The days of living with the god of death

Zhou Ming stood there blankly, and suddenly felt that everything made sense.Why is the god of death very lucky, because the other party can arrange their fate at will!Everything is under the control of the other party!If you want to win the lottery, you can win the lottery, and if you think of any accidents, you can have any accidents!

"So you actually arranged everything." Zhou Ming recalled the tragic death of those four people, "You still told me that you didn't kill those people!"

"You mean that thief?" The god of death realized after recalling for a while, "I didn't kill him, I said, it's just an arrangement of fate."

"You also said that you are destiny." Zhou Ming felt that this guy was either pretending to be stupid, or there was something missing in his mind.

"I control fate, but I don't arrange fate." Death picks the words seriously, "I just let what should happen happen. They deserve to die, so they die, that's all."

"What do you mean by what should happen? How do you know what should happen?" Zhou Ming remembered that the God of Death said that the thief's lifespan is still decades away, and the blond beauty also said that he should have died in a car accident.It seems that for these strange existences, everyone's fate is predetermined.

"I just... know." Reaper spread his hands. "It's like sometimes I think, 'Ah, today is a good day to eat baked apples~' There is no reason, it's just a thought."

"So fate is actually your whim, right?!" Zhou Mingsen felt that he was really unlucky, why did he live in a universe where fate was all dependent on a foodie's brain?

"No, you misunderstood." It was the blonde beauty who spoke this time. "Fate is just the optimal solution of the universe."

"I don't understand." Zhou Ming felt his head getting bigger and bigger when he heard what these two people said.

"The god of death is the embodiment of the rules of fate in the world." The woman poked the gun with her finger, looking lazy and casual. "The self-evolution of this universe determines when a person is born, when he dies, and what he will experience in life. This set of rules, its personality expression, is the god of death. At least for him, he does not make decision, he just carries it out."

"Look, that's what I said. I just do things according to the arrangement of fate." The god of death looked at Zhou Ming innocently.

"Or to explain it in a language familiar to you humans, there is only one god of death in the universe—"

Before the blond beauty finished speaking, Zhou Ming couldn't help interrupting her, "This guy told me that there are countless gods of death, and that they have birth and death. Is he lying to me?"

"I didn't lie to you." The God of Death shouted a little unconvinced.

"He was right. There are indeed many gods of death working diligently, of course not including this one." The blonde beauty aimed a gun at the god of death, blocking all the other's complaints, leaving only one " I'm also at work" with sad eyes. "But these Grim Reapers are all split personalities of the same person."

"Huh?" Zhou Ming was dumbfounded.

"The split personalities of these gods of death share the same subconscious mind, which is the will of the universe. The will of the universe determines the fate of every living being, not only human beings. But they also have their own independent consciousness, so for each god of death, the world They all have a lot of their own kind. And their independent consciousness will make them do a lot of inexplicable behaviors." The blond beauty flipped the insurance of the gun and made a click, "For example, let you survive."

"Why did you do this?" Zhou Ming stared blankly at the god of death, "Why me?"

"There is no reason." The god of death crossed his arms, with a natural attitude, "I just had a sudden idea, why do I arrange for someone to die every time I think they should die? If I arrange for them to live, it will How? Of course I didn’t know there would be such a bad consequence, and being bound to this annoying human every day would make him dislike me. But anyway, I know the answer.”

"I think you're enjoying it." Zhou Ming gritted his teeth, who was entangled in him just now like an octopus?

"I enjoy human life very much." Reaper said very bachelorly, "I don't need to work, it is indeed very pleasant."

"You are enjoying the privilege of fate!" If there was a table in front of him, Zhou Ming would definitely overturn it without hesitation! "Human life is not like yours, okay?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter, as long as I enjoy it very much." Death waved his hands meaninglessly.

Sure enough, he is a bastard who only has his own mind!

"Believe me, he's not the first Grim Reaper to convulse." The blond beauty brought the topic back up again, "That's why I exist, to correct this accident."

"Who are you?" There was a sexy stunner holding a gun standing in the middle of the road, but no man looked here for a long time, so Zhou Ming knew that this woman was definitely not alive.

