Chapter 922 Cat’s Revenge 13
His hair was gray, and the wrinkles on his face were like chasms.
The body, which was originally tall, big and fat as a bear, was as straight as a cypress. But now the back is a little curved, slightly ricked.
"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." Xining was still sitting with a coffee cup in his hand. This kind of French palace dress was cumbersome to wear, troublesome to walk, and he was too lazy to move.
She reminded: "You signed for ten years first, and then for 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 life, and seeing his old appearance, he cherished his life. It’s 600,000 in five years. If you’re over 40 years old, this is 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.
I opened the fan with exquisite hollow patterns and fanned it gently. The corset was a little warm. Slowly and clearly: "I told you, once you sign a contract, you will not return or exchange it. Put away your gun, otherwise the penalty for breach of contract will be severe."
"Did you hear that? I want to change!" The robber still held up his gun and sprayed saliva from his mouth. We are all old now, so what’s the use of the five million we got in twenty years? We must get it back.
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 was still fanning slowly.
This desperate and vicious guy suddenly turned his red eyes to the side, his cloudy eyes showing a look of horror.
Beside the coffee table, a huge black figure appeared silently at some point, wearing a dark cloak with a low hat, and holding a huge black scythe in his hand. The tip of the curved sickle is shining with silver, and you can imagine how sharp it 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 that if you regret it, you will die immediately!
Xining sat there, fanning himself 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.
Xining tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrows. After all, he was the master, and the master took action, one against two. He didn't say anything, 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 was pleasant and pleasant.
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 Death: "I don't feel tired even if I always dress like this."
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 not that bad. Except for Vulcan who looks crooked. "There is no other way. We must 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 Hades." The God of Death took a sip of coffee, then picked up a butter cookie and took a bite: "Yeah, it's delicious. King Hades brought some back last time and divided them. I didn’t even want to eat it. I rubbed my teeth for a long time to feel the taste. ”
If there is a breach of contract, the God of Death will come again in the future. It’s also pleasing to the eye to look at him as he looks quite handsome. Xining stood up happily: "I will help you make ten pounds 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 Death cautiously. When Death saw it, he picked it up, put it on his lap, and touched it gently.
The shop was filled with soft music and the aroma of baked snacks. It feels calm and cozy.
The baked cranberry butter biscuits came out of the oven, and Xining poured them into an iron plate to cool. Then he put the grinder containing the fruit cake into the baking pan and stuffed it into the oven.
This was the last plate. She wiped her hands, took off her bib, picked up some cooled seaweed cookies, and walked to the coffee table. She saw the God of Death sitting there playing with his cat. Although he was wearing a completely black cloak with a hood, his handsome face and long white fingers were the type she liked to see.
"Do you like cats?" She put the cookie 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 I 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 added some 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 a fairy from the Kitchen God."
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 heard it, he would be so angry that he would smoke and challenge her. You must know that the consequences of competing with great gods 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 and the goddess of wisdom, Ya is also the god of crafts. After hearing this, he showed up and agreed to compete.
As a result, the women wove irreverent patterns, the themes of which were the deceptions and scandals of the gods. The pattern is so exquisite that even the Goddess of Jealousy is said not to be able to fault it, but the content is very disrespectful.
Regardless of the result of the competition, Yashen jumped up in anger, tore the brocade to pieces, and beat her several times with the weaving shuttle. The woman couldn't stand the bullying and hanged herself.
After seeing this, God Ya 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."
Yashen 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 other parts of her body became... abdomen. Eventually it became a spider and has hung in the air ever since, spinning threads and weaving patterns for generations.
(End of chapter)