present to the lord

"Human beings are very interesting things." Rick squatted on the periphery of the tennis court and said, "It's not enough, I finally understand why you are looking for that kid." His appearance looks extraordinarily evil, no The eyelids are lined with black around the eyes, and the skin is gray and hard.

Fan Haoran stood aside, ignoring Ruoke, watching the two players on the tennis court swinging their rackets fiercely at each other, the tennis balls whirling back and forth in the air, Ye Shenyue's eyes were bright, and the arm swinging the racket erupted with unimaginable strength .

At this moment, L's always lazy expression turned into a sharp and powerful one, relentlessly fighting back and probing. It is unbelievable that his thin body contains such strength.

"Aliar, hehehehe, tell me, which of the two of them will win in the end?" Liu Ke smiled strangely when he saw Ye Shenyue smash the tennis ball with one shot.

Ye Shenyue's cheerful and gentle smile faded immediately when he turned his back, and he walked out of the tennis court: "Ru Ke, what are you looking at here?" His lips did not move at all, Ya Shen Yue missed the moment when Ru Ke was beside him. asked in a low voice.

"Ah Yue, are you the one who won this time?" Ruk didn't answer the question, but took a last look at the red-robed Death God, turned around and hovered behind Ye Shenyue to follow closely.

"Ah." Ye Shenyue wiped her forehead with a snow-white towel.

Fan Haoran silently watched the back of the young man who wanted to become the God of the New World, only two words in his mind.

【Secondary Two】

Most teenagers are just delusional second graders, but this one is different.Obsessed with absolute justice and a pure world, he has sufficient IQ and determination, and has gained strength because of opportunities.

Then, nothing can stop him from conquering this world.

However, Fan Haoran had a faint sense of vicious restlessness.

L stood not far away with his shoulders hunched, his head tilted slightly, his expressionless face and thick dark circles looked a little ridiculous.

"I'll go out for a while." Fan Haoran said to the boy who stood there and seemed to be waiting, "I really prefer rougher methods." The face under the mask cracked a frivolous smile, and the voice was obvious. pleasure.

After getting along for such a long time, L also noticed that this Grim Reaper seemed unusual. Although he couldn't think of a reason why he came to him, it didn't prevent him from knowing something.

It has something to do with himself and Ye Shenyue.

But what does this Grim Reaper want in the end.

When L received the news from Sakura TV, he frowned.

"L, Sakura TV has received a tape from a person claiming to be Kira, and it has already started playing! A large number of criminals and staff who disagreed with Kira have died!"

The different techniques are so contradictory, the sudden blind attack resulted in targeted death, L put his thumb on his lower lip, and there were gloomy dark circles under his sickly pale skin.

... * ...

A boy with short brown hair is sitting on a chair in front of the desk in the room. The room is dark because the lights are not turned on. The curtains are half open. The moonlight outside the window is beautiful. The silver-blue moonlight shines through a thin layer of glass on the mirror surface. Reflect light.

"Kira...?" Ye Shenyue leaned back on the chair slightly, the pupils of the same hair color are in the dark, the eyes are resolute, and when the corner of the mouth is slightly open, it is a sunny and gentle smile.

"Ah Yue." Ruoke tilted his head abruptly and looked towards the window.

"Huh? What's the matter, Ruke." Ye Shenyue asked softly.

"Hey hey hey, Ah Yue." Death Rick laughed strangely, "A guest is here, Ah Yue."

"Huh? Ruk, what are you talking about?" Ye Shenyue was stunned for a moment, then immediately thought of something, he stood up, and calmly looked at where Ruk was looking, "Is there a god of death coming?" .”

"Ah Yue, you're really smart." Ruoke laughed fiercely, he jumped up to the ceiling excitedly, and hung upside down with an incredible movement, "You're a god of death, Ah Yue."

"So, what did he say, Ruk." Although Ye Shenyue tried his best to feel the death that existed in his room, but in the end he didn't feel it at all, which was a matter of course.

