Death Protector

Lin Xiaoxi couldn't help but think of the black robed God of death.

On the day of the first meeting, he was standing on the top of a tree under the full moon. He was carrying a shining red sickle on his shoulder. His black robe was hunting with the wind, and his broken hair was dancing in the air.

She still remembers her own fright at that time, staring at him and exclaiming, "death, death?"

So he turned back.

At that glance, it looks like a thousand years back.

If the silver moon sprinkled on his cheek, she fell at a glance.

At the age of 18, he met a god of death, fell in love with a god of death, and opened a path of power. Her fate, from this moment on, was completely separated from that before she was eighteen.

"Life is really impermanent." Lin Xiaoxi's helpless emotion, looked down at his hands, gently clenched his fist.

Who could have predicted that before the age of 18, he was timid and weak, and now after 18, he will become a god of death, shouldering the responsibility of guarding the purple sickle and standing on the road of harvesting evil spirits and demons.

"Grandma If I had not met him, perhaps I would have died. " Lin Xiaoxi murmured, "are you indicating my way in the dark? Did you let him protect me in the dark? "

"But ink pool Grandma, he has changed. Do you know that? " Lin Xiaoxi came down from the bed and walked slowly to the window.

The autumn wind is bleak and chilly.

In the night sky, it seems that grandma appears again.

Lin Xiaoxi's eyes are gradually covered with purple power of protection.

Brook, the initial heart of a person will never change, even if he changed his posture and twisted his character.

Remember, the heart of protection also includes forgiveness and trust.

Think back to you

Grandma's smiling head disappeared into the night sky, and the purple light faded from the pupil of the forest brook.

Everything returned to normal, but Lin Xiaoxi suddenly grinned.

"Grandma, I see." Brush the front of the bangs, Lin Creek turned.

Once she and ink pool, no words do not talk, any heart can say, there are contradictions will also tell each other's opinions.

This time, she wanted to tell him all she wanted to say in her heart and tell him that she could forgive him and ask him to trust himself.

That's what grandma wanted to tell herself.

Holding the door handle, Lin Xiaoxi opened the bedroom door. The living room downstairs was black, and the ink pool was sleeping on the sofa.

There was no wind from the stream.

Almost in an instant, Lin Xiaoxi took up the spirit of death and turned into a god of death without any worry.

Black robe in the body, purple sickle in the shoulder, Lin Xiaoxi eyes sharp.

Just now, there are demons and ghosts!

Purple light running in the eyes, Lin Xiaoxi's eyes once again become bright and charming purple.

She watched the darkness around her with vigilance. There was a shadow passing by the wall, facing the ink pool in the middle of the living room!

Lin Xiaoxi's heart is dark surprised, quickly rushed down the building.

Purple sickle sends out aggressive murderous air, Lin Xiaoxi blocks in front of the ink pool on the sofa, around her, surrounded by four demons!

Ink pool is in a coma, his face is twisted and wrinkled, his whole body is stiff and tight, his fists are clenched, and there are big drops of cold sweat on his forehead. It seems that he is in great pain and seems to be having some nightmare.

Through the eyes of Lin Xiaoxi, you can see that the ink pool's face turns black.

Startled, Lin Xiaoxi instantly pulled out the purple sickle on the back, and faced the four demon ghosts who were covetous, "you dare to suck his blood essence!"

His face is so bad and so pale, why didn't he think about him more? This is clearly the appearance of being absorbed essence and blood by demons and ghosts!

No wonder Lin Xiaoxi felt something was wrong when he met ink pool in Fu's courtyard. It turned out that his Yang Qi was added with the spirit of demons and ghosts, which made his body naturally resistant!

Under the purple light, Lin Xiaoxi could see their appearance clearly. They were like wolves and dogs, but they walked with two feet and dragged their tails full of thorns behind them.

"Don't get in the way! Captain death One of them started shouting.

Lin Xiaoxi Ning eyebrows, these four demons do not feel strong, but they have no fear in the face of their own death sickle? Even, the existence of their own full does not matter!

"It's my duty to kill you." Holding the purple sickle, Lin Xiaoxi didn't shrink back.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Unexpectedly, the four demons seemed to have heard the most funny joke in the world, and even bent over laughing at Lin Xiaoxi's words.

"Kill us? Your responsibility? " A little burly one was their leader. He stepped forward to the stream and said, "little death, haven't you got a clear idea of the situation? Let's suck his blood essence. A little bit a day. Don't kill him and torture him slowly. Don't you give the order of the leader of the God of death? ""What are you talking about?" Lin Xiaoxi is shocked in situ, the order of the leader of the God of death?

"Whose order! Who asked you to do it! "

The four demons turned their heads and laughed, "we don't know. Maybe it's because we don't like him. Maybe it's the human who has offended the leader of the God of death."

Lin Xiaoxi heart clutters for a moment, offended the death god captain?

Cold words

No way! Lin Xiaoxi tried to shake off the suspicions in his head.

"So don't get in the way. We don't want to conflict with you. You can just ignore it." Four demons are approaching.

Lin Xiaoxi holds the sickle in the back hand, and the purple sickle listens to her heart and flies out in an instant. A demon ghost is caught off guard and is cut off half of his arm by the powerful Qi field of purple sickle!

