When He Yinian woke up, his soul left his body. Was he dead?
Death held a sickle and said to him: "You look a lot like my first love, come with me."
He Yinian dragged his soul and began to drift with the God of Death. The God of Death picked up a small list and looked at it carefully: "I've accepted the job."
He Yinian: Why are you, the God of Death, competing for business with the courier boy? ?
The soul-changing college student x the little god of death who fishes at work
Notes and instructions for reading:
This article is neither cold-blooded nor talkative! Just a normal personality! Shou is not the talkative type, but has more inner drama!
The plot of this article is purely fictitious, the author has a lot of imagination, please read it patiently
Intent: things change and stars change, the ending is hard to change, seize the moment