Xue Hu reached out and flicked a chestnut on her forehead, "Baby girl, when it comes to the God of Death being so excited, aren't you afraid that your boy named Long will be jealous?"
"Hehe, even if he is jealous, he is beyond his reach. He is in the United States now, far away from me. What's more, I don't have any bad thoughts about the God of Death. I just think he is handsome and cool."
Yang Zimei stuck out his tongue slyly and laughed evilly.
"He's never been with you?"
Xue Hu was a little surprised.
"Well, it seems that he and I are destined to spend less time together and more separation. Also, this is my fate. Who calls me a fortune teller? Five disadvantages and three shortcomings."
Yang Zimei said sadly.
"What a silly girl!"
Xue Hu scolded, then reached out and touched her hair with fondness in his eyes, "I will not leave you in the future unless the disaster of the next thousand years comes."
Hearing this, Yang Zimei's heart felt warm again.
Because she had lost too much, it was easy for her to care.
She was afraid that the people she cared about would leave one by one, leaving her alone in the end.
Xue Hu promised that he would not leave her side, and she was really happy.
She loves relying on Snow Lake!
Of course, I prefer Xuehu to be relied on by her!
"Xue Hu, is the God of Death a relative of yours?" Yang Zimei noticed that Xue Hu had a strange emotion when he asked just now.
"I don't know. Maybe it's my father."
Xue Hu's eyes were a little unexpectedly misty, "I heard that he became a god, but I didn't expect that he would become a god of death."
"Ahem...you...father? How can you be so young?"
Hearing what Xue Hu said, Yang Zimei was so surprised that he almost choked on his own saliva.
In her guess, she thought it was Xue Hu's brother.
Now he has been upgraded to his father!
The word father, in everyone's imagination, is associated with old age.
But the God of Death is so young, vigorous and handsome!
It's really hard to accept.
"Stupid girl, we are monsters and will never grow old. Naturally, my father does not look old either. However, I don't know how old he is. He must have been ten thousand years old."
Xue Hu said with a smile.
Long live?
Yang Zimi was sweating.
The world of monsters is indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
Humans can live to be a hundred years old, which is already a long life.
In the world of demons, even little demons like Lianyi who have not yet formed are almost a thousand years old.
"It's such a blessing to be a demon!"
Yang Zimei couldn't help but sigh.
"Stupid! Being a human has the troubles of being a human being, and being a monster also has the troubles of being a monster. So what if we can live for tens of thousands of years? Even if we never grow old, so what? In addition to endless loneliness, we also have to suffer from the elements every once in a while.
Tribulation, it doesn’t make much sense when you think about it, it’s better to be a human being and live your life for decades, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, and live it truly.”
Xue Hu rolled his eyes at her.
"maybe!"
Yang Zimei pursed his lips and smiled, suddenly thinking of Xiao Qian Lianyi and the others, he grabbed Xue Hu's arm, "Xue Hu, tell me honestly, did you hide Xiao Qian Lianyi and the others?"
"I'm not hiding!"
Xue Hu pulled her to stand up, "Let's go, I'll take you to find them."
"Very good!"
Yang Zimei was ecstatic.
Snow Lake has been found, Xiaoqian Ripples, Huo Wenhua and the others are fine, then everything will clear up!
I wonder if Lianyi will be happy to see a similar person like Xue Hu, who has a common language?