"Lianyi, didn't you say that these Manzhu Shahua are poisonous? Why did you rush in? Don't be stunned by the poison!"
Yang Zimei murmured while looking around for Lianyi's small figure.
While searching, I saw a thick, black cloud suddenly rising from the blood-red sea of flowers...
Seeing this black cloud, Yang Zimei's heart skipped a beat and he looked back at Huo Wenhua unconsciously.
Huo Wenhua's face also turned pale.
Although he was ready to face death.
However, when death really came, he was a little afraid and flinched.
The world of death is an unknown, hesitant and fearful existence for people.
Is he really going to die?
Huo Wenhua looked at the thick black cloud with a cold look on his body, and then looked at his younger brother Huo Wendong.
At this time, Huo Wendong's eyes were full of excitement and expectation.
I hope that the God of Death can take away Huo Wenhua's soul and let it be reborn in this body.
As long as he is reborn, he will overturn the miserable life he has lived in the past and use Huo Wenhua's tens of billions to live the most enjoyable life and make up for the shortcomings of the past.
Yang Zimei looked at the black robe with complicated emotions. Her long black hair covered most of her face, floating in the air without any movement in the wind. She held a black sickle in her hand and stepped on the red Manzhu Shahua, slowly rising from the black
The god of death coming out of the clouds!
Cool black man!
Red Manzhu Shahua!
Creates a distinct visual effect!
This effect makes people want to suffocate!
Such a god of death is so handsome that people are obsessed with him!
Since she clearly fell in love with Long Zhutian, Yang Zimei has become less infatuated, but this time she couldn't help but look at the God of Death with red hearts in her eyes, and her mouth was watering.
The God of Death walked towards them with tiny steps in the air, carrying an extremely powerful aura.
That half of the face that looked very much like a snowy lake was so cold and inhumane that the air around him instantly turned to zero.
Huo Wenhua unconsciously hid behind Yang Zimei and said in a trembling voice, "Master Yang, will death be terrible? Will I go to hell and be fried in oil?"
"Won't."
Yang Zimei comforted him and said, "The God of Death personally came to pick you up. That means you will have a good destination after death. Don't worry."
Huo Wenhua's heart was still uneasy.
Indeed, in this world, no one can face death calmly!
Even Yang Zimei would be scared if she knew she was going to die.
"Brother, don't forget what you promised me!"
Huo Wendong shouted from the side, "You said you wanted to give me your body to be reborn. Kneel down and beg for death!"
Huo Wenhua glanced at Huo Wendong with a slightly disappointed look.
However, he did not kneel!
Even in the face of death, he is still a man of character and cannot kneel down casually like this.
Moreover, he also believed that the God of Death would not care about begging, only whether it was sincere or not.
He just wanted to impress the God of Death with his sincere feeling of guilt for his brother, hoping that he would be moved and agree to his request.
The god of death came to Yang Zimei with a cold wind.
"Hello, Lord Death!"
When they met again, the two became familiar with each other, so Yang Zimei took the initiative to say hello to him.
The god of death's eyes, which were as black as black holes and could swallow everything, glanced at her lightly, nodded slightly, and said nothing.
However, getting his nod is already a great honor.