted by some large beast.

Needless to say, she was pretty sure that the Grim Reaper in front of her was the one staring at her.

But the difference in strength between her and him made her only pretend to be unconscious, "Is Mr. Luo looking at me?" ”

The Grim Reaper snorted.

"Why does Mr. Luo keep staring at me?" Xianxian calmly threw out his bait.

As a result, well, the Grim Reaper didn't answer at all.

He's always been a god who doesn't play his cards according to common sense.

Xianxian: "......"

"Does Mr. Luo think I'm good-looking?"

This time, the Grim Reaper's unreasonable play of cards finally raised a sense of crisis in her heart.

The demon concubine thought that if she didn't want to die, she could only do her best to seduce the other party.

Let the gods be reluctant to let her die, reluctant to give up this warm body.

…… If there is no discipline, there is no discipline, how can you manage so much in the thought of life and death.

She pressed her palms against the table and leaned over it with feeling.

The distance between her and the Grim Reaper was suddenly narrowed, and she could even smell the scent of him, no longer representing the beginning of love, but the death mandala.

"Mr. Luo?" She opened her mouth.

Death stared at the face that was close at hand.

But that face wasn't what attracted him.

Rather, he felt that he had seen with his own eyes that a sinful flower had bloomed on her soul.

Purity is intertwined with sin.

His voice was hoarse again, clearly sensing that the other party was seducing him.

He snorted: "Yuna of Sicily, of course she is good-looking." ”

Then I saw the girl on the other side and reached out to touch his face.

Death was stunned.

I only heard Xianxian say: "Mr. Luo, I don't know what you look like, you are still courteous, you should let me see if you look good." ”

The hand swept from his slightly quivering eyelashes, across the bridge of his nose, and over his thin white lips, to his chin.

"Mr. Luo, I can paint, I'll draw a portrait for you."

Just when the Grim Reaper wanted to grab the girl's wrist—

The fairy suddenly withdrew his hand and sat back in his seat, as if the little ambiguous atmosphere that had just risen was his illusion.

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