I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

The ancients said: "Appearance comes from the heart." In plain language, appearance is linked to people's thoughts. People with dirty thoughts will also look dirty in appearance.

Shenji didn't believe this kind of nonsense before, but now Shenji kind of believes it - because the best example is right in front of him. Hero Hayama is a typical example of "love comes from the heart".

First of all, this is a yellow hair.

That's right, Huang Mao. It's not Gilgamesh's bright, golden color that sparkles in the sun. It's not like orange, which is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, a layered orange. It is the most common yellow color, which looks very similar to the color of excrement in darker places.

What does yellow hair mean in the second dimension?

Next door, Lao Wang, Cuckold, NTR, etc., who is Song and Souyu in the third dimension, they should be Huang Mao in the second dimension.

With such yellow hair, it’s understandable that he would do anything like force or coercion, or organize female students to have sex.

Next, how this guy looks.

Do you think I would say handsome? How can it be? If such a guy is handsome, how can girls go out to have a romantic relationship? Just squeeze him dry - don't forget, the families of the students of Liyuan Women's College are either rich or noble, and they are not short of money at all. Girls don't do it for money, but for pleasure and rebellion, that's true.

Well, it sounds like Shinji himself wants to be the class teacher in the academy. With his appearance and family background, a lot of girls would pounce on him. It's a pity that somewhere hasn't matured yet, so why did he travel through time and become Shinji? Why not travel through Sojuro? In this way...ahem, I'm going too far, let's continue talking about the world's number one Huangmaoyeshan hero. (Whoever is dissatisfied, stand up!)

This guy's appearance is typical of a sinister bird of prey.

With his small eyes, high cheekbones, thin cheeks, pointed chin, and hooked nose, he doesn't look like a good person. Coupled with the sallow complexion and the description of not far from being haggard, people are inexplicably reminded of an advertising slogan - "Aching waist and legs, lack of energy, as if the body has been hollowed out."

Well, there are almost thirty students in Class Four, and at least twenty of them have been fucked by this guy. It is normal for them to become like this. After all, they are not the protagonists, let alone a humanoid like Wang Lance. Are you fooling around, do you really think your kidneys are made of iron?

Whether it is made of iron or not, we will find out later.

After successfully invading Hayama's house, Shinji stood in Hayama's bedroom, cleared his throat, used magic to adjust his voice, and finally tore off Hayama's quilt.

"Ye Shan. Hero." The voice was strange, like a devil's whisper.

"Ye, Shan, Ying, Xiong!" The voice was low, like a judge judging.

"Ye~shan~hero~" the voice was erratic, like an innocent soul asking for his life.

"Ye Shan Ying Xiong." The voice suddenly burst like thunder.

Different calls and the same roll call gradually deprived Hero Hayama of his sleepiness.

With the last loud shout, Hero Hayama woke up from his sleep with a tremor all over his body.

"ah--"

The middle-aged man, who was covered in cold sweat, let out a scream and turned over to sit up on the bed. Just as he was about to reach out to wipe his sweat, he found a dark shadow in the corner of the room.

At first, he thought he was asleep, but after wiping his eyes, he found that the black shadow was still there, and he couldn't help but shivered and asked.

"Who, who's there."

There was silence and no response.

Ye Shan unconsciously grabbed the bedside table lamp, seeming to want to turn on the light to check.

At this moment, the invisible black figure suddenly moved.

"De'er~De'er~De'er~De'er~"

In the sound of Ye Shan's teeth chattering, the black shadow swayed and floated, approaching Ye Shan.

The black shadow wears a long cloak and a ferocious mask on his face. He looks like an evil spirit in Japanese mythology and the God of Death in Western mythology.

The God of Death, suspended in mid-air, looked down at Ye Shan with his empty eyes, calling his name: "Ye, Shan, Ying, Xiong."

"Ehhhhhhhhh-!"

Such a strange scene scared Ye Shan to the point where he curled up, held his head and screamed.

"Hero Hayama! Come and accept your life! Come and accept your life! Come and accept your life!"

The God of Death shouted and moved his hideous and terrifying face closer, so close that even Hayama could see the will-o'-the-wisp in the God of Death's eyes.

"No, don't come here, don't come here - you've got the wrong person."

Hero Hayama crawled back on his hands and knees, but he forgot that he was on the bed now. He only moved a few dozen centimeters before he fell off the edge of the bed and fell to his side.

After finally struggling to get up, he found that grimace still floating in front of his eyes.

"You, who are you?"

Perhaps it was the pain that gave Hayama courage, or perhaps he wanted to get a clear answer. Hayama tremblingly asked the question that Shinji had been waiting for.

This coward finally asked, which made me wait for a while.

Shinji complained in his mind and replied in a hoarse and gloomy voice:

"I am the God of Death, here to take you on your journey."

If at another time and place, someone told him that he was the God of Death, he would definitely wonder if this person's brain was broken. However, now, in his own home, a ghost figure was floating in front of him, and he couldn't help but believe it.

Don’t do anything bad in your life, and don’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night. Ye Shan had done something wrong, so he was afraid, he was very afraid.

What's more, in order to create an atmosphere and prove his identity, Shinji also pulled out a long-handled sickle blade from his cloak and pointed it at Hayama's neck. The cold light on the sickle blade made the latter's hair stand up.

He immediately knelt down, prostrated on the floor, and begged desperately: "God of Death, have mercy on me, God of Death, please have mercy on me."

"Spare your life?" Shen Er let out a joking sneer, "Someone has paid a enough price to let me take you to Hades. How can I break the contract?"

"Price? You, are you a killer?"

As soon as he heard that it was not the God of Death, Ye Shan's courage suddenly increased a lot, but the next second he was suppressed by the sickle blade placed on his neck.

"Killer? Don't compare me with your underground professions, otherwise I will take you to Hades to be judged."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Ye Shan apologized repeatedly, but the way he rolled his eyes showed that his heart was far less submissive than his appearance.

"I dare to ask Lord Death, who asked you to take my life at what price."

"You want to know?" Shen Er puffed out a puff of mist from his nose, and the will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes burned even more intensely - these were all the special effects of the mask, a toy that Yustisa spent half an hour making.

"Please, Lord Death, let me die and understand."

Shenji, who had just arrived at what Hayama was thinking, nodded: "Okay, let me make it clear to you. The person who asked me to take you to the underworld is named Tachibana Kaori, and the price is her own soul - you should know why. Bar."

Yeshan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his body kept shaking.

PS: There are some classic yellow-haired characters in the second dimension. Damn it, why are all the non-exotic names that pop up in my mind? Forget it, friends who are interested can search on Baidu by themselves.

PS2: In the setting of the second master, he is indeed a rich, handsome man. He changed girlfriends very frequently before the five wars. He is a guy that many girls want to hook up with.

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