Chapter 1071

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the scythe on death's hand was no longer raised, and his hair also covered that half of his terrible face and facial features, and the remaining half was as beautiful as the snow lake.

The black hole looked at Yang Zimei.

She's a little hairy.

Even if she was covered by thousands of fierce beasts, she would not feel so hard.

She suddenly thought of the black hole that nearly swallowed her up in the alleys of space.

His pupil, can also swallow a person?

Yang Zimei looked at Huo Wenhua, who was in a panic in the car. He remembered his responsibility and boldly opened his voice to the God of death: "the man in the car is not the one who will die. Please let him go!"

Death pursed his lips and did not answer, and his pupils became cold.

Yang Zimei was as cold as falling into the ice valley.

In the face of death, she found her strength humble.

If it wasn't for the small iron tower, she would be vulnerable.

"I think his brother is very affectionate. I want him and his brother to see each other and let him gather Yin in his body. He is not the one who will arrive at the end of the day."

Yang Zimei quickly explained.

She didn't know if death would listen to her, but at least she had to try her best to stop her.

Huo Wenhua is not an ordinary person. He has a fortune of tens of billions. In order to obtain the maximum profits, he did many dirty things when he was young. Although he did not involve human life, he also made many people displaced.

After middle age, he began to reflect on his previous sins, and began to actively do good deeds to make up for his previous mistakes.

Such a person, for the local government, is also of great significance.

Therefore, as soon as his Yang Qi fell, he immediately attracted the attention of the God of death. He wanted to harvest his soul in his own hands, instead of being taken away by ordinary cattle and horses.

This is what Yang Zimei expected.

However, she did not expect death to grow like this.

"The time has come, only two days to live."

Death suddenly said.

Hearing this, Yang Zimei was shocked.

She had calculated the life of Huo Wenhua before. She could live to be at least 80 years old. How could she only have two days left?

Her fingers quickly knocked it up -

sure enough, the calculation results showed that Huo Wenhua's fate had changed, and the time had come.

This

She was in a cold sweat.

Is it her fault?

Before gathering Yin for him, she clearly deduced that he was only seriously ill.

"I'll come back in two days!"

Death said, stepping on the black cloud, turned to go.

Yang Zimei quickly stopped in front of him, "Huo Wenhua will die, is it because he violates the natural principle? Is it my fault? "

"No. That's what he has to bear. "

When death finished, the sickle closed and the sleeves swung. The black cloud rolled him up and disappeared in an instant.

The air of gloom was dispersed.

The original cooling temperature rose again.

The air began to flow.

Small animals began to call.

Some of the original scattered ghosts and wild ghosts came back again, floating around.

Yang Zimei opened the door and said to Huo Wenhua, "Mr. Huo, it's OK."

"Thank you, master Yang. Thank you."

Thank you very much.

Yang Zimei looked at him, a face of guilt.

His deadline is coming, and death will still come in two days. She really can't do anything about it this time.

She didn't know how to talk to him about it.

"Mr. Huo, are you afraid of death?"

Yang Zimei tentatively asked, "if you will die in two days, what do you do?"

"There is life and death, and wealth lies in heaven. When I find Wendong's body, I will have no regrets in my life."

Huo Wenhua is indifferent to life and death.

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