God of Death's First Love [MTL]

Ch 42

Chapter 42

Ye Qing was surprised, but because she was in the arms of the God of Death, she held her breath even more and did not dare to move.

She couldn't see his face, but it made his cold and gentle touch more real.

He gently peeled off her blood-stained coat, laid her flat on the bed, and added a wonderful seal of divine blessing to her body.

The mark penetrated into her body almost instantly. If she wasn't conscious now, it would be absolutely impossible for her to know.

What was he going to do to her?

She racked her brains, and apart from the pitiful friendship they had as classmates in the mortal world, she couldn't think of anything special that the God of Death could give her again and again.

She felt a soft, thin quilt covering her body, and then the soft cushion beside her sank slightly.

He sat quietly on the edge of the bed, and even if she closed her eyes gently, she could still feel the burning gaze.

She couldn't hold it in any longer. Guess this was not only a test of her breath-holding skills, it was also a psychological warfare...

She had heard about the effects of that cup of immortal drunkenness, but it only knocked her down, not causing her death.

"Cough, cough!" She coughed a few words, moved slowly, turned her back to him, and the pressure on her body suddenly decreased a lot.

There was a hint of helplessness in Death's eyes, and he tucked her into bed silently. His hand accidentally brushed her cheek, and then suddenly stopped moving.

Ye Qing's heart skipped a beat, thinking he had discovered something.

Unexpectedly, the hand went too far. The fingertips landed on the soft lips, caressing them for a moment, then moved downstream, twisting up her thin shirt and tightening the loose collar.

Even though her mind was filled with questions, she didn't dare to leak a single breath and could only continue to pretend.

Not long after, the slender fingers rolled over her lips and inserted a pill that smelled like wine.

The pill turned into a fragrant aura upon entering, and Ye Qing immediately understood that it was probably an antidote to immortal drunkenness, or a very rare life-saving medicine, probably made from some kind of medicinal wine.

It's just that the alcohol in the medicine was too strong, and her head was a little dizzy.

"woke up?"

His voice rang in my ears, numbing. She couldn't help but open her intoxicated eyes, and climbed onto his body by accident.

The eyes of the God of Death darkened: "How conscious are you?"

She didn't answer, simply pretended, got into his arms with her eyes closed, and secretly made up her mind.

He gambled his life in exchange for the power of the God of Death to give her a glimmer of life. So, now that he has lost his memory, she will protect him.

God and Death are in the clear, and she will be the best secret move, so no one can be alarmed now.

Unexpectedly, the God of Death did not push her away. He still maintained this position until she woke up from a drowsy sleep.

She suppressed the surprise in her heart, quickly sorted out the current situation, simulated several coping methods in her mind, and calculated the future.

The God of Death noticed that she had moved a little, and moved his eyes away from her without any trace.

She opened her cold eyes, which had returned to clarity. She was not surprised at all when she saw their ambiguous postures. Instead, she gently pinched her chin, revealing a trace of unexplained charm, and said thoughtfully: "The God of Death" The Lord is so reluctant to let me go. Could it be that he has intentions for me?"

The God of Death's penetrating gaze fell, making her a little bit confused about his intentions.

"You...are right." After a long time, he finally spoke.

Ye Qing's heart skipped a beat, but her expression remained as usual: "The God of Death means..."

He seemed to know the surprise buried deep in her heart, and said lightly: "As early as in the mortal world, you fell into my eyes."

This... ...

Is it really destined somewhere that even if he loses his memory, he will still be special to her? Even if he had to do it over again, he would still choose her...

She swallowed the bitterness in her mouth and tightened her grip on him.

Stupid.

Hasn't she made him miserable enough?

"You want me?" A sweet smile appeared on her lips, but her eyes were deep, "Then it depends on how much you are willing to give."

The God of Death stared at her eyes for a moment, then brushed her lips with his fingertips, his expression seemed to be scornful and unconcerned, "The most important chess piece of the God of Heaven, the female warrior of the Heavenly Realm, the most special God of Destiny... Come to think of it. The taste is good, so why not pay a price?"

"What the God of Death means..." She lowered her eyes to hide her thoughts, and playfully played with his collar with her fingertips.

"Isn't this why you broke into my palace of death?" He gently shook his hand, and a piece of parchment filled with patterns suddenly appeared in his palm.

She only glanced at it, and based on the pattern on it, she vaguely guessed that it was a troop formation diagram for the war in the near future, and it probably involved a lot of secrets.

How could he take it out so easily...

"Are you tempted?" Seeing her thoughtful look, the eyes of Death deepened.

She had no words, only a mysterious smile.

I don't know how long it took, but when she slowly woke up, there was still a trace of his breath in the room. When I touched the area next to me, it was not yet cool.

She supported her weak body and flew to the Tower of the Dead.

The God of the Dead had already noticed that a guest was coming. When he saw it was her, a trace of sincerity curled up on his usually calm face, and he quickly came out of the tower to greet him.

They, who were well-informed, had already known that the God of Death had stayed in her room all night, and their previous indifference had long since turned into panic, fearing that she would say something in the God of Death's ears.

Recalling the arrogant comments made by the God of the Undead to her when they first met, she felt a little strange when compared with now.

The God of the Undead doesn't seem to be the type to adapt to the changing circumstances, and his attitude towards her, besides respect, is also a little bit fearful... Could it be that the man in black was sent by him?

But she didn't come here to pursue such a trivial matter.

"There will be a secret treasure in the mortal world. This medicine can help people improve their cultivation for thousands of years. However, I am currently in a state of incapacity, and the God of Death cannot go to the mortal world in person. I hope the God of the Undead can fetch it for me." She got straight to the point and didn't mind moving here. The name of the God of Death is like a fox pretending to be a tiger.

"Since it is the God of Destiny's calculation, the news about the secret treasure cannot be false..." The God of the Dead couldn't guess what little calculation she was making, and even if she didn't want to agree, he couldn't refuse.

This guy is stupid.

Ye Qing curled up the corner of her mouth, picked up a few invisible threads of fate with her fingertips, and pretended to calculate, and then said, "I figured your trip would be uneventful."