"He said..." Ruoke suddenly stopped.

Ye Shenyue also slowly opened her eyes.

Because in the dark room, in front of the window covered with moonlight, slowly from the air, like a photo soaked in potion, the physical form...

man?

The crimson robe was soaked into dark red by the dark night. The man's face was covered with a slightly curved white bone mask, and his whole body was covered under the robe. In it, strands of black hair leaked out from under the hood.

"This...!" Ye Shenyue was very sure that she didn't touch any pieces of paper, but this god of death showed his body by himself. Could it be that Ruke lied to him?

Or……

This Grim Reaper is special.

"Aliar." Ruk was definitely more impacted than Ye Shenyue, a human being. As a god of death, he knew that certain rules could not be broken, "You..."

It is impossible for the god of death to let people who have not touched the notes or the paper in them see themselves. Without the notebook as a medium, the god of death cannot come.

"Ye Shenyue." The man's magnetic voice was frivolous and reckless, and seemed to have a scrutinizing smile. The voice was very pleasant, and it came out from under the mask.

——"Want to become the god of the new world?"

This tone of voice was obviously flat, but for some reason, Ye Shenyue felt a feeling of being despised and lightly ridiculed.

The young man showed a refreshing smile, that smile was not at all like a young man who could kill without blinking an eye, it was too brisk and innocent, as bright as a real young man.

"I'm Ye Shenyue." He introduced himself very formally, kind and gentle, but with the communication of an adult.

The man raised his foot, took a slow step, and walked towards the boy standing there: "Do you want to become a god?"

The eyes under the mask narrowed viciously slightly: "A human wants to become a god?"

"What, are you going to stop me?" Ye Shenyue couldn't figure out the purpose of this god of death, he stood there without flinching, even though it was a god of death who could see through his name and lifespan at a glance.

Fan Haoran laughed, Ye Shenyue's constricted pupils and stiff back had already explained everything, like a small animal frightened by danger, judging the situation but trying to escape, the appearance of pretending to be calm is really very cute.

"Stop you, no, I just want you to see..."

——“What is the real God.”

With a wave of his hand, he cast an ignore spell on the young man, pulled him forcefully and disappeared in place.

Tasler Prison in Country M.

Reaching a country thousands of miles away in an instant, Ye Shenyue's fingers trembled slightly. The disgusting feeling of squeezing and the fear that seemed to tear him into pieces for a moment made him almost cling to the death temperature. hot arm.

Barely standing upright, the creepy feeling on the skin that was about to be swallowed was quite numb.

"Follow me." Reaper walked towards the layers of monitoring and protective nets, his tall and slender figure followed, and his robe drew mysterious twists and turns behind him.

Ye Shenyue regained her composure after just a moment, he followed lightly behind her, and saw that Death directly penetrated the safety protection layer without any obstacles, so he had no choice but to follow closely.Then I was surprised to find that my body seemed to be liquefied, and I passed through all the obstacles directly.

Fan Haoran entered the 'pig cage' where death row prisoners were held. In a dark space, the floors were arranged in circles upwards. From time to time, painful groans or tragic curses overflowed from the cold iron bars, as well as the laughter of those who succeeded.

All the filth happens in the dark, and the air is so stale it's hard to breathe.

After all, Yue is only a boy in the second year of middle school. He has never had a real sense of killing. To Ye Shenyue, killing is just writing a person's name on a piece of paper.

Childish and fragile dreams.

Fan Haoran raised the Yaodao Cunzheng with one hand, and put it in front of the young man's eyes: "Kill them."

"What, what?" The boy suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Use this knife to kill everyone here." The man raised his hand steadily, silently ordering the boy to accept it.

"Why." Ye Shenyue asked, "Why."

"Why?" The man's deep voice was devoid of any emotion, "Everyone here is a death row prisoner, it's nothing to you who killed hundreds of people. Your righteous and pure world doesn't need such people .”

"Kill them."

