Death knocked on the gate of hell

When he first opened the document, Yan Luo thought it was a documentary literature, and at the beginning, the little Death God moved into the apartment and lived with him.

He ordered his subordinates to learn more about Thanatos as much as possible, and to establish a good relationship with the god of death. Granny Meng did her duty and wrote such a long observation diary.This work attitude is commendable.

However, the more he looked down, the more Yan Luo felt something was wrong.

Why did he push the little god of death to the corner and kiss him?Still can't breathe?This is not realistic at all, and the little Reaper doesn't need to breathe.No, it's already out of reality since the corner kiss.

When did he take off the black robe of Little Death in the bedroom and did him like that?And in various places such as stairs, bathtubs and balconies?He still doesn't know what the little Death God looks like under the black robe.

How could he be so bad that the little Death God would cry and beg for mercy and not let him go?When the little god of death cried, he went straight to Liushen Wuzhu and tried his best to comfort him, okay?

What is this written about?He couldn't bear to read the whole story of rumors and nonsense, which was simply ruining his reputation and tarnishing the innocence of Little Death.

As soon as Yan Luo closed the file, his cheeks turned red and hot, maybe he was angry, or maybe there were other inexplicable emotions mixed in.

He treats the little god of death like a younger brother, what are these subordinates doing, it's really upside down.

Yan Luosheng smiled angrily, tapped the keyboard with his fingers, and typed out a line: What evaluation do you want?

The group was silent for as long as a century.

Granny Meng withdrew a message.

Granny Meng withdrew a message.

Granny Meng withdrew a message.

Po Meng has withdrawn from the group chat.

Does the Greek Underworld still accept employees?She wants to change to work in the god department, she can't stay in this place anymore.

Meng Wan quit the group, but didn't delete Yan Luo's friend, how dare she delete her boss' friend.

Yan Luo chatted with her directly: If you don't add it back within three seconds, your salary in this life will be gone.

A second later, Po Meng joined the group chat.

Yan Luo: Why don't you dare to speak?Aren't they quite courageous?The king knew that you had started a private group to criticize the king, so he wanted to turn a blind eye to it, but he didn't expect that you would get together and care about such things.

Yan Luo: The king and the god of death are innocent, and if you think about these things, you will all go to hell to think about your mistakes.This year's year-end awards have been cancelled.

No one dared to say anything.

After a long while, Zhong Kui finally asked the question on behalf of the public: Is it canceling Po Meng's year-end award?

Yan Luo said coldly: All of them.Meng Po canceled for two years.

Meng Wan's operation was obviously sent to the wrong group, saying that other people didn't know and didn't believe it, and none of the subordinates in that group could escape.

There was a moment of mourning in the group, but none dared to refute.After all, when Po Meng said she was going to write fanfiction, none of them stopped them, but instead urged them even more vigorously.

After dealing with this group of uneasy subordinates, Yan Luo turned off his phone with a cold face, and planned to go upstairs and go back to bed.

However, when Yan Luo stepped on the unremarkable stairs in the past, a lively scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

In that document, he walked from the first floor to the fourth floor with the little god of death in his arms. Every time he took a step, the little god of death would lean on his shoulder and pant lightly, tears streaming down the steps, wet the steps.It was just a winding staircase to the fourth floor, but it was so long that it seemed that there was no end to it.

"..." Yan Luo's steps were suddenly as heavy as a thousand weights, and he also felt that the stairs were infinitely extended.

After finally reaching the fourth floor, Yan Luo looked under him in disbelief.

... He went up the stairs and hardened himself.

Blush suddenly appeared on his white and indifferent face, Yan Luo didn't dare to look at the bedroom door that Thanatos had closed, and even didn't dare to look at the corner of the living room - that would remind him of him pressing the little Death God against the corner to kiss.

Yan Luo quickly opened the door of his room, went to bed to cover his body with the quilt, and closed his eyes to calm himself down.He has always been pure-hearted and ascetic, and has never even committed self-blasphemy, so he really lived like a Bodhisattva.Now that he has a reaction, he is not going to solve it by hand, but just waits for himself to calm down.

