The days of living with the god of death

"The first thing you need to know is... now you can also teleport." They were standing on the side of the road in front of the school, and Reaper was helping Zhou Ming learn some basic knowledge of Reaper trainees. "Think about where you're going, and you'll get there. Now try teleporting across the road."

"It's easy!" Zhou Ming waved his hand, staring intently at a spot across the road, "Let's go!"

At this time, a bus suddenly broke into his field of vision, and Zhou Ming appeared in front of the windshield of the bus in an instant, and he was knocked into the air with just a chirping sound.

"I hate teleportation!" Zhou Ming, who was thrown far away in the air, burst into tears.

"Pfft." The god of death teleported to Zhou Ming lightly, looked at his miserable appearance, and tilted his head interestingly, "Let me take you to teleport."

"Can you still carry it?" Zhou Ming, who was hanging on the branch, was already unable to struggle.

"Because we can't be five steps away from each other, so as long as I teleport away, you will naturally follow." Death explained.

"Okay." Zhou Ming waved his limbs, "At least get me off this tree first."

With a puff, the god of death disappeared from Zhou Ming's eyes again.

Before he could react, the surrounding scene suddenly changed. Zhou Ming looked around, um, there was nothing.

No trees, no cars, no pedestrians, not even land.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—————————————!"

"Are you happy?" Reaper put his arms behind his head, crossed his legs, and fell with him in a comfortable posture as if lying on a Hawaiian beach. "We are now at an altitude of 5000 meters."

"Ahhhhhhhhh—!" Zhou Ming couldn't say anything except this sentence.

"Don't be so nervous." Death moved over and grabbed his dancing limbs, "Relax and enjoy the process of falling."

"Fuck, I'm about to fall to my death!" If it wasn't for the strong wind when he fell, Zhou Ming would have burst into tears.

"You won't die." The god of death said patiently, "Look, you were hit by a car just now and nothing happened."

"Even if I don't die, I don't want to experience the feeling of being hit to death, being dropped to death, or being sliced ​​in half by an airplane every day!" Zhou Ming was about to collapse!

"Even if you're going to get hurt, the plane won't cut you in half with a whiff, it'll just smash you into a pulp." Reaper corrected.

"So why on earth are we staying in the air!" Zhou Ming couldn't help but hugged the Grim Reaper tightly, like a person who fell into the water tightly hugging the driftwood in his hand, and his legs were also wrapped around it.

"You can practice teleportation here without worrying about bumping into flowers and plants." Death patted him on the back tenderly. "We're over the Pacific and not on an international flight, so you don't have to worry about hitting the plane."

"Let me vomit for a while first." Zhou Ming wanted to cry, but it turned out that being the god of death is not an easy job. "That's how you learned to teleport back then?"

"If I don't learn it, I will." The god of death said lightly.

"I hate you..." Looking at the clouds below, Zhou Ming could only grit his teeth and start the teleportation practice in grief.

After being about to fall to his death on the sea level countless times, and being carried back several thousand meters into the air by the god of death, Zhou Ming finally mastered the basic skills of teleportation. At least he can move himself up now.

"You see, after mastering the basic skills, you can try more tricks." Death put his arms around Zhou Ming's waist, and the two rolled between the clouds, "For example, teleport with speed, and choose any speed direction. "

Almost in the blink of an eye, the god of death turned the falling speed to the opposite direction.

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.com.When the speed completely disappeared and reached a relative stillness, the Grim Reaper held his body and turned over lightly, and they began to fall again.

"I feel like I'm being pushed down by you who weigh a thousand pounds." With his back facing the sea, Zhou Ming felt much better, at least not so dizzy, even lying on the air, feeling The experience of buoyancy under the air pressure also gave him a vague sense of wonderful pleasure.

"Try gliding now." When they fell to a certain speed, Death took him to teleport again, but this time they flew out sideways.

"This is cool!" Zhou Ming stretched his limbs and made his sportswear form a thin wing membrane. The wind lifted him up a little bit, but overall he was still falling.

"Or something more interesting..." The god of death suddenly tripped him, and before Zhou Ming realized what happened, he spun and flew out.

"Be careful, I'll spit you all over!" Zhou Ming turned dizzy, and couldn't use his strength to stabilize his figure at all.

"Do you want to slow down?" The god of death snapped his fingers, and Zhou Ming felt as if everything was presented in slow motion. The speed of falling and spinning slowed down. The other party held his hand and hugged His waist, like a waltz in the air.

"It's a pity that I can't dance." The god of death stepped on Zhou Ming's instep clumsily. "But it's okay to be casual, isn't it?"

They landed near a film and television city scenic spot. Flying was much more tiring than running, and Zhou Ming's legs were still a little weak when he stood on the ground.

"I have to find a place to sit." He held his knees, feeling his legs trembling.

Looking around for a while, Zhou Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, "I want to sit in that chair!"

He pointed to the dragon chair in the palace and said.

"Go." Death shrugged, as if he didn't feel anything wrong.

"It's boring to sit on the dragon chair dressed like this." Zhou Ming chuckled, "Shall we change clothes?"

"Us?" Death gave him a puzzled look.

Half an hour later, Zhou Ming was wearing a dragon robe that didn't fit at all, sitting crookedly on the dragon chair, looking at the empty hall and howling, "My concubine, come and sleep with me!"

"Why do I have to wear such strange clothes?" Death God came up with a long skirt dragging his head full of jewels.

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha!" Zhou Ming laughed so hard that he hadn't realized before that the other party's facial features were quite delicate, and they belonged to the type where wearing women's clothes would bring out the delicate eyebrows and eyes even more.And the god of death didn't seem to mind Zhou Ming's various troubles, but it made him have more wicked thoughts.

"Also, what does serving the bed mean?" The god of death stood beside the dragon chair, narrowing his eyes, as if he had sensed Zhou Ming's full of malice.

"Well...that's..." Zhou Ming blushed. Although they had been living together without any shame, he couldn't say it directly, "It's what you said last time. Use a fiery big stick to help me solve my physical problems... Ah no!"

He stopped suddenly, the sentence seemed to be ambiguous.

It sounded like he was courting... He just wanted to vividly explain to the other party the meaning of the word "sleeping"!

"I understand." The god of death smiled, picked up Zhou Ming's thigh and forcibly lifted it up, and pressed it to his chest, "It is a concubine's happiness to sleep with His Majesty."

"Hey." Zhou Ming's whole posture is wrong, this guy has adapted too quickly, right?

In a few hours...

Zhou Ming limped out of the hall with his waist supported, went to the souvenir shop outside, took out a postcard, and wrote on the back:

"to Ke Zheng:

My beloved concubine fucked me on the dragon chair! "