Death Protector

Lin Xiaoxi was scared by him, the whole back is cold sweat, rushed to pour tea. When the cold word came over, the button on the cuff of the right hand black shirt accidentally broke off, and the sleeve slipped down. At this time, a black and ferocious scar suddenly exposed in the air!

"Your hand!" Lin Xiaoxi exclaimed, almost subconsciously, he pulled the arm of Yan Mo Han, "Lord death, you are injured!"

Yan Mo Han frowned slightly and broke away, but Lin Xiaoxi rushed to the rest of the house nervously, turning the gauze everywhere in a panic, forgetting that Yan Mo Han is a powerful God of death, how can we need mortal gauze?

"Lord death, why don't you bandage it?"

Lin Xiaoxi was sweating and rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for bandages, but there was no result.

"The gauze is in the second cabinet in the kitchen." Yan Mo cold eyes slightly changed, looking at the room headless flies like scurrying small things, inexplicably more than a trace of temperature in the heart, but the face is still cold.

Lin Xiaoxi ran over quickly, took gauze and alcohol and rushed back. He squatted in front of Yanmo Han and carefully opened his sleeve. He wiped his scar with alcohol. The black and thick scar looked ferocious. It's hard to imagine what could hurt the hand of the God of death like this!

Lin Xiaoxi gently helped Yan Mo Han wrap the gauze, like a little nurse, raised his head and told him to change the gauze at any time. His face was full of worry and heartache.

Yan Mo Han was also at her mercy, her every move fell into his dark eyes, his eyes deep and deep, the bottom of his eyes more than even he did not know the feelings.

"The dead world." Yan Mo cold took back the hand, awkward don't open face, cold said.

"The dead world?" Lin Xiaoxi blinked and looked at the back of the cold and upright Yanmo, and a strange feeling grew in his heart.

"Where people go after death, just like human beings, there are governments, hierarchies and organizations." "The octopus on the edge of the water attacks people, is dereliction of duty, should be punished."

That's why Beigong Hao appeared and sent Lin Xiaoxi back home.

Dereliction of duty? Lin Xiaoxi is stupefied. How can this dead god world be the same as the national government? What is the duty of Lord death? mayor? Municipal Party committee? Thinking about it, Lin Xiaoxi is out of line

Yan Mo Han didn't want to say more. He turned to the window and lit the smoke. Under the smoke, he was cold again. He cast a cold glance at the Forest Creek and spit out a mouthful of cigarette rings, "ink pool, but you are very familiar with it?"

"Little pond?" Lin Creek inexplicably looked at the word Mo Han, "God of death, what's wrong with him?"

"Go to the Mohr company tomorrow and find the ghost."

"What?" Lin Xiaoxi's eyes suddenly widened.

Yan Mo Han raised his eyebrows discontentedly, and his face became more and more black. Lin Xiaoxi subconsciously stepped back two steps, and then quickly shook his hands, "but Lord death, the ink pool is not working in Mo's family. I, I, how can I get in?"

The cold corner of his mouth raised a cold smile and snuffed out the cigarette. "He will be in the company tomorrow. After the ghost escapes, he hides in it. Go and find the ghost and lead it out."

"Lord death, can I not go?" Lin Xiaoxi has a sad face. The phantom ghost was cheated once. When he saw himself for the second time, he had to tear himself and eat it!

"What do you think?" Yan Mo Han's face sank, and the temperature of the room was like cold winter. He walked slowly to the Forest Creek step by step. Lin Xiaoxi was scared back to the wall by him, and his body trembled uncontrollably. The breath of Yan Mo Han was getting closer and closer, falling on her ears, making her shiver and colder.

"Don't forget, your grandmother's secret is in my hands."

After that, Yan Mo went upstairs with a cold smile. Lin Xiaoxi only dared to gnash his teeth and stare at his back. He waved his fist angrily in the air. However, he was still so worried about his hand. The God of death was too insidious!

The next day, Yan's bodyguards and servants automatically ascribed Lin Xiaoxi to young master Yan's latest favorite woman, and were respectful and polite to her. Lin Xiaoxi reluctantly accepts all kinds of eyes of Yan's family, and walks out of Yan's mansion after the expressionless Yan Mo Han.

As soon as she went out, she met Beigong Hao in white. Lin Xiaoxi was caught between two tall and rich men, and was envied by passers-by again. Only the party concerned was sad. The two death spirits were so strong that she didn't dare to say a word!

At the crossroads and alleys, Yan Mo Han and Bei Gong Hao changed into death costumes in an instant. When they came out again, passers-by were surprised. Just now they saw two men and a woman walking into the lane. Why was only one girl coming out?

"Lord death, do you really want to go?" Somewhere across from the company, Lin Xiaoxi looks pitifully at yanmohan. I don't know how magical yanmohan is. Today ink pool really went to Mo's office. Lin Xiaoxi had to call Mo chi to tell him that she was going to find him.

Yan Mo cold cold cold Yang Yang chin, with cold eyes to answer her. Lin Xiaoxi had no choice but to ask, "Lord death, how can I see the demon and ghost hiding so deep?"