8. Who is the biggest winner?

Outside the window, a silver-white glow came.

But what brought this silvery white glow was not the bright moon, but...

Snow.

North.

Inside the territory of the Crystal Ice Republic.

This country, which seems to be covered with snowflakes forever, is raging on that high mountain...

On the mountain, there is a small hut.

The neat and spacious cabin. The luxurious decorations inside the house prove that the owner of the cabin must be very rich.

But in this hut, a rope was hanging high above the hanging beam.

And a person was stepping on a stool, grabbing the condom at the end of the rope, contrasting with the snow light outside, crying...

Crying sounds, flip and turn.

Finally, as if he had made up his last determination, the person stretched his neck towards the rope and his toes, and planned to kick the stool under his feet...

"Before this, I advise you to stop. Death is very uncomfortable and is not as interesting as you think."

The figure who was about to hang suddenly turned around and looked incredibly at the open window

I saw that there should have been no one, but now, somehow, there was a person sitting there?

And behind this person...

A pair of white wings that seem to be made up of snowflakes, but now... slowly... slowly...

Put it away?

"You...who are you? Why are you here?"

The figure who was about to hang himself panicked and quickly got off the stool and looked at the figure who suddenly appeared in front of the window in horror.

The person who had already put his wings closed looked at the person lightly, and his tone was calm and authentic -

"As a seeker, why do you mind who I am? Where did you come from?"

The hanger looked at the man, and because of the light reflected by the snowflakes floating in from outside, he could not see the man's face clearly. After thinking about it, the hanger finally stepped on the stool again and pulled the rope.

"I said that before you seek death, you should think carefully. As far as I know, if many seekers can think carefully before committing suicide, they will find reasons not to let themselves die."

The hanger grabbed the rope and was a little excited, saying, "I have no reason to live... Although I don't know who you are, if you want to stop me, I'm sorry, you can't stop me."

The person in front of the window began to support his chin, looking at the hanger, and pondered. After a while, he sighed and said slowly -

"Well, as you said, I am indeed not qualified to take charge of your decision before death. I just feel that it's a pity. Another person who can't think of it is going to embark on the road of no return."

"Since you can't stop me or help me, then why are you here for?"

“…………………………”

The person in front of the window suddenly became silent.

"I have lost everything... For me who has lost everything... I have nothing in this world that I can nostalgia for? Wealth... Family... Friends... Nothing... Nothing... Nothing..."

The snow in front of the window contrasts the sleeves of the visitor. It was a silky silk. Although the white fabric gave people flexibility, it also brought a little coldness to people...

"Although I don't have the right to 'directly' stop you from seeking death. However, I still want to keep your life."

"Hahaha, why? Which onion are you? What qualifications are you qualified?"

"I want to give you a test."

"Test? I won't do it"

"………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

"It's funny, I've never heard of having to pass the exam if you die."

The hanger expressed disdain for this. But the man in front of the window smiled slightly and said -

"Ah, indeed. If an ordinary person dies due to illness or accidents, it does have nothing to do with me. But, the area I manage is quite special. If it is someone like you who want to break it by yourself, it will be within the scope of my control."

“……………………………Who are you?”

The hanger looked at the person in confusion. At this time, snowflakes were still permeating and he still couldn't see the person's face clearly.

"Haha, now I start to think, is the question of 'Who am I' very important? Why am I here? Isn't it something worth your consideration?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I'll give you revenge."

"What?"

"Revenge. Let you seize what you want to give up now from that person. I can give you this opportunity, which is what I just mentioned."

The hanger tilted his head and finally stopped talking.

At this moment, the blizzard outside the window became even more violent, and the white patch was almost invisible. The cold wind blowing in from the window was also so cold that it made people shudder...

"Who are you...? An angel... or a demon?"

"Angel."

The visitor smiled and said.

"If you are willing to call someone like me an angel, then I am an angel. If my proposal just now is deceptive by you, then I will play the devil once."

"Who are you...?"

"Gods, angels. Sequences, thirty-two."

"If you think my name isn't so creepy, then you can call me..."

"Ange of Death."

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At this moment today, the idiot is completely poor.

He had no choice but to watch his home be moved away by the workers sent by Xingli. The big cabinet, the small bread clothes that took a lot of time to fill it, the chili on the wall, the furniture and all the savings.

Even the chili-shaped piggy bank of small bread is now in the cart called by Xingli.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Bread was wearing a gray skirt, and even her school uniform was stripped off to pay off her debts. At this moment, the little bread hugged the idiot's medicine and watched the peppers being purchased crying. Whenever a bottle of pepper shaker was recorded in the account by Xingli, she couldn't help crying loudly.

As a businessman, Xingli Rooney perfectly follows her own principles. She will never miss any opportunity to make money just because she is a friend. What's more, this is already written in black and white. If she gives alms because of sympathy for the breach of contract, she is not qualified and is called a qualified businessman.

"Okay, now, please bookmark the contract."

Facing Tolan, Mili, Xiaobread and Idiot in front of him, Xingli handed over four contract letters and smiled.

"From today, the four are servants of my Rooney family. I am the masters of the four. Is it OK?"

"Mr. Xiao Bai?"

Xingli's smile is so gentle and beautiful no matter how long it is...
Chapter completed!