His hair was gray, and the wrinkles on his face were like chasms.

Originally, it was tall and big, with a fat bear-like body, and it was as straight as a pine and cypress. And now the back is a little crooked, slightly rickety.

"It's you!" Hienin blinked several times, and really didn't recognize it.

The robber yelled at her, his hoarse voice and cloudy eyes without any youthful vitality: "What kind of magic did you cast on me to make me like this." ”

"It's not me who made you like this, it's yourself." Xining is still sitting with a coffee cup, this kind of French court dress is cumbersome to wear, and it is troublesome to walk, and she is too lazy to move.

She reminded: "You signed for ten years, then twenty years, and thirty years of life have been gone." You don't pay attention to maintenance, and the current appearance is the appearance of fifty or sixty years old, yes! ”

The robbery was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "I don't know if it's really exchanging my life for money, I don't want to remove twenty years, replace it with ...... Five years. ”

knew that it was his life, and when he saw his old appearance, he regretted his life. There are 600,000 in five years, and they are in their 40s, which is still acceptable.

"Sorry, once the contract is signed, it will not be refunded or exchanged." Xining pursed her lips, thinking that the underworld was fake.

The robber took out his pistol and pointed at her with a trembling hand: "It must be changed!" "This time his hands are shaking not because he is nervous, but because he is old.

Xining slowly put the coffee cup next to her, picked up the black bamboo bone fan, and sat there, just like the nobles in the palace of Versailles with the oil paintings of court figures.

I opened the fan carved with a delicate hollow pattern, and fanned it gently, and the corset was a little hot. Slowly, the words are clear: "I said it, once the contract is signed, it will not be refunded or exchanged." Put away the gun, otherwise the penalty for breach is severe. ”

"Did you hear it, I want to change!" The robber was still holding a gun and spitting stars in his mouth. The old ones are old, what is the use of the five million that they have exchanged for twenty years, they must be exchanged.

This person who speaks of a democratic and free country is so willful, and most of them live as casually as a child. But in front of the Ossians, stupidity comes at a price.

Xining was still fanning her fan slowly.

This desperate and vicious fellow, his red eyes suddenly turned to the side, and his cloudy eyes showed a frightened gaze.

At the coffee table, a huge black figure appeared silently at some point, wearing a pitch-black cloak, a low-pressed hat, and holding a huge black scythe in his hand. The curved tip of the scythe glowed with silver, one can imagine how sharp it was.

He slowly raised his head, and underneath his hat was a pale skeletal face......

Death, is the Grim Reaper!

The contract says that if you regret it, you will die immediately!

Xining sat there, fanning her fan leisurely: "Don't let him die in my shop." ”

"Ah~~~~" The robber was so frightened that he turned around and grabbed the door, screaming hoarsely, all the way away.

Xining tilted her head slightly and raised her eyebrows, in the end, it is the great god, the great god is out of the horse, one top two. Didn't speak, just standing there, the problem was solved.

"Don't worry, he'll die on the street." Unlike his gloomy appearance, the voice of the Grim Reaper is pleasant to hear.

Death set the scythe aside and sat down on the other side of the coffee table, lifting his hat to reveal a skeletal face.

Xining picked up the coffee pot, poured a cup of coffee, and slowly pushed it in front of the grim reaper: "I don't feel tired when I always dress like this." ”

The Grim Reaper took off the skull mask, revealing a fair and handsome face, as the elder brother of the God of Sleep and a member of the Protoss, his appearance is basically not bad. Except for the fact that the Vulcan is crooked.

"I can't help it, I have to keep up with the times. The human beings of this place are already familiar with this image, so they don't have to explain it. Death added concentrated milk to the coffee, picked up a small spoon and stirred: "Even Hades has shaved his beard." ”

Hades used to be the same as Zeus and Aquaman, and the three brothers all had thick beards.

Xining thought for a while: "Well, Hades still looks good with a shaved beard." ”

"Even if you shave, you can't restore your heart after the dead." The Grim Reaper took a sip of coffee, picked up another piece of butter cookie and took a bite: "Well, it's delicious." Hades brought some back last time and divided a piece of me, I was reluctant to eat fast, rubbing my teeth to feel the taste, grinding my teeth for a long time. ”

If there is a default, the Grim Reaper will come later. Looking at it again, it looks very handsome, and it is also pleasing to the eye. Xining stood up very happily: "I'll help you make ten catties now, and you can take it back." ”

It was very unexpected, the Grim Reaper, who originally only wanted a small packet, raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath, did this little god take a fancy to him: "Ahem...... thank you." ”

Xining went upstairs to change into a simple outfit, put on a bib when she went downstairs, and after washing her hands, she began to knead the dough, really making a small snack for the Grim Reaper.

The Grim Reaper sat there, sipping cookies and coffee.

Porridge cautiously approached the Grim Reaper, and when the Grim Reaper saw it, he picked it up, put it on his lap, and touched it gently.

The shop is filled with soft music and the aroma of baked sweets. It feels calm and homely.

The baked lanyue butter biscuits were baked, and Hiening poured them into an iron pan to cool. I put the grinder with the fruit cake in the baking tray and stuffed it into the oven.

It was the last plate, and she wiped her hands, took off her bib, took some cooled seaweed cookies, and walked over to the coffee table. Seeing the Grim Reaper sitting there petting the cat, although wearing a black hat and cape, her handsome face and slender white fingers are the type she likes to see.

"You like cats?" She placed the cookies on the table.

"It's okay, it's not like sitting and doing nothing. I will only seduce the soul, I will not make snacks, for fear of helping you, only to watch you busy. Death stretched out his hand, twisted a seaweed cookie from his fingertips, and put the remaining heat of the cookie in his mouth: "Well, it's really delicious." If you don't know, you thought you were the fairy of the Stove God before. ”

The god of death spoke very measuredly, and if it was the god of wine, he might have shouted with a big grin: "It's so delicious, it's comparable to the craftsmanship of the god of the stove." ”

If the god of the stove hears it, he is not so angry that he smokes, and he wants to fight with her. You must know that the end of fighting with the great god is miserable.

There was once a woman who was good at weaving cloth and boasted about Haikou: "Let Yashen compare with me, if I lose, I will be punished no matter what." ”

As the god of war and the goddess of wisdom, Yashen is also the god of craftsmanship. After listening, he showed up and agreed to the game.

As a result, the woman weaves a pattern of great disrespect, and the theme is the deception and scandal of the gods. But the pattern is so beautiful that it is said that even the goddess of jealousy cannot jump out of the slightest fault, but its content is very disrespectful.

Regardless of the outcome of the game, Yashen jumped up in anger, tore the piece of brocade to pieces, and whipped her several times with the shuttle of weaving. The woman couldn't stand such bullying and hanged herself.

When Yashen saw this, he said, "Bad girl, you have better live, but you are so old that you hang in the air, and your people will be punished in the same way, so that you will not be safe for generations to come." ”

Yashen sprinkled the poisonous weed juice of the underworld on this woman, and her hair fell off as soon as she was touched with the poisonous juice, her ears and nose fell off, her head became smaller and smaller, her fingers became legs, and the rest of her body became her stomach. Eventually, it became a spider and hung in the air, spinning and weaving patterns for generations.