Chapter 1406 If You Don't Leave, I Won't Give up (14)

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"Lord Death!"

Yang Zimei shouted and patted Xuehu's body, trying to wake him up.

However, Xuehu seemed to be under a hypnotic spell, and couldn't wake up no matter what.

The god of death glanced at her, floated straight to Long Caiyun's soul, and said, "Let's go!"

Long Caiyun reluctantly shifted his gaze from Long Zhutian to Death, and nodded silently.

"Stay temporarily, Lord Death!"

Yang Zimei blocked his way, "You can't just walk away like this!"

The god of death stopped and glanced at her with his dark eyes like a black hole, with a cold tone, "The one who blocks the god of death! Death!"

"Lord Death, I'm not trying to block you! But I have something to ask you, this is very important!"

Yang Zimei hurriedly showed Xuehu, who was still sleeping in his arms, to him, "Do you recognize it? It's Xuehu. When it turned into a human shape, its face was exactly the same as your half. His mother was painted by the fox clan. Map, I want to know, are you his father!"

Death's gaze fell on Xuehu.

However, there was still no change in expression in Hei Tong, and he said lightly, "I'm just a god of death, and I don't remember anything from the past."

"I don't remember, it doesn't mean I don't!"

Yang Zimei begged, "He suffered the third catastrophe and was blown up by Thor to make his head look like this. I hope you can help treat him because he is your son."

"I'm sorry, I can't do anything."

Death lifted his hair, revealing the other half of his terrifying face, "If I can, I will cure myself first."

Yang Zimei was stunned, "Could it be that your half was also cut by the Thunder God?"

"Maybe, I don't remember."

After the death god finished speaking, he hooked his finger towards Long Caiyun

Long Caiyun lowered his head and followed.

"Are you really not Xuehu's father?"

Yang Zimei stepped forward unwillingly and continued to block his way, "He has been thinking about you! How can you be so ruthless?"

Death glanced at the snow lake in her arms again, "Forgot."

"Forget? How can you be so irresponsible that a single word of forgetting will cut off the relationship between your father and son? I believe that you must be his irresponsible father who ran away!"

Yang Zimei said angrily.

"I'm just a god of death!"

The god of death completely ignored her excitement and continued to speak indifferently.

"Well, you are the god of death!"

Yang Zimei knew that no matter how excited he was, he might be indifferent to him, otherwise, he would not even glance at Xuehu.

Fortunately, Xuehu is asleep now, otherwise, how would it be sad?

"Then can you tell me why you came to take her away?"

Yang Zimei looked at Long Caiyun's soul.

It stands to reason that the souls of ordinary people should be taken away by ordinary people, not by death gods.

The god of death did not answer her, but with the scythe in his hand, a strong black gust of wind blew past, causing Yang Zimei to step back a few steps, his eyes confused.

When he opened his eyes again, the souls of the God of Death and Long Caiyun had already disappeared, and the surroundings were clear and bright.

Looking back at the two brothers and sisters Long Zhutian.

Long chasing the moon held the skeleton in his hand and wept loudly.

Long Zhutian silently stretched out his hand and touched Long Zhuiyue's head, and then gathered the bones scattered on the ground one by one with one hand.

"Brother, we don't have a mother anymore."

Long Zhuiyue said heartbroken, "I regret it, we should let mother stay for a few more days, woo woo."

"You still have a brother."

Long Zhutian looked at her and said, "Don't be sad, there is a saying in the west that crying will block the soul's way to heaven."

"Really!"

When Long Zhuiyue heard this, he hurriedly reached out to wipe his tears.

However, the more tears were wiped, the more I couldn't stop it...

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