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It is said to be the River Styx, but in fact, the planet where Death Song Academy is located is not scary.

What's more, it's surrounded by green trees and the environment is pretty good, which doesn't match Carl's reputation as the God of Death.

Tilapia made a request. Although he thought it was dangerous, he insisted. After asking Liang Bing, Abang decided to help.

Liang Bing was reluctant at first, but she felt relieved when she thought that the other party had even gone through the so-called different latitudes.

As he was sitting at the desk reading, Karl seemed to notice something and couldn't help but raise his head.

"It's interesting that someone came to Death Song Academy uninvited." There was a smile on the delicate face, and Karl looked along the door.

His deep eyes seemed to be able to see someone under the steps through layers of obstacles.

"Tilapia, my god Karl didn't invite you, why did you come to Death Song Academy?"

At the top of the hundred steps, Snow was holding a sickle, purple energy emitting from his body, staring at the tilapia with a nervous look on his face.

Although it was a question, the tone was not threatening at all.

More than once he said something like killing tilapia, and Snow himself knew it very well.

In a head-on battle, he is definitely no match for the man at the foot of the stairs.

When it comes to killing someone, it means planning to kill the other person if you are well prepared.

Looking left and right, someone who was admiring the scenery of Death Song Academy turned back and looked up at Snow at the top. His footsteps moved slightly, and the person had appeared beside Snow.

"When?" Snow stared at his empty hands, cold sweat dripping from under his mask.

"A sickle is just like a sickle, not as good as Dong'er's Rakshasa Magic Scythe." After looking at the sickle in his hand for a few times, Tilapia threw it back to the owner of the sickle in disgust.

"Personally, I think you can try using Luoyang shovel, engineering shovel and other exotic weapons."

"..." Snow: "Who is a good person who uses a shovel as a weapon?"

Tutting in his heart, Snow calmed down his nervousness and said seriously: "My god, please come in and follow me."

Making a gesture of invitation, Snow took the lead and took the lead.

Seeing this, Tilapia shrugged his shoulders, curled his lips, and stepped to follow.

"Haha, what an interesting person." Carl couldn't help but smile when he witnessed the tilapia's little moves through the projection.

I really didn't expect that Tilapia would be in a funny mood when he saw himself, the god of death that everyone was afraid of.

Walking through the long corridor, looking at the wall lamps on both sides, Tilapia complained: "The color of the lamp does not match Carl at all. Listen to me and replace it with a candlestick. The miserable green color of the flame when burning is more suitable for the Grim Reaper."

As for the floor, it doesn’t matter if you use carpet. It’s best to use blood red or pale white, with a mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood pattern, which is more deterrent.

The walls are decorated with reliefs or simply hung with various corpses...blood splashed on the wall..."

"Forbearance...bearance...bearance...if you can't beat me, please bear with it any longer." After repeatedly reminding himself, Snow, who was walking through the corridor, still couldn't hold it back and reminded him coldly: "Your Excellency is famous in the known universe after all. Master, can you stop talking nonsense?"

"Forehead!!!"

Looking at the angry Snow in shock, Tilapia looked innocent.

...Snow.

"Damn it, it's obvious that you've been talking about it endlessly, who are you pretending to be innocent for?" Snow overturned a dozen small tables in his heart, and finally calmed down. Well, you have to ignore the muscles that tremble from time to time, and let's just consider recovery.

Bar.

"Pushing open the arched double wooden doors several meters high, Tilapia entered the lobby of Death Song Academy."

Carpets, oil paintings, and desks resemble the decoration style of an English castle in the last century.

"Karl!"

“Tilapia.”

Across the desk, the two looked at each other from a distance and spoke at the same time.

Under Snow's angry gaze, the moment Tilapia, who had just been speechless, called out the name of the God of Death, his eyes seemed to shrink for a moment, and then... a real aura accompanied by dark red lightning pressed towards Karl.

