Demon King Dad

Who is the biggest winner?

Outside the window, there was a silvery white light.

However, it was not the bright moon that brought this silver-white brilliance, but...

snow.

North.

Within the Crystal Ice Republic.

This country that seems to be falling snow forever, on that high mountain, a blizzard, is raging at this moment...

On the hill, there is a hut.

Neat and spacious cabin. The various luxurious decorations in the house prove that the owner of the house must be very rich.

But now, in this hut, a rope hangs high above the cantilever beam.

And a person stepped on the stool, grabbed the sheath at the end of the rope, and was crying against the snow light outside...

Crying, turning around.

Finally, this man seemed to have made up his final determination, stretched his neck to the noose, toes, and planned to kick the stool under his feet...

"Before this, I advise you to stop. Death is very uncomfortable, and it is by no means as interesting as you think."

The figure who was about to hang himself turned around abruptly and looked at the open window incredibly

I saw where there should be no one, but now somehow, there is a person sitting there?

And behind this person...

A pair of white wings that seemed to be made of snow flakes, now... but slowly... slowly...

Put it away?

"You...who are you? Why are you here?"

The figure who was about to hang herself panicked, and quickly got off the stool, looking at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of the window in horror.

The person who had put away his wings looked at this person faintly, his tone was steady and authentic--

"As a dead seeker, why would you mind who I am? Where do you come from?"

The hanged person looked at this person, and could not see the person's face clearly because of the light from the snowflakes floating in. After thinking about it, the hanger finally stepped on the stool again and pulled on the rope.

"I said that you should think more carefully before you die. As far as I know, if many dead seekers can think carefully before committing suicide, they will find a reason not to let themselves die. "

The hanged man grabbed the rope and was a little excited, and said, "I have no reason to live... Although I don't know who you are, if you want to stop me, I'm sorry, you can't stop me."

The man in front of the window began to prop his chin, looking at the hanged man, thinking. After a while, he sighed and said slowly—

"Well, as you said, I really don't have the right to be in charge of your decision before death. I just feel it's a pity. Another person who can't think about it will go nowhere."

"Since you can't stop me, and you can't help me, what are you here for?"

There was a sudden silence in the person at the window.

"I have lost everything...For me who has lost everything...what else in this world can I miss? Wealth...family...friends...nothing...nothing... No more..."

The snow in front of the window contrasted with the sleeves of the comer. It was a silky satin. Although the white fabric gave people flexibility, it also gave people a little coldness...

"Although, I don't have the right to stop you from seeking death ‘directly’. However, I still want to keep your life."

"Hahaha, why? Which onion are you, what qualifications do you have?"

"I want to give you a test."

"Test? I won't do it"

You are going to bother me a lot. Because not everyone can die casually. If everyone died without passing the exam, I would be in trouble. "

"It's hilarious, I never heard of someone who has to pass an exam to die"

The hanger expressed disdain. But the man in front of the window smiled slightly and said--

"Ah, indeed. If it is an ordinary person who dies due to illness, accidents, etc., it really has nothing to do with me. But ah, the area I am in charge of is special. It falls under my control."

Who are you... on earth? "

The hanged man looked at the man in doubt. At this time, the snowflakes were still filling, and he still couldn't see the man's face clearly.

"Haha, now I begin to think, "Who am I?" is the question very important? Why did I come here? Is it something worthy of your consideration?"

"You...what do you want to do?"

"I'll give you revenge."

"what?"

"Revenge. Allow you to take away from that person what you want to give up now. I can give you this opportunity, which is the test I just mentioned."

The hanged man tilted his head and finally stopped talking.

At this moment, the blizzard outside the window became more violent, and there was almost nothing to see. And the cold wind blowing in from the window is so icy, it makes people shudder...

"Who... are you? An angel... or a demon?"

"angel."

The visitor smiled slightly and said.

"If you are willing to call someone like me an angel, then I am an angel. If your proposal just now was deceived by the devil, then I will make a cameo appearance as a devil."

"who are you?"

"Protoss, angel. Sequence, thirty-two."

"If you think my name won't be so creepy, then you can call me..."

"Angel of death."

At this moment today, the idiot is completely poor.

He had no choice but to watch the household belongings being moved away by the workers sent by Xingli, the big cabinet, and the small bread clothes that took a long time to fill, the peppers hanging on the wall, and those Furniture and all deposits.

Even the pepper-shaped piggy bank with small bread is now in the cart called by Xingli.

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

Little Bread was wearing a gray skirt, and her uniform was stripped to pay off her debts. At this moment, the little bread hugged the idiot's medicine, and cried and watched the chili peppers being bought. Whenever a bottle of chili jar was charged by Xingli, she couldn't help crying loudly.

As a businessman, Xingli Rooney followed his rules perfectly. She will never let go of any opportunity to make money just because she is a friend. What's more, this has been written in black and white. If you give alms because you sympathize with the defaulter, you are not qualified to be called a qualified businessman.

"Well, now, please bookmark the contract."

Facing Tolan, Mili, Little Bread, and the idiot in front of him, Xingli handed over four contracts and smiled.

"From today, the four will be servants of my Rooney family. I am the master of the four. May I ask?"

"Little Bai? First birth?"

Xingli's smile, no matter what time, is so gentle and beautiful...A