The supreme master of the female president

As night fell, it shrouded the dark city, creating a suffocating and dull feeling.

Yang Yitian stood by the window, smoking a cigarette in bleak thoughts, his eyes were cloudy, as if he had been here for a long time.

"Wife, I assure you, as soon as the meeting of the gods ends tomorrow, I will immediately kill Poros and avenge you and our children." Yang Yitian raised his head and looked straight at the starless night sky, a teardrop rolled Eyes trickle down.

It has been almost half a month since Jiang Xinyao's accident, and Yang Yitian's heart is broken, and it hurts to breathe every moment.

Moreover, Yang Yitian didn't know how to spend his days in the future after he killed Poros.

Because, apart from Jiang Xinyao, his broken and painful heart could no longer hold other women.

"Honey, I miss you so much!" Yang Yitian closed his eyes, endless loneliness and melancholy swept over him. At this moment, he misses Jiang Xinyao very much, like never before.

Jiang Xinyao's smile, the fragrance of her beautiful hair, the gentleness of her body, and her softly calling her husband in her ear, everything is like a dream, but it makes Yang Yitian's heart ache unbearably.

"Poros!" Yang Yitian opened his eyes abruptly, his dark pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes, Poros ruined his happy family, and the revenge of killing his wife is irreconcilable.

"Death, are you there?"

Suddenly, Ryoko Yamamoto's voice came from outside the door. Yang Yitian wiped away the mist from his eyes, and said solemnly, "What's the matter?"

"Can you open the door first?" Ryoko Yamamoto whispered weakly outside the door.

"I didn't lock it!" Yang Yitian frowned.

"Squeak!"

Ryoko Yamamoto pushed open the door and walked in lightly, carrying the food she brought from the hotel in her hand.

"Well, I guess you haven't eaten yet, so I brought it for you, and you didn't have anything happened in the afternoon, right?" Ryoko Yamamoto lowered her head. Ever since she learned that Yang Yitian was the god of death, she Not daring to be as presumptuous as before, showing some awe and nervousness.

"No, you go back, try not to have too much contact with me, it will only be harmful to you." Yang Yitian raised his sword eyebrows, and now his every move must be watched in the dark. If she gets too close, her safety will definitely be in danger.

"Well, Lord Death, eat it while it's hot, I'll go back first!"

After confirming that Yang Yitian was not harmed in the afternoon, Ryoko Yamamoto tapped her forehead lightly, put the food she packed on the glass table in the room, and then retreated carefully.

"Thank you!" When Ryoko Yamamoto backed out to the door and was about to turn around and leave, Yang Yitian suddenly thanked her.

"You're welcome!" Ryoko Yamamoto turned her head and looked at Yang Yitian's face, smiling softly with her gorgeous lips, which was so beautiful.

Yang Yitian smiled faintly, stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, and sat on the stool. He hadn't eaten all day today, and he didn't even drink a sip of water.

However, just as Yang Yitian was about to eat, he found that Ryoko Yamamoto was standing at the door, looking at him helplessly, with no intention of leaving.

"What else do you need?" Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Well, Shinigami, can I ask you a few questions?" Yamamoto Ryoko pursed her lips, a little afraid that Yang Yitian would get angry.

Yang Yitian pondered for a while, then said lightly: "Yes, come in and sit down!"

With Yang Yitian's permission, Ryoko Yamamoto was as happy as a butterfly, trotted in nimbly and lightly, and said with a smile on her moist and thin lips, "I knew you would agree."

Yang Yitian smiled helplessly, and said, "What's the matter, tell me!"

"Can I call you Yang Yitian like a friend like I did before? I always feel awkward calling you Death God, and there is an invisible pressure." Ryoko Yamamoto pouted, she would rather Yang Yitian was not a god , that way we can become friends with each other instead of being separated by a layer of identity.

"Follow you!" Yang Yitian said lightly.

"Hee hee, you are really a friendly person. Among the five gods, you may be the best!" Yamamoto Ryoko smiled deftly, but if someone who really knows Yang Yitian will definitely slap her a few times when she hears this sentence Well, the reason why this man is called the god of death is because his terror is frightening.

"What's the matter with you, tell me quickly!" Yang Yitian frowned.

Ryoko Yamamoto bit the corner of her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "You once killed the son of Pavilion Master Beichen Yidaoliu, didn't you?"

"Beichen One Sword Style?"

Hearing this name, Yang Yitian narrowed his eyes slightly. He did kill the pavilion master's son, and a few months ago, Beichen sent a Jōnin called Inoue Masano to kill him, but he killed him directly in the end.

"Well, Beichen Yidaoliu is one of the three major organizations in our country. A few years ago, the son of the pavilion master died in the dark world. I heard people said that you killed it." Ryoko Yamamoto lowered his head, no Dare to look into Yang Yitian's eyes, afraid that what he asked would anger him.

Yang Yitian looked calm, did not deny what he had done, and said deeply: "Yes, I killed him."

"Then can you tell me why you killed him?" Ryoko Yamamoto asked nervously.

"You know each other?" Yang Yitian asked back.

"Yes, the Changle group has a relationship with Beichen Yidaoyu. The pavilion owner's son is called Nakamura Shunichi. We have met many times." Ryoko Yamamoto replied.

"I don't like him, so I killed him!" Yang Yitian said sternly.

"No, although I haven't been in contact with you for a long time, I know that you are not that kind of bloodthirsty demon. It must be Shunichi Nakamura who has done something to anger you, right?" Ryoko Yamamoto asked with blinking eyes.

"It's getting late, let's go back!" Yang Yitian did not deny or admit it, and issued an order to expel Yamamoto Ryoko.

Ryoko Yamamoto wanted to say something, but Yang Yitian's deep eyes made her swallow all the words, and she could only leave reluctantly.

"Yang Yitian, my father said that Poros is very dangerous, you must be careful tomorrow." Ryoko Yamamoto walked to the door, stopped her footsteps, turned her head and said to Yang Yitian with concern.

Yang Yitian nodded calmly, and Ryoko Yamamoto exited his room with weeping willow eyes, and closed the door by the way.

"Miss Yamamoto!" At this moment, the left guard appeared in front of Ryoko Yamamoto, who was worried and followed.

"I'm fine." Ryoko Yamamoto smiled lightly, glanced at the door of Yang Yitian's room, and left here with the left guard.

In the room, Yang Yitian didn't have the mind to eat, his forehead was tightly wrinkled, and he turned his head to look at the night scene outside the window. The dark city, which is very peaceful now, will usher in a revenge and bloody death fight tomorrow.