"Tilapia, how dare you?" The sickle appeared, and Snow roared and raised his hand.

The next second, the strong pressure appeared out of nowhere. I felt dizzy, my body was overwhelmed, and I fell down uncontrollably.

"It's a magical ability to turn momentum into substance.

I thought it was just a small trick, but I didn't expect that even Snow couldn't bear it." Letting the dark red lightning wrap around him, Karl closed his eyes and felt it, and praised: "A very practical ability, the angel has no chance of winning against you."

"What about you?" The overbearing look disappeared, as if nothing happened just now, Tilapia stepped over Snow who was getting up, and asked funnyly.

"I'm just a dead person. Moves that are useful to living people are of course useless to dead people."

"Not necessarily." Xiao Yingying stepped forward and the two looked at each other across the desk.

After a long time, a ball of flame suddenly appeared in the palm of the tilapia.

"The god of the upper elixir, the energy of the middle elixir, and the essence of the lower elixir. The three of them combine to ignite a fire of life. I don't know if they can hurt you."

The flames ignited, and Karl, who was originally calm, leaned back out of instinct for a moment.

Immediately, he looked at the flames in the palm of the tilapia with great interest, and even stretched out his hand to try it.

The burning sensation on his fingertips returned to his brain, and Karl couldn't help but be surprised: "This feeling I haven't had in a long time, is it specially prepared for me?"

Just getting up from the ground, Snow couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard Karl's words.

"The flames can burn my phantom body, are you kidding me?" Staring at the tilapia in disbelief, Snow's eyes flickered, and he gripped the sickle tightly: "No, we can't let him leave alive."

In his mind, Snow's figure turned into purple mist, and his scythe slashed towards the tilapia.

Karl saw it and didn't stop it.

Without him, I saw a hint of disdain in Tilapia's eyes.

The sickle sliced ​​through the body of the tilapia, extremely silky, and split the person into two.

Snow's expression was solemn, and his face under the mask was soaked with cold sweat.

A hand was placed on his shoulder at some point.

Look at the tilapia that was broken into two parts. There are no people there, it’s just an phantom.

"Loyal, not bad."

Raising his hand to block the sickle that Snow turned and slashed out, Tilapia raised his chin to Karl: "Don't stop me?

If you are killed by me, it is basically impossible to resurrect him."

Seeing Tilapia using one finger to play with Snow between its palms, Karl looked at Snow and said, "Back off."

"My God, Tilapia has the ability to threaten you, we can't let him..."

"A garrulous person has nothing but loyalty."

Catching the sickle and applying slight force, the sickle turned into pieces.

Looking at the only handle of the knife in his hand, Snow felt like crying. "My good sickle is gone!"

"Get out of here." He kicked Snow on the butt and kicked him several meters away. Tilapia complained: "This is not how you treat guests."

"Hahaha!!!" Karl chuckled and said in a calm tone: "You are not a guest when you act arrogantly in other people's homes.

Even if he is, he is still a bad visitor."

There was no tension between the swords and no accusations. The relationship between the two of them was as if Snow had just suddenly killed him without ever appearing.

Karl walked around the desk, raised his hand and waved lightly, and two single sofas appeared in the hall three to five meters apart.

"It's like negotiating, we should be closer." After muttering to himself, Tilapia walked over and patted the armrest of the sofa, "Hard, bad review."

Karl smiled and reminded: "I know a little bit about you, but to be honest, I don't like it.

A qualified god should not be controlled by desire."

"Control?" Tilapia frowned, "You said I am controlled by desire?"

"Isn't it?" Carl asked.

"Probably." Tilapia shrugged and said nonchalantly: "In your opinion, maybe I am really controlled by desire.

But... to me, mere beauty is nothing." He turned his head and looked at the wall, where a half-length oil painting from the period of King Liangbing Apocalypse was hanging. "Compared to me, I personally feel that you are the

More like a person who is being controlled.”
Chapter completed!