However... a staircase can be tricked by Meng Wan, especially in the bedroom.Yan Luo closed his eyes and concentrated, but there were more indescribable scenes in his mind.

Not only did it not subside, but it became even more uncomfortable.

Yan Luo opened his eyes expressionlessly, got out of bed and walked into the bedroom, preparing to take a cold shower for himself.

The cold water was really effective, Yan Wangye felt that Yan Erye was no longer noisy, and stepped out of the shower room with long legs.He raised his eyes halfway, and was wiping his half-wet long hair in front of the mirror. When he saw the bathtub behind him in the mirror, he stopped suddenly.

Mirrors and bathtubs are also play written in the article.

Once there was an association, Erye Yan became restless again.

Yan Luo looked down, calmly dropped the towel, and re-entered the shower.

The shower just now was a waste of time.

After several cold showers, Yan Luo walked out of the bathroom, not daring to go to bed again, for fear of remembering those indescribable things in bed again.With his long hair loose and wearing only a thin jacket, he decided to go to the balcony to enjoy the cold wind.

There are dark clouds and a bright moon outside the window, the night is getting dark, and the evening breeze is slightly cool.

Yan Luo stood by the railing, his blue hair was blown by the wind, his white clothes and black hair were as light as moonlight, like a fairy who could ride the wind back at any time.

However, while he was holding onto the railing, what he was thinking was that he was pressing the little Reaper on the railing, and the little Reaper was half-hanging in the air, afraid of falling, so he hugged his neck tightly in fear...

Yes, this is the balcony play written by Meng Wan.

Meng Wan is also a genius, she didn't miss a single scene.

Now Yan Luo couldn't look directly at any place in the apartment.

Yan Luo gave up resisting, went back indoors, got on the bed and covered the quilt, a tangle flashed across his cold and picturesque brows, and resignedly put his hand into the quilt.

……

After washing his hands, Yan Luo lay down on the bed as if exhausted, allowing himself to fall asleep.

He rarely dreams. As a powerful god, he occasionally dreams, and all he dreams are prophetic dreams.

But this night, he had many dreams of boundless spring.

The boy in the dream had straight and slender legs, and a white and slender wrist.The fingers were slender and beautiful, and the whole hand was so small that it could be completely wrapped by his palm.He couldn't see the boy's eyebrows and eyes clearly, but he heard the broken and moving tone from the throat that always whispered softly, so he raised the boy's chin and kissed the red lips...

When he woke up in the morning and saw the sheets that needed to be changed, Yan Luo had no accidents.

And he's still tough.

Yan Luo lowered his eyes and began to think about why things were like this.

He had never seen the appearance of the little god of death, and the boy's face in the dream was also blurred, but he confirmed that the one he dreamed of was the little god of death.

Is this foreknowledge, or pure delusion?

Yan Luo was a little confused.

Before seeing the document sent by Granny Meng last night, he had always regarded Little Death as his younger brother, or in other words, he thought he had always regarded Little Death as his younger brother, and never thought about it in other ways.

Yan Luo has never experienced love, and he does not believe that he will encounter love.His concern for Thanatos is only out of his interest in the Western God of Hades.After learning about the knot in the heart of the little death god, he felt sympathy for the same sick, and couldn't help but want to enlighten and comfort him.In the process of getting along, he felt that the little death god was very kind and cute.

He is a younger brother who is worthy of his distress, and he can't help but give him more love.

But... would the elder brother want to sleep with the younger brother?

A gentleman is open and honest, Yan Luo has always been upright, and never knows that he is a villain.His subordinate Luan Lalang writes fanfiction, he is lax at best, but he actually blasphemed the little god of death in his dream after reading the article, he can be called an asshole.

Yan Luo has been a gentleman for a long time, and even dreaming of such a thing feels disrespectful to Thanatos.

and……

Looking at Erye Yan who was still not calm, Yan Luo rubbed the center of his brows, even though he knew his mistakes mentally, his body would never repent.