"The underworld's special agents." Reaper pursed his lips, as if he was very unwilling to deal with the other party. "Every time the underworld wants to shift the responsibility to the human world, they will be sent here."

"You really caused the trouble this time." The blond beauty was completely unmoved, "I will interrupt the wrong connection between you and this human being, and you can go to work normally."

"Then what about me?" Zhou Ming asked stupidly, he always felt that this was not a good thing.

"Of course I'm going to die again." The blond beauty said solemnly, "There will probably be another car accident."

"Then I will harvest your soul." Reaper put his hands in his pockets and said sullenly.

"..." Zhou Ming moved his eyes back and forth between these two guys, and after making sure that they were not joking, he suddenly jumped up and hugged the god of death, "I don't want to die! I have just started to marry Bai Fumei, become a CEO, on the right track to the pinnacle of life!"

"Who is the octopus now?" The God of Death moaned and poked Zhou Ming's arm.

"That's not your destiny." The blond beauty fiddled with her long hair, "You were destined to be an unknown person, living an ordinary life, and then at the age of 20, everything stopped abruptly."

"But my fate has changed now, hasn't it?" Zhou Ming wrapped his arms around the god of death tightly and did not let go. "I am no longer that ordinary college student who died violently."

"You are right, but this is not the optimal solution of the universe, so I need to get everything back on track." The blond beauty impatiently waved her gun, "Get out of the way, don't hinder my work."

Can't the other party hurt themselves?That's right, he was destined to die in a car accident, and killing him here is not the best solution for the universe.After realizing this, Zhou Ming stood in front of the god of death even more firmly, his neck was bent, "If you want to kill, kill me first!"

Heh heh heh, this is called obsessive-compulsive disorder!

The blond beauty put down her gun and let out a long sigh, "Can you stop being self-willed?"

If I am not self-willed, can I still suffer death obediently?Zhou Ming cursed in his heart, and wrapped his hands and feet around the god of death.

"I'm not willful." Death patted Zhou Ming's back, "I quite like this kind of life."

Feelings are not talking to him.Zhou Ming lay on the shoulder of the god of death with tears streaming down his face. Sure enough, one of the three major illusions in life is that beautiful women are talking to him.

"This universe needs to maintain its order." The blonde beauty said firmly.

"How much influence can a useless ordinary person like him have on the universe?" Death hissed disdainfully, "As for me, I have another hundred and six thousand personalities to take over my job, so let me What if I take a vacation?"

"What?! How much personality do you have?" Zhou Ming let go of his hand all of a sudden, and asked in shock.

"Ah, just pretend you didn't hear." Death scratched his hair, "I'm just talking nonsense."

No!This question is serious, okay?He doesn't want to meet a guy who looks exactly the same on the road one day and say hello to him: Hi, I'm the 10923rd personality of Death.Scary to death, okay?

"boom--!"

With a gunshot, Zhou Ming, whose mind was in a mess, crouched reflexively with his head in his arms, and saw a bullet with a milky white tail flame hit the shoulder of Reaper. The powerful impact made the opponent back several steps in succession. He covered his wound in pain.

"Didn't you say that no one can defeat the god of death?" Zhou Ming stared dumbfounded at the god of death who was half kneeling on the ground, unable to straighten up in pain.

"This guy is not human either!" Death God immediately pushed back.

"I belong to Hades, and I manage the part after death. Death only cares about the part from birth to death. His control over fate has no effect on me." The blond beauty turned the bullet and pointed the gun at Death again.

"Why did you treat him like this?" Zhou Ming hurriedly stood in front of Death. "You said you want to cut off the connection between me and him. Is this the only way? By hurting him?"

"Are you kidding me?" The blond beauty sneered indistinctly, "He will heal on his own. I'll just break him up."

"It will take a long time to attack me with such a small bullet that is not powerful enough." Reaper was sweating coldly, and spoke with difficulty.

"What you said makes sense." The woman thought about it for a while, and really stuffed the penis back into her bag, and then took out a big, slender thing——

Bazooka.

"Hey, hey! What kind of bag is that?" Zhou Ming was sweating all over the ground.

No, it seems that the focus is wrong somewhere.

The blond beauty carried the bazooka on her shoulder, aimed at a dozen, and aimed at them again, "Is it powerful enough this time?"