The Grim Reaper, who overlooked the world, naturally did not miss the blonde girl who came to the manor with a box of biscuits.

But he didn't have the slightest idea of going down to deal with her.

Just like that, he watched coldly as Vera kept knocking on the door.

The black raven rested on the armrest of the Throne of Death.

This scene can almost be integrated with the night, and it has a cold beauty that can cut through the night.

Until, the Grim Reaper put his eyes in another direction carelessly, and heard a groan. Moans came from far away.

“……”

Before Xianxian returned to the bedroom, she sensed that something was wrong in her body.

She walked back to the bedroom with difficulty, and the crutch in her hand fell to the ground the moment the door opened.

She finally put her back against the door of the house, and her whole body was soft on the carpet.

Thinking of Vera's sneaky footsteps going out, everything became clear in the fairy fairy's heart.

Vera loves the Grim Reaper and is ready to drug it......

And Vera's medicine can't even be carried by men, let alone her. The drugged orange juice was drunk clean by her.

Vera...... I really owe it to the sun......

The fairy lying on the carpet, her figure curled up into a shrimp, and the corners of her eyes were forced to burst into a beautiful red, which was taken into the eyes of the Grim Reaper who came to the window.

At this time, there was a struggling soul living in her body, and that soul burst out with an extremely stunning color in the eyes of death.

Death did not approach the room, but sat on the throne, elbows resting on the armrests, palms on foreheads, watching the scene almost in fascination.

Pure and sinful, gorgeous and decadent, like a blood-stained flower growing in hell on earth.

The black crow was secretly anxious: "Your Excellency...... Look at Yuna? ”

"Hmm. Beautiful, isn't it? "The Grim Reaper has no intention of helping, and his dark voice is full of death.

The Grim Reaper over there was not ready to help, and when the immortal on this side was secretly worried about how to solve this matter, she felt that the eyes of danger fell on her.

Chris Low......

No, death is coming.

But why didn't the Grim Reaper come in?

The next moment this doubt appeared in her mind, she had an insight into the answer.

Death was waiting for her to call for help, and the more she struggled, the more excited he became, and when he heard her wail, he might be able to raise it. Tide.

Yes, this is the Grim Reaper, the most ruthless god and the worst god in the world.

It's really loveless.

Xianxian closed his eyes and felt the desire in his body, and he could only rely on himself.

So she struggled to reach behind her and pull the zipper.

With a smack, a smooth snow-white back was revealed in the darkness, and the white cotton skirt was half-opened, half-concealed and half-hidden, which was even more tempting.

The black crow, which had stuck its head to the window, was grabbed by death and thrown into the distance.

The girl's soul has been labeled as a possession by him, and under this premise, no one or anything can desecrate her, not even the sight.

Death looked at the girl in the bedroom faintly, struggled to her feet, and staggered and groped her way to the bathroom in the bedroom.

The bathroom door is facing the window.

In the bathroom, he could clearly see her staggering to the shower, and the trickling water fell from the showerhead, soaking all the black hair and white dress, revealing the curves.

Maybe go in, maybe leave, Death felt he had a choice.

And this choice, he vaguely felt, was a fate that could affect the fate of countless people.

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PS: It's the most exciting part again (no

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