Chapter 1140

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"Lianyi, isn't it said that these manzhusha flowers are poisonous? Why did you rush in? Don't be dizzy with poison!

Yang Zimei murmured and searched for the tiny figure of ripple.

While searching, I saw in the blood red sea of flowers, suddenly rose a strong, black cloud

Seeing the black cloud, Yang Zimei's heart thumped and unconsciously looked back at Huo Wenhua.

Huo Wenhua's face turned white.

Although he was ready for death.

However, the God of death really came, but he was a little afraid and flinch.

The world of death, for people, is an unknown hesitation, the existence of fear.

Is he really going to die?

Huo Wenhua looked at the black cloud, then his brother Huo Wendong.

At this time, Huo Wendong's eyes are full of excitement and expectation.

I hope death can take away Howard's soul and let it be reborn in this body.

As long as he is reborn, he will subvert his miserable life in the past, and make up for the shortcomings of the past by using Howard Howard Howard's tens of billions to live the most enjoyable life.

Yang Zimei looked at a black robe in a complicated mood. His long black hair covered most of his face. He was floating in the air without wind. He held a black sickle and stepped on the red manzhusha. He slowly came out of the black clouds!

Cool black man!

Red manzhusha Hua!

Constitute a distinct visual effect!

This effect makes people want to suffocate!

Such a god of death, is really handsome, cool and fascinating!

Since she clearly fell in love with the dragon day after day, Yang Zimei has been less infatuated with flowers. However, this time, she can't help but look at the death god, her eyes are red, and her mouth just doesn't flow out.

The God of death stepped on a tiny step in the air and came to them with a powerful aura.

That very much like the snow lake half of the face, cold without a bit of human, so that the air around the moment into zero.

Huo Wenhua unconsciously hid behind Yang Zimei and said in a trembling voice, "master Yang, is it terrible to die? Will I go to hell and be fried? "

"No

Yang Zimei comforted him and said, "the God of death comes to pick you up in person. It means that you can go to a good place after death. Don't worry."

Huo Wenhua's heart is still uneasy.

Indeed, in this world, no one can face death calmly!

Even Yang Zimei, if she knew she was going to die, she would be afraid.

"Brother, don't forget what you promised me!"

Huo Wendong called out, "you said you would give me your body to be reborn. Please kneel down and ask for death!"

Huo Wenhua looks at Huo Wendong a little disappointed.

But he didn't kneel!

Even in the face of death, he is still a man of backbone. He can't kneel down like this.

Moreover, he also believed that the God of death would not care about begging, only whether he was sincere.

He just wanted to move the God of death with his sincere heart of guilt towards his brother, hoping that he could move his face and meet his requirements.

The God of death came to Yang Zimei with a cold wind.

"Hello, death!"

When they met again, they were familiar with each other. Therefore, Yang Zimei took the initiative to say hello to him.

The God of death, as if it could devour everything, was as black as a black hole. She glanced at her faintly, nodded slightly, and did not speak.

However, it is a great honor to get his nod.

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