Jing'er pressed his hand and said, "I know him. He's a bit crazy. He chased me before and I ignored him. Don't worry, I'll just scold him a few times."
Lin Lefeng was a little unconvinced, "His appearance is unsettling. He is wearing a black suit on a hot day, as if he is attending a funeral. Do you really know him?"
"I'm sure," Jing'er said, "Don't get out of the car. Stay here. He has failed in his courtship and is resentful. If you get out of the car, it will anger him even more."
Lin Lefeng looked back a few more times, and the man really looked at him with hatred. He somewhat believed Jing'er's words and said, "Then be careful. If you need anything, call me loudly."
Jinger smiled lightly, "Don't worry, he won't hurt me."
Jing'er opened the door and got out of the car, and walked to the Ferrari behind. She walked to the passenger seat of the Ferrari, opened the door and got in. She sat next to the man and said, "What do you want to do?"
The God of Death looked at Jing'er quietly, with a trace of confusion on his face, but more of it was hatred, "Are you his woman?" He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, as hollow as if it came from hell.
"You can say that." Jing'er nodded.
The God of Death laughed wildly, "Then you brought it upon yourself, and it is not a pity to die!" After saying that, he raised his hand and pinched Jing'er's neck. Jing'er smiled and said, "You try?" There was a looming swastika between her eyebrows,
Although there was a smile on his face, his eyes were cold.
The God of Death felt a sting in the palm of his hand. He retracted his hand and asked angrily: "Who are you?"
Jing'er said calmly: "Who he is has nothing to do with you. I just want to know why you want to follow Lin Lefeng."
The God of Death's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light like a poisonous snake, and he said every word: "He and I have an sworn hatred."
"He killed your whole family? No, the God of Death walks alone. He has no relatives or friends. Besides, how can he, a mortal man, go against you?" Jing'er said coldly.
Death was shocked. He did not expect Jing'er to be able to see through his identity. He looked at her with shock in his eyes, "Who are you?"
Jing'er put her hand on his shoulder and smiled sweetly, "I don't believe you don't know."
The God of Death stared at the swastika between her eyebrows, and suddenly a surname flashed in his mind. He asked in surprise: "Is your surname Long?"
"That's right!" Jing'er said calmly, "I have no intention of interfering with your grudges with others, but if you don't want to be your god of death, I won't be polite to you."
Death sneered, "Even people from the Long family are just humans. Why do you fight with me? You are just relying on Emperor Pangu. The gods give you face, which does not mean they are really afraid of you."
"Really? Do you want to try it?" The smile on Jing'er's lips became colder and colder.
The God of Death was suddenly startled, and his whole face turned pale with a hint of purple. He looked down with some difficulty. The dragon staff in Jing'er's hand was pressed against his waist, and a coldness slowly poured into him.
Inside his body, he couldn't move, couldn't draw his magic power, and even had some difficulty speaking.
Jing'er asked softly: "What grudge do you have with him?"
The God of Death gritted his teeth and turned his head away, unwilling to answer her words.
Jing'er let go, "Okay, just don't say it, I don't like forcing others." She opened the car door and said coldly: "It's just that I hope you think clearly before taking action, is it worth falling into my hands just to kill a mortal?
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Death shuddered and looked at her with some confusion.
Jing'er got out of the car, and there was the sound of a car starting behind her. She heard Lin Lefeng's scream, "Jing'er, be careful!"
The car stopped abruptly, less than three inches away from Jing'er, and her clothes were about to touch the front of the car. She turned around and stared at the God of Death, "This time, I will take it as a warning. Next time, you...
There is no need for Emperor Fengdu of Beiyin to do anything, just go to the water prison and stay there."
The hand of the God of Death hung down helplessly, his expression as cold as death.
The God of Death is a Western term. His real enthronement is Emperor Fengdu of Beiyin, the god who oversees hell. After Hell was destroyed by Feng Lingxiao many years ago, Hell was officially under the jurisdiction of Feng Lingxiao, and Emperor Fengdu
He oversaw the underworld and had a higher position than the Lord of Hell of the Ten Palaces. As for why he would have a grudge against Lin Lefeng, a mortal, Jing'er was really puzzled.
Lin Lefeng jumped out of the car and ran to Jing'er in shock. He held her shoulders and asked, "Is everything okay? Are you injured?" He roared at the God of Death, "Are you crazy? Just ask for love. Are you going to ask for love?"
What about murdering people? Madman!" He forgot that madman was his own nickname, but used it to curse the God of Death.
The God of Death glared at Lin Lefeng, wanting to cut him into pieces. Lin Lefeng was a little frightened by his eyes, so he supported Jing'er and said, "Let's go back. If we get into trouble again, we'll call the police and arrest him."
Jing'er said: "Don't worry, I'm fine!" She was still a little touched. She had always treated him so badly, but she didn't expect him to be so worried when he thought something was wrong with her. She began to feel that her hard work was not in vain. Perhaps, he
It's not as bad as outsiders say.
The two drove away. The God of Death sat in the car and couldn't get up for a long time. Just now he wanted to hit Jing'er with his car. She was a human being with a mortal body. If she hit her with such a huge impact, even if she didn't die, she would at least be disabled. But
Unexpectedly, without being hit by the person, he was bounced back by a powerful force, sealing all his blood vessels and making him unable to move. Now that she is gone, he still feels that his blood is surging and he can't breathe back.
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There were people from the Long family around Lin Lefeng. The God of Death only felt that revenge was hopeless, and he felt even more resentful in his heart. However, if this revenge was not avenged, he would feel like there was a thorn in his heart all the time, and he could not sleep or eat well.
He said gloomily: "God of Wealth, you have caused me to be punished by the Jade Emperor, you have also caused me to be laughed at by all the immortals, and you have even caused me to have my power reduced. This hatred is irreconcilable. Don't think I will let you go."
It took him a long time to drive away. The car disappeared on the small road, leaving only dust in the sky, which confused the eyes of passers-by.
Lin Lefeng said in the car: "Do you want to call the police and file a record? There is no guarantee that he will come to you again in the future."
Jing'er said: "It's useless, he hasn't done anything to me now, the police won't accept it."
Lin Lefeng asked: "Don't you know that road bureau? Go and see her and ask her to arrange a few people to protect you."
Jing'er said angrily: "I'm not a political figure. Besides, although that person is a lunatic, he won't really hurt me. You should be careful when you go out. If anything happens, call me immediately."
Lin Lefeng said: "What danger will I be in? The person he is chasing is not me. Besides, even if I am really in danger, what's the use of calling you? Can you come out and save me immediately?" After saying that, he tilted his head.
He glanced at her with a somewhat unhappy expression.
Jing'er slowed down the car and said calmly: "Even if I can't help you, at least I can know if you are dead. If you are dead, I will not call an ambulance and save you some money for funeral arrangements."
Lin Lefeng got angry, grabbed her hand on the steering wheel, and bit her hard, "I told you to talk nonsense!"
Jing'er hit him on the head, "Seeking death!"
The two of them drove home happily, but behind them, resentment surged into the sky, and a pair of hateful eyes seemed to be everywhere.