Accidentally reincarnated into a magic book

230 Grim Reaper
The night was quiet, and the bright moonlight penetrated the clouds and reflected the earth, illuminating Ronald's solemn face.

The young adventurer stood on the plain outside Wengla City, and the wind blew from afar, blowing his clothes away.

The young man held the saber tightly in his hand, staring at the front without moving - it was a broken saber, it was a saber, it was better to say it was just an empty shell, except for the hilt, only half of the sword was left , but even so that half of the saber can bring him enough sense of security.

The battle with the Vajra Griffin and those spiders during the day was too brutal. After returning to Vengra, Ronald originally thought of going to the forge for repairs tomorrow, but he didn't expect that something like this happened again in the middle of the night.

Tens of meters away, a guy covered in a black robe was holding the unconscious Jasmine in his arms, and was confronting Ronald.

Ronald chased him all the way from the hotel to the outside of the city, where he finally intercepted the man in black robe.

"Bring Jasmine back." Ronald yelled at her angrily.

He raised his sword eyebrows. Although his face was young, he was full of intimidation.

He was indeed angry. Although he and Jasmine hadn't known each other for long, they were companions who shared life and death. If Jasmine was hurt, he would never forgive the man in front of him.

"Hee hee hee, are you angry? Are you angry? Sure enough, you are angry."

The person under the black robe made a strange voice: "But, if you tell me to let her go, will I let her go? I can't bear to let go of such a cute girl."

The guy under the black robe said, looking down at Jasmine's sleeping face.

There was still panic on the girl's face, and he knocked her out because she was too noisy when she was running away just now.

Suddenly, the guy under the black robe giggled and stuck out his tongue to lick the girl's face.

"Let go of her!"

Ronald was already furious, he spread his hands forward, as fast as a gust of lightning, and instantly came in front of the man in black.

I saw Ronald's five fingers spread wide, as if he was about to catch the tongue of the man in black.

"Alas!"

The man in black gave a strange cry and raised his head hastily.

Ronald immediately raised his hand, closed his fingers and made a fist. With electric light on his hand, he punched the man in black robe on the heart.

Seeing that the situation was not looking good, the black-robed man quickly let go of Jasmine in his hand. He put his hands back together, struggling to grab Ronald's attacking arm.

Unexpectedly, he fell into Ronald's trick.

Ronald raised his fist, dodging the black-robed man's hands and slammed the black hood that covered his face. The other hand moved at the same time, catching Jasmine who had been let go with one hand.

Seeing that he had rescued Jasmine, he retreated again and again, distanced himself from the man in black.

The black hat covering his face was lifted, and in front of Ronald, the mysterious and strange man in black finally revealed his true colors.

"Hee hee, you are indeed very powerful."

It was an extremely thin man, his skinny body was like skin and bones. If he didn't look carefully, Ronald would even think that the one standing in front of him was a skeleton.

I don't know if it was because of the night, but the man's skin looked a bit dark, and the entire top of his head was shaved, leaving only the middle hair, which looked very special.

"grim Reaper?"

Ronald recognized the man.

No, he should have thought about it a long time ago. In his impression, there is indeed such a maverick adventurer with a thin body and a black robe that always covers his face. Because of his strange behavior, no one is willing to approach him.

For some reason, Ronald had some intersection with that Grim Reaper, so he was also one of the few people who saw the Grim Reaper's face.

"No, you are not Death."

Ronald shook his head. Although the voice can indeed be changed in many ways, the aura of the person in front of him carries a completely different oppression.

Ronald glared ahead: "Who the hell are you?!"

"Young man, you are really strong. It seems that I guessed correctly."

The man showed his white teeth and giggled, his body trembled with the laughter, as if he was about to fall apart at any moment.

"What is your purpose? Why did you kidnap Jasmine?"

"Hee hee, why? Because I know that girl is very important to you!" Reaper held his stomach and laughed, he looked at Lai laughing almost out of breath.

"You, don't you like her? Hee hee."

"You, what nonsense are you talking about!" Ronald blushed like a young boy, "She is my companion who fought with me, so I won't let you kidnap her."

"Oh, good excuse, I like it, I like it, hahaha."

"madman."

Ronald cursed angrily.

But he calmed down quickly: "You are not the god of death, who are you? What is the purpose of infiltrating Wengla City?"

"The purpose? Hee hee, of course it is to find delicious prey."

Death stuck out his tongue and licked the side of his mouth.

"Ah, I've already smelled that scent, it's really wonderful, it's really wonderful."

The man's expression was joyful, and he tensed up, as if enjoying an exciting orgasm.

"So it's not just a lunatic, but a pervert?"

Ronald pressed his forehead, but he didn't relax a bit.

Yes, he felt the killing intent, a strong killing intent was continuously emanating from that man.

The man embraced himself with both hands, as if immersed in his own world at this moment.

"So! For the delicious prey, I have to get rid of those who get in the way, whether it's those adventurers or you young man."

The God of Death narrowed his eyes, and his pupils suddenly turned scarlet, like a wild beast peeping at its prey.

Then Ronald saw it.

A black long scythe slowly emerged from the man's hand out of thin air—it was the weapon of the god of death, and the face of the god of death, Ronald would not admit it wrong, but it was not the god of death.

"You killed Reaper?"

Ronald clenched his fists, his joints were squeezed crisply, but that still didn't seem to express his anger.

"That's right, I killed the original owner of this body, what's wrong, young man, it seems that you know this person?"

Reaper smiled and licked the edge of the scythe. He looked at the sharpest part of the scythe, and the moonlight cast it, reflecting Ronald's angrily expression.

"You will pay the price for this." Ronald slowly put Jasmine in his hand on the ground, he stood in front of Jasmine, and quietly touched his waist with his right hand.

He didn't touch the broken saber, but pressed the side where the saber was at his waist - there was nothing there, but it seemed like there was something there.

"Hee hee, can you make me pay the price? Young man?" The god of death held the sickle in front of him. Under the bright moon, he really looked like a god of death who harvested lives.

"Hee, let me see if you are a delicious prey worth eating!"

As Reaper spoke, he danced his sickle and rushed towards Ronald.

(End of this chapter)