Marvel's Cultivator

Walking on the aisle in the front courtyard of the villa, Liu Yuan looked at the slightly messy flowers and plants around, and slightly admired the thoughtful arrangement in his heart. It is true that there is nothing else except a well-decorated room.

Although the other party was already prepared in his heart to be smart, it seems that it is not necessary now.

Walking up the white steps and coming to the door of the villa, Liu Yuan glanced at the large bunch of cold keys lying in his hands, put them in his Qiankun bag, and silently recited a cleansing mantra in his heart, then pushed gently, and the door followed the trend. And open.

Death, who was observing the human architectural culture, felt the energy of the Cleansing Mantra. In a blink of an eye, the cyan figure disappeared into the darkness, and the light yellow light lit up in the room, bringing a trace of vitality.

Liu Yuan took a look at the interior decoration. Several antique lamps were leaning against the wall. A set of Chinese-style wood carving furniture was arranged in the center of the living room. The carved lantern on the top exuded a pale yellow light.

He inspected, reached out and stroked the armrest of the bench, and sat down.

As his home in the mortal world, he is not stingy with admiring it. Although it can only be regarded as a foothold, it is a work created by others with hard work.

It's a pity that now is not the time to appreciate art, there are more important things to do.

"Beautiful! And...an indescribable feeling, should I say...divine?" Death expressed her emotions like an artist, and then sat on the side chair Go up, look at Liu Yuan playfully.

If ordinary people encountered such a scene, they would almost subconsciously approve of death, and they couldn't wait to talk to this beauty, but that would only work for those whose minds were unstable.

I saw Liu Yuan picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea, then waved his left hand lightly, a cup of tea floated in front of Death like this, the white water mist carried a faint tea fragrance.

Although he didn't like this uninvited guest, he still served him a cup of tea politely, and it was the first time we met, so he couldn't say he hated it.

Death looked at the black tea in front of him and hesitated for a moment, then reached out to pick up the teacup and took a sip.

"Bitter?" She frowned, she didn't seem to like the bitter taste of tea very much, but only she knew what it was.

"Tell me, what is the purpose of coming here?" Liu Yuan put down his teacup, raised his head and said to Death.

Perhaps because of the history of the human race in the world of cultivating immortals, he has never had a good impression of those so-called gods. Since the other party has something to talk to, he will not refuse.

As soon as the words fell, Death put down his teacup, looked up at Liu Yuan, and said solemnly: "You are very strong, the god of the earth, what should I call you?"

Although she knows that Liu Yuan is different from those protoss, she still habitually regards him as an existence similar to the dimension lord. Except for the dimension lord, there is almost no life in the universe that is not controlled by them like Liu Yuan.

And Li Jun's death made her more sure of Liu Yuan's identity, because at the moment of that life's death, a very mysterious force took his soul away, and even she couldn't make any interference.

It is not uncommon for her to encounter such a situation. For example, a dimensional lord like Dormammu always uses despicable means to seize souls from time to time.

And as a dead self, I can't directly interfere with all of this. Besides, even the eternal clone was defeated by Dormammu, and I can only let this kind of behavior go. There are countless souls in the multiverse. The soul is but a drop in the ocean.

But what if the God of Earth wanted to do that?

Death does not have any confidence, at least for now there is no confidence to guarantee that the situation is still within their control.

"God? I'm not a god. As for the name, I think you already know it." Liu Yuan said indifferently, and then drank tea on his own.

Facing Liu Yuan's indifference, Death didn't show any displeasure on his face. Instead, he stood up, put his hands on his body and approached Liu Yuan with a smile, "Mr. Liu, can I call you that?"

Liu Yuan raised his head and stared at Death, and the two of them stared at each other like this. The hour hand on the wall was pointing to 1 o'clock, and the sky outside the window seemed to have darkened, giving people an extremely depressing feeling, and the surroundings fell into a strange silence.

"Let's finish the polite words, let's get down to business." The clear voice broke the temporary silence, Liu Yuan picked up the tea and took a sip, and said to Death, his pale black pupils flashed red for a moment.

"Then let's get down to business." Death sat down and put away the smile on his face, as if nothing happened just now.

"Then Mr. Liu, what do you want, or how we should get along with each other." Just at that moment, she gave up that little tentative thought.

"get along?"

Liu Yuan drank the tea, put down the teacup gently, looked at Death and was silent for a while, then slowly said: "How can we get along with each other? Didn't we all live in peace before? As for other things, you don't have to worry about it."

"Unless you have other ideas."

"Then, so be it."

Death breathed a sigh of relief, smiled easily, and then got up to leave, but seemed to remember something, and said to Liu Yuan: "If Mr. Liu wants to do something, we are happy to help."

"I'm not interested. If it's okay, please come back." Liu Yuan waved his hand without thinking, rejecting Death's proposal.

"No delivery."

"It's hard to come here, Mr. Liu won't mind." Death asked tentatively.

Liu Yuan poured tea, cast a noncommittal look at Death, put down the teapot, took a sip from his cup, and said flatly, "Just watch, don't touch."

After finishing speaking, Death turned around and disappeared in a puff of black mist.

Immediately afterwards, a door of secret magic opened at the place where death disappeared, and Gu Yi, who was dressed in orange mage clothes, walked out of the door, with a hint of panic showing on his face.

The first time she saw Liu Yuan who was drinking tea calmly beside the coffee table, her hanging heart was slightly relieved.

With Mr. Liu around, nothing big should happen, Gu Yi thought so, stepped forward and asked: "Liu, what happened just now, I sensed a very powerful energy."

If it is said that Liu Yuan's practice is the energy emitted, then that's fine, but the energy she sensed is indeed full of the breath of death, as if in the next second, the whole earth will be reduced to hell on earth!

"Gu Yi, it's nothing, just that Death came and talked about something." Liu Yuan said with a relaxed face.

Then he poured a cup of tea and handed it to Gu Yidao: "The tea is still hot."

"Death?!" Gu Yi just took the teacup, and when he heard Liu Yuan's words, he almost lost the teacup.

What is the concept of the death of a god? It is a character who can collapse the Milky Way with one breath. If such a boss came to the earth, if Liu Yuan hadn't said it, she would be worried that death would destroy the earth if he didn't care. up.

"What did you guys talk about?" Gu Yi asked after taking a sip of tea to suppress his shock.

"It's a diplomatic issue. The pigeon has an olive branch in its mouth. Don't worry." Liu Yuan smiled and comforted him.

Even though he said so, only he knew that the other party... couldn't be treated as a human being. This was just death thinking that he had lost. In fact, all of this could only be regarded as a tie.

"What do you think, death?" Gu Yi asked, staring at the tea in his cup.

Liu Yuan thought for a while, and concluded: "It's a bit shameless, but it's not right to say that, anyway, it's like that, the rules."