The strategy of the host of fast travel depends on recklessness

Chapter 112

He put the pulp into Chi Changsheng's mouth, looked up at Chi Changsheng who hadn't responded, then gently pushed the small piece of apple into her mouth with his fingers to keep it from falling out, and then looked up again Looking at Chi Changsheng, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was extremely cautious, as if a weak human being would die in front of him if he was stronger.

"chew."

"..." No strength.

Mr. Death helped her close her chin. His hands were as cold as ice. Chi Changsheng's body shivered subconsciously. The small pieces of fruit in his mouth slipped directly into the esophagus. As a result, she was choked a few times, but fortunately nothing happened. The god of death froze and disappeared holding an apple. After a while, she came back with a bowl of apple puree. It was still a clean bowl and spoon from nowhere. Most of the things here are abandoned in the ruins of the city, and it is not easy to find intact ones so quickly.

He is obviously taking care of human beings for the first time, and he has made rapid progress in the process of slowly mastering, self-taught.

After recovering some strength, Chi Changsheng thanked the other party in a low voice, but found that the other party had no intention of leaving. The shadow behind him stretched its teeth and danced its claws, splitting into one after another, like thorns or monsters. The minions, with the arc of a small machete at the end, are definitely not good in terms of appearance or feeling.

"...you, what are you looking for?" Death's thin, bloodless lips parted slightly, and he took off the hood, revealing the fluffy and soft white hair under the hood, like soft clouds or cotton, But at the same time, it has a soft and bright luster like silk. Wearing a hood for a long time made his already soft hair curl up a little bit uncomfortably. This move seemed to mean something, and the expression on his face It made people feel a little gentle, the long and dense snow-white eyelashes were naturally upturned, like a feather fan.

"I'm with you, together."

He went on to say this.

The strips of black shadow seemed to have their own consciousness and life. They clung to the tall and heavy iron door, and the scimitar-like hooks were thrust into the cracks of the door. The steel was twisted visibly with the naked eye due to its huge force. With the sound of steel locks cracking, the warehouse door creaked open slowly and unstoppably on both sides. The icy wind and snow flew in, trying to engulf the warehouse with great speed. Within a few minutes, The interior of this warehouse will also fall into this ruthless ice and snow.

A door to hell was opened.

Chi Changsheng was breathing, and every breath turned into a white mist visible to the naked eye. The temperature dropped so quickly that she could already feel the gradual freezing of her body temperature, followed by a very bad feeling of heat. Death's emotionless gray eyes Watching her quietly, as if patiently waiting for her response, at this moment, Chi Changsheng, who was in such a bad physical condition, had only one choice.

"……it is good."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he untied the cloak on his body and wrapped it around Chi Changsheng's body. It carried a faint elegant fragrance, which was sandalwood fragrance, which came from the other party's breath. This was the breath Chi Changsheng was most familiar with. Smelling it again after another time, she actually had the illusion that it seemed like a lifetime away.

The seemingly thin and ancient cloak insulated the cold air, making Chi Changsheng feel as warm as if he was being illuminated by the sun. This is undoubtedly a good thing that cannot be judged by its appearance.

The thorns of the black shadow avoid the curved thorns that end like sharp claws from Chi Changsheng, put away the dangerous thorns, drag her up from the wheelchair and pull her into the arms of Death, Chi Changsheng looks at the wheelchair, if nothing else happens , that is the mobility tool that the original owner needs to rely on for the rest of her life. If she cannot repair her body, then this is also the means of transportation that she cannot leave in this life.

Chi Changsheng lowered his head and slowly closed his eyes. This body is still too weak. She still needs to assimilate her body and soul to achieve the fastest recovery speed. For this reason, rest is a must.

Grim Reaper looked down at the fragile human being whose breathing was gradually steady in his arms, and relaxed his movements. The hurricane mixed with hail and frost came mercilessly, blowing the green giant tree full of rime, and hanging it on a long tree. The strings of ice flowers are like clusters of silver-white wisterias growing from trees, but they can't blow the robe of Death, and not a single snowflake stains his hair, as if he and this world have a separate relationship. invisible barrier.

The cold wind refuses to stop, the ice and snow refuse to melt, the plants refuse to wither, the torrent refuses to dry up - all living things avoid death.

In the distance, the city ruins wrapped in thick fog seem to be looking at people from a distance, and they seem to be close at hand, like a mirage. Now the air is very cold and clean, and there are no impurities. It is not the smog that makes the city looming. It's the dense wind and snow. Presumably the wind and snow there will be more cruel, but the more dangerous the place, the more rewards will be gained.

This is the third month since the end of the world. Death thinks that there should be edible food for humans. The apples he just picked are also from there. But holding someone, he can no longer use the previous method to fly over. He can atomize, but the weak human in his arms cannot.

Stepping on the soft snow like walking on flat ground, God of Death walked towards the city step by step, his steps were steady and light, without making a sound.

In the system space at this time, the situation is not good.

"Changsheng seems to be unable to hear my voice..." Although he knew there was information about the god of death, but this was the first time he encountered such a situation, the system 1010 was so worried that he almost cried. He reported the situation and went to private chat to inquire System 006 senior.

[006]: It should be that the communication link between you and the host has been cut off. Presumably you have also seen the "black shadow" of the god of death. It is a ruthless guy who can cut off the soul. The space-time bureau communicated with the god of death world a lot. Kung fu, because they can easily cut off the connection between the host and the system, and they are born to control the "law of death". It depends on the situation that your host has not been cut off by him with the death scythe and the causal chain has been protected. Fortunately, there are less than three digits of death, but none of them are good, don't panic now, see if you can still send things there.

System 1010 tried it, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was OK, and it seemed that only the communication link was cut off.

[1010]: Yes!

[006]: That's good. It seems that this person is kind-hearted. If he didn't like it, he would break the system contract and take him away... Finally, he found a god of death who abides by the space-time contract. Is it okay to tell the host in the form of a note?
【1010】：Okay, thank you, senior, for bothering you.

[006]: You're welcome, I'm here at any time, I'm one of the main systems in charge of your side, where is my responsibility.

At the same time, the Grim Reaper seemed to have discovered something unusual, looking at the person in his arms, his clear and waveless eyes saw the desolation and desolation that had already seen through everything, only the soul fire that was beating quietly in it had a little vitality.

"...candy, do you want to eat it?" Chi Changsheng, who woke up after finding a foreign object in his hand, spread his hand to him. What he was holding was just a few fruit candies that had just appeared suddenly. Chi Changsheng didn't even think about it. It is understood that this is sent by the system 1010.

"is it okay?"

"Ah."

He lowered his head, Chi Changsheng unwrapped the candy wrapper, and stuffed the candy into his mouth. Although she regained a little strength, she still performed the simple action of unwrapping the candy wrapper slowly and slowly, "How about it?"

"……sweet."

In fact, he no longer has a sense of taste... This is a fact that he has long forgotten but understood again today.

　Chi Changsheng had a question, how to make apple puree without a food processor.

　　Mr. Reaper stretched out his hand in front of her. His hand was pale and slender, beautiful, and his life was unknown. He slowly made a fist gesture, which meant clearly that he directly squeezed it into mud.

　　Chi Changsheng felt that he would not want to eat apple puree a second time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)