The scream was very loud, and the ink pool was still asleep, as if it had been cast some magic.

"Damn it! You're serious The four demons panicked.

"Hum!" Lin Xiaoxi cold hum, "say who ordered you, and then immediately roll, do not appear in front of me again!"

"Dream!" Four demons rushed up at the same time.

"Kill yourself!" The purple sickle is on the top of her head. Lin Xiaoxi, the leader of the God of death, even if she is not good at close combat, she can not be defeated by these four little demons!

Screams unceasingly, two demon ghosts soon died under the purple sickle strong wave light sharp blade.

Lin Xiaoxi waved a purple sickle and pointed to the two demon ghosts who fell on the ground in fear, "if you say it, I will release you!"

The two demons looked at each other, scared, and turned to look at Lin Xiaoxi, "it's your dead gods who are directing us He is a very powerful captain of death. The color of the sickle he holds is... "

"Ah Two demon ghosts suddenly covered their throat in pain, rolling on the ground, and their bodies became more and more swollen.

In Lin Xiaoxi's shock, in such an instant, two demon ghosts suddenly burst body and died!

"Who is it?" Lin Xiaoxi turns quickly.

There was no one in the living room at night, only a few instruments of psychic organization standing by the wall were facing her.

The Yin Qi disappears, the demon ghost breath disappears, the wind stops, everything recovers.

Lin Xiaoxi's heart can not calm down at all.

Which leader of the God of death is directing the demons to kill the ink pool? Who has hatred with ink pool?

He is also a leader of death, a strong leader of death, and has a great hatred with the ink pool of human beings

All the answers point to one person

But Lin Xiaoxi didn't want to believe that he would use such mean means. She couldn't believe it unless she saw it with her own eyes!

Bite teeth again to the back of the purple sickle, Lin Xiaoxi this walked to the ink pool side.

His face slowly calmed down with the disappearance of the demon ghost, and his body relaxed.

Lin Xiaoxi looks at him quietly, the man's face is obviously not as before, pale, but also slightly dark. But fortunately, there is still blood color. Lin Xiaoxi can feel the continuous masculinity from his body.

How many days of blood essence has he been absorbed and what kind of pain is he suffering? If you find out earlier and come to him earlier, maybe you can get rid of these damned demons earlier!

Lin Xiaoxi was angry, and the purple sickle seemed to feel her pain, and sent out a little warm light. The light twined around her face, as if comforting her.

Feeling purple sickle's worry, Lin Xiaoxi laughed and said to himself, "I know, this is not the time to blame myself. The key is to find out who the demons are, right? "

To solve the crisis of ink pool from the source can also clear the doubt of the God of death

Lin Xiaoxi darkened his eyes, squatted down and gently stroked the face of the ink pool. She is not Beigong Hao of the treatment department. She can't use her spirit power of death to cure ink pool.

Lin Xiaoxi thought about it and had an idea when he saw a five sided Black Agate Necklace tied with black thread between the ink pool neck.

She reached to his neck, gently grasped the black agate, closed her eyes, mobilized the purple spirit power of death in her body, guided the spiritual power in her right hand, and then slowly introduced it into the black agate.

Time is not long, but Lin Xiaoxi feels very tired. After pouring almost all the spirit power of death into the black agate stone, she released her hands.

In the black and pentagonal agate stone, there is a charming and beautiful purple light looming out, and then it disappears. There is only a small light hidden in the center of the dark black agate stone.

Lin Xiaoxi was very tired to stand up, sighed, and slowly turned upstairs.

"Inkpool, I hope this power can protect you."

The ink pool in the dream downstairs seems to dream of a girl in deep love. A gentle smile appears on her haggard face.

When Lin Xiaoxi came back to the room, she immediately lifted the posture of the God of death, changed back to the human appearance, and she fell on the bed.

Most of the psychic power of death was lost to the agate necklace in the inkpool. Now the psychic power in her body is almost zero. She can no longer become the God of death tonight. Only by slowly recovering, can the spirit power of death converge again tomorrow at the latest.Therefore, Lin Xiaoxi can only pray that nothing will happen again tonight.

Take out the mobile phone, Lin Xiaoxi originally wanted to dial the word Mo Han, but somehow in my mind, the words of demon ghost kept circling in my ears, which could not be eliminated.

The one who wants to kill ink pool is the strong leader of death god in the world of death. He has a deep hatred with ink pool and wants to torture ink pool slowly until his blood essence is absorbed.

Lin Xiaoxi still didn't make a cold phone call, she quietly staring at his number, the light on the mobile phone screen showed her frown sad face.

Apart from important things, the God of death never takes the initiative to call himself or send her a text message. They are clearly together, but they are not like ordinary lovers.

He never said love words, he never promised her anything, he never gave himself anything

Lin Xiaoxi thought about it very lost, she is even death, but also a girl! She also wants romance and the feeling of being cared for all the time.

Just then, the mobile phone suddenly vibrated.

Lin Xiaoxi is happy, is his heart sensed by the God of death, he called?

He quickly reached out and took the mobile phone from the head of the bed. When he saw the call, the whole happy face of Lin Xiaoxi immediately drooped down, and the tone of answering the phone also became more complaining and uncomfortable.

"What are you calling for?"