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Yang Zimei's heart skipped a beat, thinking of Long Caiyun who was taken away by the god of death, she said, "You can have this wish!"
Everyone looked at her suspiciously.
"Zhutian, your mother was taken away by the God of Death, and the God of Death is Snow White."
Yang Zimei looked at Long Zhutian and said.
That day, she couldn't figure out why Long Caiyun was taken away by the god of death instead of a bull's head and a horse's face.
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 about the relationship between Long Caiyun and Long Xiao, so he wanted to fulfill his wish
Long Zhutian's expression also changed, but then he shook his head, "This is unlikely, right?"
"Is Xuebai going to be the god of death? Is he really going to be the god of death?"
Long Xiao asked in surprise.
Xuehu looked at him, "Could it be that you already knew that my father had the intention of becoming the god of death?"
"Yes, from the day your mother died, he said that 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 reborn, and in the dark world, lifelong slave."
Long Xiao nodded and said, "However, it is not easy to be a god of death. You must endure ninety-nine or eighty-one ordeals, endure thousands of years of bone-biting pain and thousands of years of being a slave to the king of Hades. Thinking about it, he really has such a big determination!"
Hearing his words, Xuehu, who never shed tears, suddenly burst into tears and knelt on the ground.
Like Long Zhutian, he has always misunderstood his father and resented him for abandoning his family and son and disappearing in the world. It turned out that he always only wanted to protect his mother.
Yang Zimei suddenly felt that the air around her seemed to be frozen, and looked back.
I saw a cloud that was so pure and 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, Lord Reaper, who was holding a cold black scythe, stepped on the clouds and landed slowly on the ground. their side.
He didn't look at Xuehu kneeling on the ground, but looked at Long Xiao, and asked hoarsely, "What is your wish?"
"It's really Brother Xuebai!"
Long Xiao excitedly looked at Xuebai who was completely different from before, and wanted to go up to shake his hand.
The god of death took a few steps back, keeping a certain distance from him, and the cold breath seemed to repel people 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!"
Reaper's tone is devoid of any emotion!
Long Xiao knew that he was asking himself to express his wish, so he glanced at Long Zhutian, "I want Long Caiyun to be by my side."
"good!"
The Grim Reaper flicked his wide black sleeves, a cloud of black wind swept out from his sleeves, and Long Caiyun's soul floated to the ground.
"Goodbye!"
The Grim Reaper said something succinctly, and quickly disappeared.
Xuehu's tears flowed down again.
Although the god of death didn't look at him this time, he already understood his father's heart.
Yang Zimei reached out 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 bewilderedly...
"So-"
Long Xiao yelled softly, and cautiously 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 also fell through.
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