Looking at Lin Xiaolong with anticipation, he asked with his chin pinched:

"Don't you save her?"

"No, she will not have the days she hopes for even if she lives. Because she has crossed the ordinary line and will never come back."

Lin Xiaolong looked at the God of Death in front of him with an expressionless face. Although Lin Xiaolong did not understand the appearance of the God of Death, he would never be for no reason.

As Lin Xiaolong expected, the ghost of death laughed out loud and said expectantly:

"Lin Xiaolong, you are really good. You won't save anyone brainlessly."

"nature."

Lin Xiaolong understands the meaning of the God of Death. He has the ability to resurrect others. This ability has broken the boundary between life and death. In a sense, it completely breaks the balance of the world, but it is precisely because of this that Lin Xiaolong will not use it at will.

Once this ability is discovered, the world will be in chaos again, comparable to the crisis of the disappearance of the god of death.

"So what's wrong with you?"

Lin Xiaolong looked at the God of Death in front of him blankly. The God of Death would not appear for no reason.

When the God of Death heard Lin Xiaolong's words, he scratched his head and smiled with a little embarrassed look:

"Ah, that's it. I got the potion of life from you before, but it became something I pursued in the circle of Death. I wonder if I can provide it for a long time. You are our old customer, so you have to take care of our Death."

"You are teasing me!? You are God! I am just a human being. Where is the dignity of your God?"

After hearing this, Lin Xiaolong was not feeling well and stared at Death with big eyes. He didn't understand what Death was thinking.

As a result, the god of death broke the can and gave up, and was shameless.

"Dignity? What is that? It was already lost in front of the previous 'death of death'. This is what you said."

“…”

Lin Xiaolong now slapped his face, feeling like he was holding a stone to hit his own feet.

"Oh, okay. What do you want to exchange for?"

"Tell me. Anyway, we, the god of death, have nothing to do with the living. At worst, how can we treat you preferentially after you die?"

"Damn, are you trying to make money by yourself? No! Absolutely not! I am still alive and will never die!"

Lin Xiaolong couldn't stand it and looked at the God of Death. He couldn't control it.

I don’t know where the death of the god of death has been thrown away.

Seeing Lin Xiaolong say this, Death said seriously:

"It's definitely not just thinking about it. I'm a serious wolf."

"The demon looks at the sword!"

Swish!

Screaming the earth, the little dragon of the little dragon drew out the Eternal Sky Descent Sword and made a knife.

The light-attributed Holy Sword directly scared the God of Death and hurriedly dodged. He ran and shouted:

"Lin Xiaolong! You guy actually have a light-type holy sword. Don't you know that although this thing will not die when we cut off our God of Death, it will hurt!"

"Oh huh huh huh, I remembered it after saying that. You Death said in fear of pain, come on...just one moment, just one moment!"

Seeing the God of Death fleeing, Lin Xiaolong laughed madly. He held the holy sword and chased the God of Death. This scene was definitely something that no one could ever dream of.

Humans chase the god of death and chop.

In this way, Lin Xiaolong ran away with the God of Death. The God of Death had no choice but to hide, leaving Lin Xiaolong with no choice.

This prevented Lin Xiaolong from being crazy.

Later, Death and Lin Xiaolong sat in the cemetery again and talked about the ulterior motives.

"Or we will prolong your life! One bottle a year?"

The god of death looked at Lin Xiaolong helplessly and said with his chin and pinched his chips.

Lin Xiaolong said crazy about this:

"It's a big deal to prolong my life. It's okay for people of my strength to live for as long as they want. Tell me how long they live now?"

"A bottle of potion."

"Stingy, give it."

"Well, let's take a look. Lin Xiaolong's lifespan is still 3,456 years, March 6 days, ten hours, fifty and thirty seconds... twenty-nine seconds... twenty-eight seconds."

"Don't count. I already know. Then there is no need for me to prolong my life! I will use it for more than three thousand years before talking about it."

Lin Xiaolongtou once felt that his life span was a bit long. However, Lin Xiaolong thought of others and couldn't help but ask:

"Let's not talk about my life span, can I help others prolong their lifespan?"

The God of Death floating in the air heard Lin Xiaolong's words and said with a smile:

"Yes. Two bottles a year."

"Why has the price increased??"

Lin Xiaolong looked at the God of Death in front of him in a mess in the wind, feeling that the price made people feel unscientific.

At this, Death spread his hands and smiled:

"We will not agree to the handling fee if we know that others will prolong your life. You are taking special care of it. It would be great if you can prolong your life. And you also need to help others prolong your life. You should understand how much we take care of you."

The handling fee...the subtle word.

"Okay. I can barely accept it. Then if it's just like that, I don't need to prolong my life now."

Lin Xiaolong said with sigh. Looking at the God of Death in front of him, he felt powerless.

Hearing this, Death was reluctant at the moment.

Watching Lin Xiaolong call:

"No! I must trade more than ten bottles today before I will be satisfied, otherwise you won't want to leave!"

"Hey! You're selling it forcibly!"

Lin Xiaolong was powerless to complain when he saw the God of Death so unruly. However, the God of Death in front of him looked at Lin Xiaolong seriously and said:

"Hmm! That's right, I'm a serious and forced seller!"

“…”

Looking at the serious appearance of the God of Death, Lin Xiaolong was already powerless.

He sighed and looked at the serious god of death in front of him and asked weakly:

"Well, you have to give me a list of what you sell. I know what can be replaced and what can't be replaced."

"I've said it earlier, I'll be ready."

Death said as he took out a list from his cloak and handed it to Lin Xiaolong. His movements simply showed the standard of unity between humans and lowly.

"Your sister! Why didn't you take it out early after having sex for so long?"

The crazy Lin Xiaolong grabbed the list and looked at the list in pain. He found something unexpected. He didn't expect that the God of Death could still exchange magic and skills.

"Damn. Are you all the Death God system? You even have magic and skills to change!?"

The more I looked at it, the more incredible it became. Lin Xiaolong couldn't help but complain.

However, the God of Death could not understand the identity Lin Xiaolong said. But the meaning was still understandable.

"Skills and magic are things that cannot be dissipated for a long time after the strong people die. We, the god of death, cannot use it. So we have been collecting it. By the way, I will tell you one thing."

As he said that, the God of Death approached Lin Xiaolong's ear carefully and whispered:

"The bottle of life potion was previously received unanimous praise in the circle of Death. You can exchange a bunch of things that Death cannot use in the Death warehouse, but you know the price."

When Lin Xiaolong heard the appearance of the unscrupulous businessman, he sighed:

"Is your God of Death changing so much? I used to feel stupid, but now I have become a profiteer!?"

"Haha, you don't know this. After the 'Death of Death', we, the God of Death, agreed to learn the habits of living people. After research, we found that my current personality will make you feel intimate. Of course, if you are not satisfied, I can change my personality, which is not as good as others."

The explanation of the God of Death made Lin Xiaolong messy in the wind again. But he immediately said:

"Please make sure I customize a woman with a wife!"

"Sorry, there is no such service. Besides, I am the god of death, how can I have the ability to create a living?"

The God of Death denied Lin Xiaolong's request without hesitation, which immediately made Lin Xiaolong burst into tears and clenched his fists and complained:

"This can't be done, what's the point of asking for you!"

But then again, Lin Xiaolong began to care.

There are only a hundred bottles of life potions on your body. You should know that your skills rarely happen to eat potions on your body.

One hundred bottles...

Lin Xiaolong looked at the list in his hand with emotion and asked in confusion:
To be continued...