1406. Chapter 1406 If you don't leave me, you won't abandon me 14
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"Lord Death!"
Yang Zimei shouted and patted Xue Hu's body, trying to wake him up.
However, Xuehu seemed to be under a hypnotic spell and could not wake up no matter what.
The God of Death glanced at her, floated directly in front of Long Caiyun's soul, and said, "Let's go!"
Long Caiyun reluctantly turned his gaze from Long Zhutian to the God of Death, and nodded silently.
"Stay here, Lord Death!"
Yang Zimei blocked his way, "You can't just walk away like this!"
The God of Death stopped and glanced at her with his eyes as dark as a black hole. He said in a cold tone, "Whoever blocks the God of Death! Die!"
"Lord Death, I'm not trying to stop you! But I have something to ask you. This is very important!"
Yang Zimei hurriedly showed Xue Hu who was still sleeping in his arms, "Do you recognize it? It's Xue Hu. When it turns into a human form, half of its face is exactly the same as yours. His mother is from the Fox tribe.
From the map, I want to know if you are his father!"
The gaze of death fell on Xue Hu.
However, there was still no change in the expression in the black eyes, and he said calmly, "I am just the God of Death. I don't remember anything about the past."
"Just because I don't remember, doesn't mean it's not the case!"
Yang Zimei begged, "He suffered the third catastrophe, and his head was blown like this by the God of Thunder. I hope you can help treat him for the sake of him being your son."
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."
The God of Death lifted up his hair, revealing the other half of his ferocious face, "If I can, I will cure myself first."
Yang Zimei was startled, "Could it be that this half of your side was also struck by the God of Thunder?"
"Maybe, I don't remember."
After the God of Death finished speaking, he raised his fingers towards Long Caiyun.
Long Caiyun lowered his head and followed.
"Are you really not Xue Hu's father?"
Yang Zimei stepped forward unwillingly and continued to block his way, "He has been thinking about you! How can you be so heartless?"
Death glanced at the snowy lake in her arms again, "I forgot."
"Forgot? How could you be so irresponsible and cut off the family relationship between your father and son just by forgetting? I believe you must be his irresponsible father who ran away!"
Yang Zimei said a little angry.
"I'm just Death!"
The God of Death completely ignored her excitement and continued speaking calmly.
"Well, you're the Grim Reaper!"
Yang Zimei knew that no matter how excited he was, he might be indifferent to him. Otherwise, he would not even look at the snow lake.
Fortunately, Xuehu is asleep now, otherwise, how sad would it be?
"Then can you tell me why you came to take her away?"
Yang Zimei looked at Long Caiyun's soul beside him.
It stands to reason that the souls of ordinary people should be taken away by ordinary bull-headed horses rather than reaped by the God of Death.
The God of Death did not answer her, but instead rolled up the sickle in his hand, and a strong black wind blew by, causing Yang Zimei to take a few steps back, blurring his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, the souls of the God of Death and Long Caiyun had long since disappeared, and everything was clear and clear.
Looking back at the two brothers Long Zhutian.
Long Zhuiyue held the skull in his hands and cried loudly.
Long Zhutian silently reached out and touched Long Zhuiyue's head, and then collected the skull bones scattered on the ground one by one with one hand.
"Brother, we don't have a mother anymore."
Long Zhuiyue said sadly, "I regret it. We should have let mom stay for a few more days, wuwu."
"You still have a brother."
Long Zhutian looked at her and said, "Don't be sad. There is a saying in the West that crying will block the soul's way to heaven."
"Really!"
When Long Zhuiyue heard this, he quickly stretched out his hand to wipe his tears.
However, the more I wiped my tears, the more I shed them, and I couldn’t stop them no matter what...