Why didn't I have any unreasonable thoughts about the little god of death before, but I had a dream last night?

After thinking about it, Yan Luo felt that it was all the fault of Meng Wan's fanfiction.

Yan Luo, like Thanatos, has the ability of photographic memory.Even though he had only skimmed through the [-]-character long text, every word was deeply imprinted in his mind.Meng Wan's writing is good, the words are very graphic, and they are the protagonists of the story, which gives Yan Luo a strong sense of substitution.After reading the relevant text, it seems understandable to associate with this.

It's just infected by words.Meng Wan wrote a h article about him and the little god of death, and it was only when he dreamed that he and the little god of death were inseparable.If Meng Wan was writing about him and others, maybe what he dreamed about wasn't Little Reaper.

In order to verify this conjecture, Yan Luo turned on his phone and sent a message to Meng Wan.

Yan Luo: I will give you a task. If you complete it, you will be rewarded with a one-year year-end bonus.

Granny Meng: Yes!What orders does His Highness Hades have?

Yan Luo: Write another article like last night.

Meng Po: His Royal Highness, you...

Meng Wan was shocked.His Highness Yan Wang is really a coward. While chasing them angrily in the group, he chatted privately about her wanting more output.Tsk tsk tsk, if you say that you have nothing to do with the god of death, who would believe it...

Before Meng Wan could show her aunt's smile, Yan Luo's next message came.

Yan Luo: The other protagonist is replaced by the four major judges, and I will write them all again.

Several more control groups are needed to ensure the accuracy of the experimental results.In Yan Luo's eyes, the four judges are all tool gods.

Granny Meng:? ? ?

Meng Po: You mean, the protagonist is about you and Cui Jue?

Yan Luo: Yes.

Granny Meng: ...

Yan Luo: Is there a problem?

Meng Po: ...No problem, just wait a moment, I will write right away.

Meng Wan's expression was blank for a moment, and she put on a mask of pain.

I didn't expect His Highness Hades to be this kind of god, he is not a coward, but a pervert, he doesn't let any of the four weeds go unnoticed, he is still a stallion attacking!

How can such a playful His Majesty the King of Hades be worthy of the pure and innocent Death God?

The cp she was eating was completely bee, and Meng Wan felt very uncomfortable.From now on, she will only be a fan of His Highness Hades' career and a fan of Death God's mother, and these two gods will be unbound in her heart from then on.

Uncomfortable but uncomfortable, under the temptation of the year-end bonus, Meng Wan quickly sent the text in half an hour.

Yan Luo clicked on it, and read it carefully and calmly with a scientific attitude. He studied every line word by word, and he didn't feel like he was blushing yesterday when he read the text with Little Reaper and didn't dare to read it carefully.

Seeing him pressing Cui Jue against the corner to kiss, Yan Luo was expressionless.

Seeing him and Lu Zhidao confiding in each other, Yan Luo slowly frowned.

Seeing him and Wei Zheng making a vow to each other, Yan Luo felt a little sick to his stomach.

Seeing him and Zhong Kui go to Wushan to cloud and rain, Yan Luo withered directly.

Yan Luo held back the pain, and replaced all those names with Thanatos with one click.

It looks more comfortable now.

The sluggish Erye Yan regained his spirits.

Her heartbeat also gradually accelerated, and the familiar rosy hotness climbed up her cheeks again.

What made him blush and heartbeat was not the ambiguous and explicit words, but the name of Thanatos.

Yan Luo's self-control has always been strong.He has lived for tens of thousands of years, and his heart has long been calm. If he didn't have that intention at all, how could he be chaotic because of some words.

Rather, those words evoked the deepest desire in his heart.

Yan Luo closed his eyes and leaned against the head of the bed, remained silent for a long time, and then let out a chuckle abruptly.

In the future, he might be able to say with confidence that he doesn't look at faces when looking for a partner.

After all, he doesn't even know what the other person looks like.

I fell in love with it.