The immortal could not see the expression of the god of death, which could be called "wonderful".

The black crow that stopped on the roof of the manor was thrilled.

If I had to state the emotions in the eyes of His Excellency Death.

That's probably it: the ruthless god has taken a liking to you, but he has always buried his mind in the bottom of his heart, and he doesn't know that this is the most pitiful love in the world.

Then the black crow remembered something more important.

They have always been believed in by Lord Reaper.

- Hatred lasts longer than illusory feelings.

“……”

Xianxian stood under the street lamp, looking up at death by feeling.

Summer nights in Sicily were still hot, and she was sweating all night, and now she just wanted to go back to a shower and sleep.

"That...... I'll go home first, Lo, sir? ”

The atmosphere seemed a little awkward, and the fairy raised her hand to greet the god of death and turned around......

Turned around and hit a lamp pole.

“……”

Damn, ahhh

This can be called one of the rare black histories in the life of the demon concubine.

Do it all over again.

She covered her forehead and whispered a painful groan: "...... What is the direction of my home? ”

Don't blame the blind for not looking at the road, because the blind can't see.

Immediately, the immortal heard the faint sneer of the Grim Reaper.

...... he still dares to laugh?

Xianxian covered her forehead, and the corners of her lips twitched.

Then, she suddenly felt her other hand being held by a cold palm.

Without saying a word, the Grim Reaper led her to the location of the manor.

“……”

Bear two faces under one hood?

Okay.

Hongu will forgive you for once.

As long as you don't kill me, we'll be able to say anything.

The two walked towards the manor, the distance was not far, but when they were about to approach, the god of death spoke: "Yuna, the murderer who drugged you tonight is ......"

"Don't help me, I can figure it out myself." The immortal was almost about to form a conditioned reflex to the "kindness" of the god of death.

This made the Grim Reaper squint.

"Hmm."

He let go and let her in.

Watching the girl grope her way into the door, Death leaned against the tree outside the manor, lowered his eyelashes and thought about it, his slender fingertips lifted, and a cigarette suddenly appeared in his hand.

Many human males smoke to relieve boredom.

The Grim Reaper didn't know much about the principle, but he only knew that he was inexplicably panicking now.

So he lit the cigarette he had taken through the void for the first time, and the cigarette holder bit the cold white lip, and the light white smoke gradually closed in front of his eyes, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

In fact, the Grim Reaper doesn't know what he's thinking.

His curiosity and emotion had come to an end in the long years of the gods.

He loved to listen to the screams and wails of humans or the dead, he loved to see wars make wars, he loved to collect souls but there were few souls that could make him collect them......

He had everything and nothing.

Removing the cigarette from his lips, the Grim Reaper raised his hand and flicked it away, turning to leave.

- This kind of human stuff is not suitable for gods.

-

After Xianxian returned to the manor, he took a bath and slept well.

The next day, all the memories of last night gradually returned to my brain, including Vera's sneaky footsteps and the scene when she finally pushed the door in.

Obviously, the medicine was ordered by Vera.

She got out of bed and called Mary.

Mary told her the better news that she had seen Vera steal her necklace and bracelet last night.

Mary asked, "Yuna, do you need to call the police?" ”

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