I just want to be just mine

Chapter 47 Death (12)

"He won't even remember this memory," the god of death forced him to step back, and said every word of the maliciousness in his heart, "I will eat you, starting from your body, occupy your entire mind, violate you, Until your soul leaves traces of me."

The voice of the god of death became lower and lower, but the traces of the flying black robe became more and more agitated, and finally stretched out directly from behind the god of death, trying to grab Wei Yunbai's wrist.

Wei Yunbai took a step back.

The God of Death sighed, "You don't need to hide."

He stretched out his hand, and the wall behind him turned into thick black water. The black water moved forward a little bit, and with the sickle, completely cut off Wei Yunbai's backward route.

Wei Yunbai was silent for a few seconds.

Black Water didn't dare to touch him, and Kankan stopped a few inches behind him.

The person who couldn't step forward or step back suddenly laughed. He nodded his eyes and asked softly, "You think Jiang Yan won't have the memories he has now?"

Death said in a gloomy tone, "No one can see the intimacy between me and you. ."

He and Jiang Yan both have a possessiveness that is not lost to each other.

Wei Yunbai is his, and the small prey is his.

The scene of tasting the small prey has already been seen by Jiang Yan, so Jiang Yan will not have a second chance to see it.

Wei Yunbai's smile deepened, "That's the best."

He said: "I really like you, Mr. Death." The

last four words were soft and soft, as if they would be dissipated by the wind at any time.

The God of Death paused for a second, then turned around quickly in the next second, the sickle flew to his side, and disrupted the black gas that was rapidly stabbing at him. The black gas hit the sickle with a deafening crisp sound.

This is a different kind of power.

It can be clearly seen that the dagger that just started shooting down is still ordinary black gas.

Wei Yunbai approached him leisurely, and the dense black gas passed around him alone. He casually reminded: "Come on."

A golden light suddenly appeared in the black gas, and went straight through the large area. The black air, with the icy cold wind, stabbed at the center of Death's brow.

The god of death subconsciously blocked it with a sickle.

But to his surprise, the gold wire directly sank into the sickle, and at the same time, the warm golden filaments hidden in the room appeared and rushed into the sickle together.

The system felt distressed, "This is all the power of heaven, ah, the power of heaven." The

sickle swayed violently a few times, then broke free from the palm of the god of death and floated into the air, and the sharp tip turned to its master.

The tip of the knife shone with an icy light, and the god of death did not move, but the curvature of the exposed lips became larger and larger.

"Interesting."

So funny.

For the first time, the power of heaven belonging to this world descended on Wei Yunbai's body.