His hair has turned gray, and the wrinkles on his face are like chasms.

The originally tall, big and fat bear-like body was as straight as a cypress. But now the back is a little curved, slightly rickety.

"It's you!" Xining blinked several times and almost didn't recognize it.

The robber yelled at her, with a hoarse voice and cloudy eyes without any youthful vitality: "What kind of magic did you cast on me to turn me into this?"

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

She reminded: "You signed for ten years first, and then twenty years, and you have already taken away thirty years of your life. You don't pay attention to maintenance, and what you look like now is what you look like when you are fifty or sixty years old, that's right!"

The robber was stunned for a moment, then shouted: "I don't know if you are really exchanging your life for money. I don't want to take away twenty years and replace it with... five years."

Knowing that it was his own life, and seeing how old he was, he cherished his life. Six hundred thousand in five years, and he was in his forties, which was still acceptable.

"Sorry, once the contract is signed, it will not be returned or exchanged." Xining pouted, thinking that the underworld was fake.

The robber took out his pistol and pointed it at her with trembling hands: "It must be changed!" This time the trembling hands were not because of nervousness, but because he was old.

Xining slowly put the coffee cup aside, picked up the black bamboo fan, and sat there, as noble and beautiful as the aristocrats in the oil paintings of palace figures hanging in the Palace of Versailles.

He opened the fan engraved with exquisite hollow patterns and fanned it gently. The corset was a little warm. Slowly and clearly: "I told you, once you sign the contract, you will not return or exchange it. Put away the gun, otherwise you will breach the contract."

The punishment is severe.”

"Did you hear that? I want to exchange it!" The robber was still holding his gun and spitting from his mouth. He is already old. What's the use of the five million exchanged for twenty years? He must exchange it.

This person who talks about a democratic and free country is so willful, and most of them live as casually as children. But in front of the Oslo Protoss, there is a price to pay for stupidity.

Xining still fanned slowly.

This desperate and vicious guy suddenly turned his red gaze to the side, his cloudy eyes showing a look of horror.

Beside the coffee table, a huge black figure appeared silently. He was wearing a dark cloak and a low hat. He was holding a huge black scythe in his hand. The curved scythe had a sharp tip.

You can imagine how sharp the silver light is.

He slowly raised his head. Under the hat, there was a pale skull face...

The God of Death, the God of Death!

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

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

"Ah~~~~" The robber was so frightened that he turned around and rushed out of the door, screaming hoarsely as he walked away.

Xi Ning tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrows. After all, he was the master. The master stepped in and took the initiative. He didn't say anything. He just stood there and the problem was solved.

"Don't worry, he will die on the street." Unlike his gloomy appearance, the voice of the God of Death is actually very pleasant.

The God of Death put the scythe aside, sat on the other side of the coffee table, lifted his hat, and revealed a skull face.

Xining picked up the coffee pot, poured a cup of coffee, and slowly pushed it in front of the God of Death: "I don't feel tired even if I dress like this all the time."

The God of Death took off the skull mask, revealing a fair and handsome face. As the brother of the God of Sleep and a member of the God Clan, his appearance is basically the same. Except for the Vulcan who looks crooked.

"There is no other way. We have to keep pace with the times. Human beings in this place are already very familiar with this image, so there is no need to explain it." The God of Death added condensed milk to the coffee, picked up a spoon and stirred: "Even Pluto has his beard."

Shaved."

Pluto used to be the same as Zeus and Neptune. The three brothers all had thick beards.

Xining thought for a while: "Well, Pluto still looks better with his beard shaved."

"Even if you shave it off, you can't win back the heart of Queen Pluto." The God of Death took a sip of coffee, then picked up a butter cookie and took a bite: "Well, it's delicious. King Pluto brought some back last time and divided them.

For me, I was not willing to eat it quickly. I rubbed my teeth to feel the taste and spent a long time grinding my teeth."

If there is a breach of contract, the God of Death will come again in the future. It is also pleasing to the eye to look handsome. Xining stood up happily: "I will help you make a ten-pound bag now, and you can take it back."

Very unexpectedly, the god of death who originally only wanted a small bag raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath to see if this little god had taken a fancy to him: "Ahem...thank you."

Xining went upstairs and changed into a simple suit. After going downstairs, he put on a bib. After washing his hands, he started to knead the dough, really making snacks for the God of Death.

Death was sitting there, eating cookies and drinking coffee.

Porridge approached the God of Death cautiously. When the God of Death 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 snacks. It feels calm and warm.

The baked cranberry butter biscuits came out of the oven, and Xining poured them into an iron plate to cool. He then put the fruit cake mold into the baking pan and stuffed it into the oven.

This was the last plate. She wiped her hands, took off her bib, took some seaweed biscuits that had cooled down, and walked to the coffee table. She saw the God of Death sitting there playing with his cat, even though he was wearing a black hat.

The cloak, handsome face and slender white fingers are the type she likes to see.

"Do you like cats?" She put the cookies on the table.

"It's not bad. I'm not just sitting here with nothing to do. I only know how to charm people, but I can't make snacks. I'm afraid it won't be helpful, so I can only watch you busy." The God of Death stretched out his hand, picked up a piece of seaweed biscuit with the tips of his fingers, and put some more

Putting the remaining warm biscuits into his mouth: "Well, it's really delicious. If you didn't know better, I would have thought you were the Kitchen God's fairy before."

The god of death is very measured in his words. If it were the god of wine, he might have shouted carelessly: "It's so delicious, it even rivals the craftsmanship of the Kitchen God."

If the Kitchen God hears it, he will still be so angry that he will start a fight with her. You must know that the consequences of fighting with a great god will be miserable.

There was once a girl who was good at weaving and she boasted: "Let Yashen compete with me. If I lose, you can punish me no matter what."

As the god of war, the goddess of wisdom, and the god of craftsmanship, she appeared and agreed to the competition.

As a result, the woman weaved very disrespectful patterns, the themes of which were the deceptions and scandals of the gods. The patterns were so exquisite that even the goddess of jealousy was said not to have any flaws, but the content was very disrespectful.

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

After seeing this, Yashen said: "Bad girl, you should live on, but you will be hanging in the air for a long time, and your species will also be punished in the same way, so that you will not be safe for generations to come."

God Ya sprinkled the girl with poisonous weed juice from the underworld. Her hair fell off as soon as it was exposed to the poisonous juice, her ears and nose fell off, her head became smaller and smaller, her fingers turned into legs, and the rest of her body became...
Chapter completed!