Chapter 1779

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Yang Zimei's heart moved, thinking of long Caiyun, who had been taken away by the God of death, said in a voice, "this wish can be

Everyone looked at her suspiciously.

"Day by day, your mother was taken away by death, and death is snow white."

Yang Zimei looks at the Dragon chasing heaven.

On that day, she had been wondering why long Caiyun was taken away by the God of death, rather than a cow's head and horse's face.

Logically speaking, long Caiyun did not meet the qualification of being led by the God of death.

Did he know the relationship between long Caiyun and long Xiao, so he wanted to return him a wish?

The dragon's face moved day by day, but then shook his head, "is this impossible?"

"is snow white the God of death? Is he really going to be the God of death

Long Xiao asked in surprise.

Snow lake looked at him, "did you know that my father wanted to be the God of death?"

"Yes, from the day your mother died, he said he wanted to be the God of death, so that she could always protect her soul. You also know that once the demon clan dies, the soul can not exceed life, and in the dark world, they are slaves for life

Long Xiao nodded and said, "but it's not easy to be a god of death. You have to go through ninety-one ordeal, endure thousands of years of bone burning pain and thousands of years of being a slave of the king of hell. I didn't expect that he really had such a big determination! "

Hearing this, the snow lake, which had never been able to shed tears, suddenly burst into tears and knelt on the ground.

Like dragon, he always misunderstood his father and resented him for leaving home and missing his son in the world. It turned out that he only wanted to protect his mother.

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

I saw a cloud that was so black that it wanted to devour everything. It floated from behind.

Dressed in a black robe, black hair flying over half of the face, revealing the other half of the beautiful face, with a cold black sickle in his hand, the God of death stepped on the clouds and slowly came over and fell on their side.

He didn't look at the snow lake kneeling on the ground, but looked at the dragon roaring and asked in a hoarse voice, "what is your wish?"

"It's really snow white!"

Longxiao excitedly looked at the snow white which was quite different from before, and wanted to come forward to hold his hand.

Death stepped back a few steps, and he opened a certain distance, Mori cold breath, seems to want to resist thousands of miles.

Knowing the taboo of death, Long Xiao controlled his excitement and kept a certain distance from him.

"Say it

Death's tone doesn't take any emotion!

Long Xiao knew that he was letting himself say his wish. He took a look at the dragon day by day, "I want the dragon color cloud by my side."

"Good!"

Death's black wide sleeve swung, a black wind swept out of his sleeve, the soul of the dragon cloud, fell on the ground.

"Goodbye!"

The God of death said a simple sentence and quickly disappeared.

The tears of snow lake came down again.

Although death did not look at him this time, he already understood his father's heart.

Yang Zimei reached out to pull him up and gently hugged him.

And Longxiao father and son there, are staring at the soul of long Caiyun standing in front of them.

Long Caiyun also looks at Long Xiao

"Yunyun --"

Long Xiao called softly and carefully stretched out his hand to touch the face of long Caiyun.

It's a pity that there is no essence of soul.

And then his hand was lost.

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