What bad thoughts does the Reaper have? [Transmigration Book]

Jiang Wei has been drawing and resting irregularly for so many days, and he is afraid that Hei Zai will sleep in the guest bedroom next to the study because of the noise at night.

Gradually, Hei Zai learned to tidy himself up and choose clothes to wear, but he never touched those cute skirts.

Jiang Wei scanned the two completed works and passed them on to the organizer. When he walked in, he found that Hei Zai was taking a bath. He turned around and went to the hot spring pool to soak for a while, and enjoy the high-tech massage/massage/service/service by the way.

"Master, why don't you go to the bedroom and sleep if you're sleepy." Gina woke up Jiang Wei who was already dazed.

"Hmm..." Jiang Wei got off the massage/massage chair, yawned and opened the door to the bedroom.

The surround speakers were playing music softly, and the black cub was rolling around rhythmically on the bed wrapped in a bath towel.

It was still excited by itself, Jiang Wei stood at the door and chuckled, Erzai really looked more and more like a human being.

Hei Zai rolled halfway and found a black figure standing behind the crack of the door, his ears were so frightened that his ears stood up.

Jiang Wei pushed the door open and came in, Hei Zai came back to his senses and immediately rolled sideways into the quilt.

As soon as the big eyeballs turned to play, the short legs kicked away a corner of the quilt, and the fat hand pulled the pillow cover and waved at him: "Master~ come and play..."

Hei Zai's original voice was very indistinguishable, but he deliberately squeezed his voice to look more like a girl. After speaking, he blinked his big eyes, like the woman on the TV show, sending autumn spinach to Jiang Wei secretly.

"Ahem..." Jiang Wei choked with laughter at Hei Zai's acting like a treasure, this play really became more and more like it, but its appearance was really hard for him to join the play.

And what a mess of lines, he must have a good talk with Gina tomorrow.

"Baby, not all lines can be learned, this kind of line is not suitable for you."

"Inappropriate?" Hei Zai lay on the bed, showing half of his head, his ears twisted together, not knowing what Jiang Wei meant.

"Yes, this kind of lines is not suitable for children to imitate." Jiang Wei sat down in his nightgown.

Hei Zai got out of his little quilt and stood up. Although he had grown up a little during this time, he was still very small compared to Jiang Wei, only reaching the middle of his chest.

"You treat me like a child?" Hei Zai was incredulous.

"What does it mean to be a fool, you are." Jiang Wei took the opportunity to pinch his son's slippery face.

Black cub: "???"

Although he didn't know how to explain it, he didn't think he would be a child now. At the beginning, he really didn't know anything, like a newborn cub, he could only think and act by instinct, and now he wouldn't be like this.

What's more, this doesn't prove anything. During the period when Jiang Wei retreated to paint, some scenes appeared in his mind more and more times. Where did they come from?

Jiang Wei usually talks to himself in a coaxing tone, and he also thinks that the love/interest between the two of them is not serious, and he even feels that he has lived a long, long time longer than Jiang Wei.

"I'm not a child." Hei Zai said seriously to Jiang Wei.

"Oh?" Jiang Wei teased it, "Then you prove it to me."

Is this a black cub? He seriously thought about how he could prove it.

Before he could figure out how to prove it, Jiang Wei yawned and lay on his side, stretching out a hand to hold the black cub together with the quilt in his arms.

Jiang Wei leaned over with his eyes closed, and pressed his mouth against his cold forehead: "Baby, good night."

Hei Zai was held by him quietly, and he could no longer respond to his "baby" as sweetly as before. Jiang Wei called him a baby because he regarded him as a real baby!

Anxiety appeared in Hei Zai's eyes, he didn't want Jiang Wei to treat him as a child, he was not a child, but before he could think of a way, he was bound by the turbulent sleepiness and fell asleep in Jiang Wei's arms.

When Jiang Wei was in retreat, he sneaked over to kiss the cub every night, watched it sleep soundly, and then tiptoed to the guest bedroom to sleep, without sleep all night.

Holding the black cub this night, he dreamed again uncontrollably.

Dreaming of a dark environment without light and shadow, Jiang Wei panicked for a moment before realizing that this is the hall of the underworld that he had seen before.

Jiang Wei seemed to have lived here for a long time, and found a warm place in the winding road with ease.

He looked down and couldn't see his clothes clearly. He was wearing a great cloak that felt great on the outside, and the inside was not cumbersome but not cold.

Jiang Wei walked around this warm place twice, found the mark in the shape of peach blossoms, pouted his buttocks and started digging the soil. After a while, he dug out two bottles of wine, no need for any small cups, just unplug/uncork and tilt his head up to drink vigorously.

The spicy cold wine entered the throat, and the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys of the chest were burned, and the coldness was finally expelled.

Jiang Wei drank the spirits in big gulps. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, but the more he drank, the happier he was. His mouth was grinning and his eyes were shining. Covered with a layer of pink mist.

"Don't drink it." The god of death came over still wearing the big hood, and stretched out his hand to snatch Jiang Wei's wine.

"You...don't worry about me!" Jiang Weijiu was more than half drunk, and he was a lot more courageous than usual. He was not afraid of offending his parents. Now he eats his food and uses his food, even wine. his.

Although Jiang Wei exchanged something with him, compared to what he gave to himself, he took advantage of it.

"Give it to me." The voice of the God of Reaper was a little more uncompromising.

