Seeing that she was interested, the old man told He Qing some of the things he knew.

After saying that, he shook his head and said, "Madam, go back and spend more time with your husband. I'm sorry I can do nothing."

He Qing left without saying anything.

She returned home, and the man was sitting on the balcony in his home clothes basking in the sun.

The pain of the disease made his body lose weight quickly, and now he can no longer see the handsome handsome He Qing liked at the time.

If it were before, He Qing would have given up on such love. People, but this person is different.

She was obsessed with him as crazy as she wanted to live with him for the rest of her life.

Death?

There is nothing in this world that money can't buy.

But in a few days, some information about the God of Death appeared in front of her.

He Qing looked at it word by word and finally understood what those masters said meant.

It is destined to die if it is on the list of the God of Death Records.

No one can save such a person.

Unless the God of Death is willing to disobey the laws of heaven for him.

But as a god walking in the human world and the underworld, Death has always been selfless. How could she do something to disobey the way of heaven for an ordinary human being?

He Qing was a little desperate for a moment.

But she wanted to meet the so-called God of Death.

She disturbed the master again and expressed her thoughts.

"You want to see the God of Death?" The master changed his face as soon as he heard this.

Just kidding, what does death mean? Living people don’t see death, this is a rule for thousands of years.

He felt that he hadn't lived enough yet?

He Qing was not surprised at all about the master's rejection. She smiled coldly: "Master Du, your grandson who is in kindergarten is playing in a humble house at this time, waiting for his grandfather to pick him up home."

Master Du's expression changed when he heard this.

It has always been difficult for them to be a child. His little grandson is the only seedling left by his son who left by accident.

He Qing threatened him with this, and he had no room for refusal.

Master Du was already a little regretful at this time - this woman He Qing was simply a madman!

He should have rejected her when she came to her.

But it's too late now, and the other party has set his sights on him.

Master Du said coldly: "Since that's the case, why should I take a trip to Ms.?"

He Qing smiled on his face: "Thank you, Master Du, when I see the God of Death, I will naturally send your grandson back."

Master Du said in a deep voice: "But I made it clear in advance that the living person will not see the God of Death. Ms. He should not lose her luck at that time. Moreover, I can only try it out. The God of Death is willing to appear, and I cannot guarantee it."

He Qing did not comment on this, but said lightly: "Master Du will not worry about this."

She didn't know that her every move had been known for a long time.

Gu Shengyin didn't plan to see her at all.

She thought about it and it seemed that she hadn't seen Qiao Zhihe for several months. I wonder how Xiaohe is doing now?

Qiao Zhihe was painting in the room.

Now a 17-year-old boy has grown up, and his elegant face always has a faint smile. Anyone who sees it will praise the handsome child!

At this time, an exquisite rose bloomed under his brush. The flower was as red as fire, and its unrestrained enthusiasm seemed to pour out from the paper.
Chapter completed!