Grim Reaper's work

After reading more than a dozen pictures, the red velvet box inside was finally revealed, which was exactly the same as the one in Mo Lin's hand. Death almost thought that Mo Lin was playing tricks on him.

Mo Lin ignored his resentful eyes and told him to open the box. Death narrowed his eyes and looked like he didn't believe it was a good thing, but he still opened the box with a straight face.

It turned out to be a ring inside? ? ? ?This thing, in all likelihood, is a marriage proposal!

Death clutched his little heart tightly.

Mo Lin said: "Do you agree or not? Promise me to wear it for you."

The god of death stretched out his claws: "We have only known each other for a few months, and you proposed marriage, it is too hasty."

Hasty? ? ? ?Then Mo Lin was so wronged, he put it on and said: "I'm already dead, you actually said I was sloppy, you men are really nothing."

Reaper: "..." It seems to be the same.

Mo Lin also opened his own box, which contained the other pair of rings. He stuffed the box into the hands of the god of death, and asked the god of death to wear it for himself, and the god of death grabbed his hand graciously.

Mo Lin sighed: "Oh... It's really convenient to get married in the underworld, and there are no restrictions."

Reaper: "Divorce in the underworld is also very convenient, and there are no restrictions."

Mo Lin: "...Talking about divorce right after getting married?"

The god of death slapped his salty pig's hand away: "Oh, I didn't just say it casually, and we are not married yet, what kind of rascal are you?"

Maureen immediately thought about the registration: "I'm actually a little scared."

"afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid your name is too long to fit on the marriage certificate."

grim Reaper:"……"

"It's okay, you can abbreviate it, just write Via when the time comes."

Mo Lin remembered that when he went to the boss's office to look for him during the day, the boss also called him Via. Now that he heard him say it himself, he tried hard to recall the string of names of the god of death. It seemed that there were indeed these two pronunciations.

"So did you cut off two words from your name? People usually call you that, why didn't you tell me that I can call you that, I want to call you by your name too."

The god of death faltered: "Well... I forgot that day. Actually, the name is not important, and people don't usually call me that... Sometimes they call 'Via' and I can't remember to agree..."

Mo Lin wondered: "Then what do other people usually call you?" He could call his daughter-in-law, but other gods of death couldn't.

The god of death was silent for a long time, muttering something in a low voice.

Maureen didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Reaper glanced at him, and said vaguely again.

"Little, little idiot..."

Maureen: "..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!"

The god of death said angrily: "You, don't laugh!"

Maureen: "I'm sorry hahahaha, I, I couldn't hold back."

Death grunted again, and Maureen thought it sounded like a dirty word.

"I won't laugh, I won't laugh, don't mention this, there is another good thing you haven't seen, look at the wrapping paper you just peeled off."

Reaper picked up the pile of crumpled papers in doubt, and remembered that Mo Lin wrapped the ring like a big onion, so there was something exquisite in it.

The papers were folded in a mess, and Death tried his best to spread each paper on the coffee table.There are some things drawn on the paper, but he can’t read them. Only two of them can be seen to be human faces. They are not complete, and death is clear. If they are put together to see, there are sixteen in total, and they are put together into a horizontal big picture.

"Huh? Is this the two of us! Did you draw this yourself????"

"Hmm, I was a painter when I was alive."

Death glanced at Mo Lin, and then at the painting: "You are amazing! But why did you make them into wrapping paper, the paintings are so good, they are all wrinkled!"

Mo Lin: "It's not a big problem. It's called the beauty of regret. Life is like this. There are always things that don't go well, but he is still whole."

The god of death felt that Mo Lin was just talking nonsense, but it made sense!

Mo Lin patted Death's pouting buttocks: "Okay, let's pack up and go to Miss Sister's party to play in a while. We will go to the Underworld Bureau to register after you go on vacation in two days."

The Grim Reaper let out an "um" and carefully put away the drawing papers.

"Oh, no, we can't register."

Mo Lin asked nervously, "Why? Didn't you agree to everything?"

The Grim Reaper scratched his head: "It suddenly occurred to me that the new Grim Reaper must become a full-time member before he can register for marriage. You are still a student and have not reached the legal death age for marriage." After speaking, he shook his hand wearing the ring. "So you bought the ring for nothing, and asked for the marriage for nothing."

Maureen: "..." WTF? ? ? ?The boss didn't tell me! ! ! !

Mo Lin gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, I didn't ask in vain, it will end sooner or later... At worst, I'll wait any longer..."

Just wait a few more decades...