The sickle on the hand of death no longer raised, and the hair also covered the terrible face and facial features by the way. The remaining half was the same as the snow lake. The beautiful face.
Look at Yang Zimei like a black hole.
She is a bit hair.
Even if she was covered by thousands of fierce beasts, she didn't feel so hard.
She suddenly remembered the black hole that almost devoured her in that different dimensions of space alleys.
Does his pupil also devour people?
Yang Zimei looked at Huo Wenhua, who was panicked in the car, remembered his responsibilities, and boldly said to the Death: "The people in the car are not the dead, please let him go!"
Death's lips did not answer, and the pupil light became cold.
Yang Zimei seemed to fall into the ice valley Xueyuan, and his body was cold.
In front of the god of death, she found the humbleness of her strength.
If it wasn't for artifacts like a small tower, she would be vulnerable at all.
"I read his brother's deep affection, and wanted him to meet with his brother, and let him gather in his body, he is not a limited person."
Yang Zimei hurriedly explained.
She didn't know if death would listen to her, but at least she had to do her best.
Huo Wenhua is not an ordinary person. He has a net worth of tens of billions. In order to obtain the maximum profit, he did a lot of things when he was young. Although he did not involve life, it also made many people fake.
After middle -aged, he became a hard -working, and began to reflect on his previous sins, and began to actively do good deeds to make up for the previous faults.
Such a person has great significance for the prefecture.
Therefore, as soon as his yang fell, he immediately caught the attention of death. He wanted to harvest his soul in his own hands, instead of being taken away by ordinary bull heads.
This was predicted by Yang Zimei before.
However, she did not expect that the god of death was like this.
"The limit has arrived, there is only two days of life."
Death suddenly said.
Hearing this, Yang Zimei was shocked.
Before, she had lost his life for Huo Wenhua. She could live at least 80 years old. Why only two days left?
Her fingers are counted by ——
Sure enough, the calculation results show that Huo Wenhua's numerology has changed, and the limit has arrived.
this……
She sweat coldly.
Is it because of her fault?
Before giving him gathered yin, she deduced it again, and it was only a serious illness.
"Two days later, I will come again!"
After the death, the death, turn around and turn around.
Yang Zimei hurriedly stopped in front of him, "Huo Wenhua will die, is it because of violations of heaven? Is it my fault?"
"No. That was the result he had to bear."
After the death, the sickle was closed, and the wide sleeves were put on, and the black clouds rolled him, disappearing instantly.
The gloomy air around.
The original cooling temperature returned to increase.
The air starts to flow.
Little animals started to call again.
Some of the original discrete ghosts also returned, floating around.
Yang Zimei opened the door and said to Huo Wenhua, "Mr. Huo, it's okay."
"Thank you Master Yang, thank you."
Huo Wenhua thanks.
Yang Zimei looked at him, his face was guilty.
He is about to come, and the death god will still come in two days. She is really powerless this time.
She also didn't know how to talk to him.
"Mr. Huo, are you afraid of death?"
Yang Zimei tentatively asked, "If you say that you will die in two days, what do you do?"
"Life and death, life and death, wealth is in the sky, and when I find Wendong's bones, I have no regrets in my life."
Huo Wenhua looked at the indifferent way of life and death.