Supernatural rebirth: genius girl fortune teller

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Yang Zimei's heart moved, thinking of Long Caiyun who was taken away by the God of Death, and said, "This wish can be granted!"

Everyone looked at her doubtfully.

"Zhu Tian, ​​your mother was taken away by the God of Death, and the God of Death is Xue Bai."

Yang Zimei looked at Long Zhutian and said.

That day, she never understood why Long Caiyun was taken away by the God of Death instead of a bull-headed horse-faced person.

Logically speaking, Long Caiyun did not meet the qualifications to be led away by the God of Death.

Could it be that he already knew the relationship between Long Caiyun and Long Xiao, so he wanted to return his wish?

Long Zhutian's expression also changed, but then he shook his head, "Isn't this unlikely?"

"Xuebai is becoming the God of Death? Is he really going to be the God of Death?"

Long Xiao asked a little surprised.

Xue Hu looked at him, "Did you already know that my father had the intention to become the God of Death?"

"Yes, from the day your mother died, he said he wanted to be the God of Death, so that he could always protect your mother's soul. You also know that once the demon clan dies, the soul cannot be reincarnated, and in the dark world, it will remain for life.

Slave."

Long Xiao nodded and said, "However, it is not easy to become a god of death. You must go through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships, endure the pain of bone-gnawing and body-burning for thousands of years, and be the slave of the King of Hell for thousands of years before you can become one. No.

Come to think of it, he really has such great determination!"

Hearing his words, Xue Hu, who had never cried much, suddenly burst into tears and knelt on the ground.

Like Long Zhutian, he had always misunderstood his father and resented him for abandoning his family and disappearing into the world. It turned out that he had always only wanted to protect his mother.

Yang Zimei suddenly felt that the air around him seemed to be stagnant, and he looked back.

I saw a pure black cloud, so black that it wanted to swallow everything, floating from behind.

Wearing a black robe, with flying black hair covering half of his face, revealing the other half of his beautiful face, the God of Death, holding a cold black scythe in his hand, walked slowly over the clouds and landed on

around them.

He did not look at Xue Hu who was kneeling on the ground, but looked at Long Xiao and asked dumbly: "What is your wish?"

"It's really Brother Xuebai!"

Long Xiao looked excitedly at Xue Bai, who was completely different from before, and wanted to step forward and hold his hand.

The God of Death took a few steps back and put a certain distance away from him. His cold breath seemed to repel him thousands of miles away.

Long Xiao knew the taboo of the God of Death, so he controlled his excitement and kept a certain distance from him.

"explain!"

Death's tone was devoid of any emotion!

Long Xiao knew that he was asking him to express his wish, so he glanced at Long Zhutian and said, "I want Long Caiyun to be by my side."

"good!"

The God of Death waved his wide black sleeves, and a cloud of black wind swept out from his sleeves. Long Caiyun's soul fell to the ground.

"Goodbye!"

The God of Death said something succinctly and disappeared quickly.

Snow Lake's tears flowed down again.

Although the God of Death did not look at him this time, he already understood his father's heart.

Yang Zimei stretched out her hand to pull him up and hugged him gently.

On the other hand, Long Xiao and his son stared blankly at the soul of Long Caiyun standing in front of them.

Long Caiyun also looked at Long Xiao crazily...

"So--"

Long Xiao shouted softly, and carefully stretched out his hand to touch Long Caiyun's face.

It's a pity that Long Caiyun is just a soul now and has no real existence.

His hand was in vain.

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