"Sir, I miss you."
The girl said it again, each word with a lingering heartache. She slowly approached, and when he was distracted for a moment, she was already in front of him.
She looked up at him with her little face raised, the corners of her lips curved.
Her eyes were so bright, they seemed to be brighter than any jewelry he had ever seen.
His cold gaze fell on her eyebrows, and he said in a gorgeous and cold voice: "Ant, you are still as bold as ever."
Hearing this, the girl's smile became brighter, with a hint of chuckle overflowing, "Sir, how can Zhi Xi be so bold? Zhi Xi can't just objectively state his inner love for you, right?"
Xu Zhixi blinked her eyelashes, her wet eyes showing innocence.
The God of Death paused for a long time and said in a cold voice: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"
"Zhi Xi said, Zhi Xi just misses you."
The slender white fingertips gradually moved up along the black robe, and finally landed on the fingers stretched out by the God of Death to hold the notebook. He gently opened one finger and then held it.
"Sir, don't you believe Zhi Xi?"
The God of Death loosened his fingers, and the notebook fell to the ground, and was supported by an invisible force.
He pinched Xu Zhixi's wrist with his backhand and said, "Ant, do you know that whether it is deceiving God or delusional blasphemy, it is a capital crime?"
The cold and severe pressure was released, and Xu Zhixi began to feel depressed.
Her body trembled and she said aggrievedly: "Zhi Xi just admires you... Zhi Xi, I feel so uncomfortable."
A crystal teardrop fell silently.
Those delicate and angry eyes were full of grievances, without any fear at all.
The fierce pressure was suddenly withdrawn, and his cold fingers rubbed the girl's soft and warm skin, and he suddenly chuckled.
"Interesting... Then tell me, why do you admire me?"
Xu Zhixi continued to smile softly, "Your Excellency is handsome, graceful, and powerful. Of course Zhixi admires you."
"Smooth tongue."
He commented lightly.
Xu Zhixi couldn't figure out what kind of emotion he was feeling now. Jin An in this plane really fit the character of the God of Death. He was cold and dignified. It was really difficult for her to arouse his emotions.
The space fell into silence again. For a long time, Xu Zhixi's face became stiff with laughter.
Only then did he speak slowly: "You admire me, and words alone cannot prove it."
"How to prove it?"
"That's your business-"
Death paused.
The soft touch on his neck was fleeting.
Realizing something, he released the cold pressure almost violently. He pinched the girl's chin, "Ant, how dare you-"
"Don't you like it, sir? Zhi Xi originally wanted to kiss your face, but you were too tall and had a mask on your face, so Zhi Xi had to kiss your neck."
The girl seemed a little aggrieved.
Wait, it was obviously him who was being taken advantage of, why did she feel wronged in the first place?
"You are so bold, you are really not afraid that I will kill you..."
Xu Zhixi still had a bright smile, "Sir, if Zhixi sacrifices herself, will she be able to stay with you all the time? Zhixi really likes you, I really like you..."
I love it……
The hand holding her chin suddenly loosened, the black robe shook for a moment, and disappeared from Xu Zhixi's sight in an instant.
The notebook lost its support and fell to the ground with a dull thud.
"Why are you still leaving..."
She slapped her head. She had been so busy teasing Death that she forgot to ask him a question.
Sighing, she bent down and picked up the notebook on the ground. The notebook had been opened to the page with their names written on it.
She took a closer look and saw that the person who died tomorrow night actually had another name added to her name——
Zhou Jibai.
After the early morning of the second day, everyone knew about it.
Zhou Jibai, the person involved, frowned deeply and said in a deep voice: "It seems that if we don't take the initiative to sacrifice one person, we will all die in the end. Maybe we will die more tonight."
Chen Su sat on one side with his chest in his arms, tapping Erlang's legs. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Mr. President, what do we think we should choose?"
Zhou Jibai's face showed a tangled look, he pursed his lips and said with difficulty: "Why don't you just vote as Lin Xian said before..."
Shen Su sneered, "I thought you were talking about drawing lots. After all, it's more fair, isn't it?"
Zhou Jibai was stunned, "I didn't think that much just now."
Su Yan touched his chin and unceremoniously lifted his fig leaf, "You should choose to vote because you already have someone in your heart who you want to vote out. Why don't you just tell me who you want to vote for?"
"Goddess Su really hit the nail on the head!"
Shen Su gave a thumbs up.
"Senior, I really didn't think so. I just didn't think there were other options."
He explained hoarsely, looking a little anxious.
Zhao Yin on the side echoed his words, "Yes, Senior Sister Su Yan, the president just didn't think so much at first. After all, his name suddenly appeared on it, and he was a little anxious."
Shen Su smiled nonchalantly and raised the five paper balls in his hand, "Why are you talking so much? Why not draw lots?"
He put the paper ball on the high table, "You guys interrupt and check to see if there are any marks. Let's draw lots."
Zhou Jibai first picked up a few paper balls and looked at them for a while, then put them down and shook his head at them, "No marks."
Su Yan disrupted the order again, and the others started smoking at the same time.
Xu Zhixi unwrapped her ball of paper and found it was blank.
At this time, Shen Su's careless voice was heard, "The person who draws the paper ball with the number 1 written on it is the chosen one."
Xu Zhixi observed everyone's expressions. The others were relaxed, except for one person whose brows were furrowed, like two small mountain peaks.
It's Zhou Jibai.
Shen Su asked again: "Who is the number 1?"
Zhou Jibai opened his lips and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a clear and soft voice: "It's me, I drew the number 1."
He looked at the person who made the noise.
Xu Zhixi naturally threw the paper ball figure in her hand into the wastebasket, then put on a depressed expression, her long curly eyelashes drooping, her thin back trembling slightly, "I don't want to go..."
Shen Su was shocked and blurted out: "Miss, you are so unlucky!"
In an instant, the girl's eyes turned red, and she sobbed softly: "...So am I going to sacrifice it to the God of Death?"
The thin shoulders trembled and trembled, which was extremely pitiful.
Zhou Jibai pursed his lips and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Zhi Xi... we will definitely find other ways tonight."
Xu Zhixi ignored her and turned around to go upstairs, "Don't disturb me. I want to be alone."
She picked up the notebook and said, "I will sacrifice myself. If you go out, don't forget me."
"Miss——"
Shen Su was about to speak but stopped.
She seemed desperate, but her footsteps became lighter and lighter as she stepped upstairs.
When she reached the third floor, she held up the notebook and smiled brightly, "Lord Death, I'm here to sacrifice it to you."
The black robe appeared and stopped in front of her, the huge scythe shining with silver light.
"Sir, I will do what I say."
She walked towards him.
The God of Death still said nothing, watching her approach step by step.
"Zhi Xi."
A male voice came from behind.
Xu Zhixi turned around suddenly and saw the stern and cold young man. He frowned tightly and looked at him unbearably.
She turned her head again, and the original black figure had disappeared.
"Zhi Xi, I didn't know you were really sincere."
"ah?"
Xu Zhixi was a little stunned.
"You actually took the initiative to die. I'm really, really... I'm very touched."
He came closer, looking moved.
"I know you took the initiative to sacrifice for me."
The unwarranted wind blew the corners of her skirt
"Ah"--
A gorgeous and indifferent sound.
Finished.
The corners of Xu Zhixi's mouth twitched.
