Xian Xian clenched the young man's hand.

The scenery around them is passing away in a hurry.

She couldn't tell if they were running for their lives faster or their hearts were beating faster!

But even so, they didn't have to flee far before they were stopped.

No, it shouldn't be said that it's human......

— rather, the gods.

The man was suspended in mid-air, looking at the fairy and the boy condescendingly.

He was dressed in a black robe with large black mandalas embroidered on the corners.

This outfit, and the aura of death that he has on his body like a winter night, is probably the former Grim Reaper before Chrislo.

In the flash of divine thoughts, the immortal immortal gained insight into the identity of the god opposite.

Just like fate, no matter how stubbornly you resist, you can't resist the coming of death.

She dragged the boy to her side, secretly guarding against the gods' sudden attack.

The former Grim Reaper glanced at the fairy and the boy coldly, and he didn't rush to kill them, but slowly put his hand into his sleeve while talking.

"Little ones, the prisoners of the entire Colosseum, now only the two of you are left."

These were the first words of the former Grim Reaper.

The immortal's face did not change, but in his heart he was speculating about the meaning of the words of the former god of death.

Could it be that in the nearly week since she and the teenager escaped, the prisoners had died cleanly?

How did he die?

When she realized this, it happened that the former Grim Reaper said the second sentence: "Because the strong man in the Colosseum has appeared, the remaining wastes will naturally be buried by the god himself." ”

"And the two of you are the two strong people who live to the end and have the quota to become gods."

"By the way, if you dare to run away under the noses of the gods, I have to say that your thoughts and actions to get my attention are really ingenious."

As he spoke, the corners of the lips of the former Grim Reaper hooked into a wicked smile.

From between the sleeves of his clothes, he took out a silver dagger and threw it at the feet of the fairy and the boy.

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The fairy and the boy looked at the dagger at their feet together.

Both of them had a bad premonition in their hearts.

At the same time, the aura of death on the body of the former god of death permeated the two immortals, forming an enchantment force, and the surrounding passers-by suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Just listen to him arrogantly say!

"The way to decide the winner is that you two can only live one!"

Only one can live.

It means another person—

Will die!

“……”

After the death myth of his predecessor, the young man shook off the hand of the fairy and threw himself at the dagger at his feet!

This reflex ability, which is enough to be called god-speed, made a flash of appreciation flash in the eyes of the former Grim Reaper.

He lowered his haughty eyes and glanced at the boy.

The boy's life experience immediately came to his mind.

Chrislo, an orphan who grew up in a slum, has been crawling and rolling for more than ten years, and he is extremely ruthless and has been poisoned.

The only relative death in this life is probably the old man in the restaurant, who was killed at the last moment......

Such a guy who has no relatives and no reason, and has weak feelings, is really a good material to become a god.

He still has the breath of doom on his body, and it just so happens that the god of doom has been vacant for many years, as long as he dies in his hand, the young man can become the new god of ancient Rome.

The Grim Reaper's time to ponder was only two to three seconds, and the boy was already holding the dagger in his hand.

The former Grim Reaper, suspended in mid-air, probed slightly, as long as the boy could kill the girl not far away, then he would definitely support the child to become the new god of doom.

As he expected, the young man aimed his dagger at the immortal......

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