"Even so, why should I do it myself? Just write down their names and everything will be solved." The young man smiled freely, completely ignoring the evil knife in front of him.

"because……"

The Grim Reaper smiled lowly, his charming and low body line seemed to make people's heart surge like the intimate whispers in his ears, but what he said made the blood coagulate.

"Because you don't kill them, I will kill you."

The young man clenched his fists suddenly, his expression remained the same, still very calm, as if everything was within his expectations.

"Why, this kind of thing doesn't make the slightest sense." Ye Shenyue was really puzzled, what was the purpose of this god of death.

"Meaning?" The man laughed sarcastically, "You tell me the meaning?"

"Isn't it? Such a futile thing, besides wasting too much energy. There is obviously a simpler way to deal with it." The boy's puzzled eyes are like a obedient student who asks a teacher for advice.

significance?

Ye Shenyue, your meaning is to use the notebook to know your own death, promote the whole plot to the climax, and then make all the people beyond the meaning sigh.

This is what you mean.

But Fan Haoran couldn't tell.

He just laughed contemptuously and frivolously: "Ye Shenyue, do you want to become a god?"

Becoming like me, always floating in multiple dimensions, not allowed to stay...

--god?

"This is what all human beings think about." Ye Shenyue said firmly.

"Then, how about killing all the people here?" The man almost seduced the young man into depravity, "Kill them with your own hands."

"I made you a god."

The boy's heart shook violently, comparable to the power of dropping an atomic bomb.

"Who are you?"

"Is it important?" The man smiled and handed the demon knife up again. The red nails and pale fingers on the black scabbard looked like red plums after snowfall in the night, "Let's make a deal, Ye Shenyue."

"Exchange your human heart for the power to kill."

The moment he saw the young man taking the sword, Fan Haoran immediately felt that the [Human Heart] that had been taken into the trading area was very good, let's go.

Go kill those people with your own hands, and watch their blood spray, the warmth and crimson of life, the beating heart begging for mercy, and the eyes of resentment that never let go.

With the cold sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard, the veins on the back of the boy's hand holding the handle bulged, but the speed at which he drew the knife was neither fast nor slow.

Walking towards the first pig cage with a knife in hand, there was a skinny man inside, shivering nervously in a corner naked, his body was covered with bloody impressions from being bitten out, even in some places The piece of meat had disappeared, and the miserable state was indescribable.

Just looking at it, Ye Shenyue felt nausea and constriction in her throat.

After standing aside for nearly two hours, he finally raised the knife and swung it down.

Hot blood spurted out from the miserable man's neck immediately, like a fountain.

The man let out a shrill cry of pain, and instantly burst into tears, but because of Ye Shenyue's unsteadiness, only half of his neck was cut off, and the other half was connected. The blood that kept spurting out.

The man rolled on the ground in pain, and let out a piercing cry in despair, but the sound made one's bones ache.

Ye Shenyue was frightened and backed away abruptly, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, the handsome young man's face was distorted to the point of being ugly.

The pain and resentment of death when you deprive yourself of life with your own hands is completely incomparable to using a notebook.

He had thrown the Taidao aside at some point, and ran out yelling while rolling and crawling, the man's miserable appearance was still in his mind, the feeling of cutting the neck with the Taidao in his hand made his whole body weak, I even felt that my head was fainting and turning black.

Fan Haoran gently raised his hand, and the dagger that had been thrown aside immediately appeared in his hand.

The man walked over, step by step, and killed the man who was struggling miserably on the verge of death. His head rolled to Ye Shenyue's feet, with a distorted, terrified and resentful expression on his face.

"Go." Once again, he firmly stuffed the sword into Ye Shenyue's hands, feeling his fear and retreat, he chuckled lightly, with a seemingly happy voice, "The next thing is up to you to solve by yourself. "

"Go, for your dream of becoming a god, it is nothing but a trivial matter to die these hundreds of people. You understand, Ah Yue." He even called the boy by his name affectionately, "Go, Ah Yue. "

"Kill them, and you will become the god of the new world."