Chapter 1141 Lord Death, Hello!

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"Rianyi, didn't he say that these Manzhushahuas are poisonous? Why did they rush in? Don't be stunned by the poison!"

Yang Zimei muttered as she looked around for the little figure of Ripple.

While searching, I saw a thick, black cloud suddenly rise from the blood-red flower sea...

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

Huo Wenhua's face also turned pale.

Although he was ready to meet the god of death.

However, when the god of death really came, he was a little scared and flinched.

The world of death, for human beings, is an existence of unknown hesitation and fear.

Is he really going to die?

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

At this time, Huo Wendong's eyes were full of excitement and anticipation.

I hope that Death can take away Huo Wenhua's soul and let it be reborn in this body.

As long as he is reborn, he will overturn the miserable days he has lived in the past, and use Huo Wenhua's tens of billions to live the most enjoyable life to make up for the deficiencies of the past.

Yang Zimei looked at the black robe with a complicated mood. His long black hair covered most of his face. He floated in the air without any wind. The god of death who came out of the clouds!

Cool black man!

Red Manzhu Shahua!

Constitute a distinct visual effect!

This effect makes people want to suffocate a little!

Such a god of death is really cool and obsessed!

Since she clearly fell in love with Long Zhutian, Yang Zimei has become less nympho, but this time she couldn't help but look at the red heart in the eyes of the god of death, and almost saliva did not flow out.

The god of death stepped on a small step in the air and walked towards them with a powerful aura.

The half of his face, which looked very much like a snow lake, was so cold that it had no humanity at all, making the surrounding air instantly become zero degrees.

Huo Wenhua hid behind Yang Zimei unconsciously, and said in a trembling voice, "Master Yang, will death be terrible? Will I go to hell to be fried in oil?"

"Won't."

Yang Zimei comforted him and said, "The Lord of Death came to pick you up in person, that means you will have a good future after death, don't worry."

Huo Wenhua's heart was still uneasy.

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

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

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

Huo Wendong shouted aside, "You said that you would give me your body to regenerate, kneel down and beg the god of death!"

Huo Wenhua glanced at Huo Wendong slightly disappointed.

However, he did not kneel!

Even in the face of death, he is still a man of backbone, and he can't just kneel on his knees like this.

Moreover, he also believes that the god of death does not care about begging, but only cares about sincerity.

He just wanted to impress Death with his sincere heart of guilt towards his younger brother, hoping that he would be moved and agree to his request.

With a gloomy wind, the god of death came to Yang Zimei.

"Grim Reaper, hello!"

When they met again, the two became familiar with each other, so Yang Zimei took the initiative to greet him.

The god of death's eyes that were as black as a black hole, which seemed to be able to swallow everything, glanced at her lightly, nodded slightly, and did not speak.

However, being able to get his nod is already a big face.

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