"No... I won't give it to you..." Jiang Wei took the wine bottle in his right hand and took it with his left hand, and grabbed the empty right hand several times in the air. Ding Qing saw that he grabbed the sleeve of the god of death and pulled it into his arms, wanting to pull it over to see clearly The spell on his clothes.

The mantra emitting golden light didn't burn his hands at this time. Why?

Jiang Wei tugged at his clothes, and the God of Death could only walk over passively. The little drunk didn't realize how close the two of them were at this time, and motioned him to sit down next to him.

He was also angry when the god of death didn't sit down, his mouth curled down as if to cry.

"I'm sitting down, don't cry."

"Hahaha... how could I cry, I lied to you, I acted too much~" the drunk Jiang Wei made faces at him after finishing speaking.

Reaper's eyes hidden under the hood slightly bent.

"Hey, I don't want to call you Death God like others. What's your name? What's your name? Here...here you, Mr. Jiang... give me your name!" Jiang Wei leaned in front of Death, drinking As soon as the bottle was thrown, two hands were raised to try to pull the hood on his head.

He has never seen the appearance of this god before, is it too ugly to cover it up?

Grim Reaper dodged Jiang Wei's messy hands, and held his wrists with cold palms through the sleeves, and whispered, "I don't have a name."

He was born and raised, and from the moment he became conscious, he was one of the twelve gods of death, in charge of the death of all things, and responsible for the return of souls according to the laws of heaven and earth.

Like a moving living tomb, guarding the unchanging loneliness for thousands of years in this underworld where no light can be seen.

Other lives are different every moment. He has no emotions and desires, and has never experienced anger, ignorance, love and hatred.

Like the laws of heaven engraved in the blood pillars, he lived a time like copying and pasting, guarding it and becoming it.

He doesn't need a name, doesn't need to be remembered.

"No." Jiang Wei shook his head at him, "Why don't you have a name?"

"Why not?" Drunk Jiang couldn't figure it out.

"Then I'll give you one!" Jiang Wei volunteered, turned the head of Reaper through the hood with both hands, and faced him face to face through the hood, "I'll give you... a very nice name!"

"What's it called..." Too many Chinese characters came to Jiang Zuigui's mind, but he felt that they were not good, they didn't sound good, and they didn't meet his expectations.

Drunk Jiang thought and thought, until his eyelids became heavy, and the sleepy man came out, his head resting on the shoulder of Death, drowsy.

As soon as Reaper raised his hand, Jiang Zuigui slapped back, shaking his head to wake up, and lied to himself: "I'm not sleepy!"

"I haven't figured out your name yet, you can't sleep..."

"Slap." The little drunk smashed his head back to its original position.

The god of death sat motionless on the spot, and waited for the gentle cry of the little drunk before carefully picking him up and walking towards Jiang Wei's bedroom.

He didn't use the teleportation technique, and he didn't need to soar into the clouds. He stepped on the ground with imaginary shoes, and measured the distance with his feet step by step.

How I wish this distance could be a little longer, so that he could hug the little drunk in his arms for a while longer.

The scene in the dream changed, and the timeline seemed to be pulled back a bit.

Jiang Wei held the wine bottle and drank again, but this time the place was changed, and it was the beam of the main hall of the God of Death.

Shangfang Jiewa, the underworld is almost becoming Jiang Wei's territory, and he is more presumptuous than the god of death who holds the highest power here.

When the god of death came over, Jiang Wei was half drunk again, and when he saw him coming, he stretched out his hand to push him away, he didn't want to see him.

"go away."

The god of death stood there for a while, seeing him frowning and looking distressed, turned around and wanted to leave, the robe by his leg was grabbed by one hand.

I don't want to see him, but I don't want him to go.

Jiang Wei was like the hem of his clothes being held by that hand, twisting and twisting that he was no longer the uncompromising Prince Long.

"I promise you what you said." Jiang Wei buried under his left arm, rubbed his eyes and said in a muffled voice.

Reaper stood upright with his back to him, and nodded when he heard his aggrieved voice, it was so good.

This place... is not a place for him to stay for a long time after all.

Jiang Wei stared at his hand grabbing his clothes, and his gaze fell upwards to the straight back who was much taller than him.

To him, only a glimpse, the heart is confused.

"I've thought of a name for you, do you want to hear it?" Jiang Wei lowered his head and grabbed the dragon jade that he had been wearing since he was born, with two characters engraved on it.

"Hmm." Reaper nodded.

"There is no light or fire here, it is cold and lifeless, even you are like a big stone without emotion, will you return to your original form after I leave, you will not speak for 1 years, and you will not laugh for 10 years ?”

"I managed to teach you how to laugh, to snatch toys from me, to get angry at me for being a picky eater, to..."

"Why do you have to drive me away?"

Obviously you haven't done what you promised me!

Jiang Wei finally turned his head and raised his arms to wipe his face. The current Prince Long is too unrestrained, and he hates himself like this.

"You drive me away, and I'll think of a name for you..." Jiang Wei couldn't continue, and threw the dragon jade in his heart to him.

"This is the underworld, there is no sun, but I hope there will be light."

It is even more delusional that this light can be stored and accompany you all the time for me.

After Jiang Wei finished speaking, he also walked away towards the other end with his back behind his back.

Reaper who stood there took off his hood, spread out the dragon jade in his palm, and gently stroked the two Chinese characters on the dragon jade——Chu Ming.