My Rebirth Style is Wrong - Chapter 110

High energy is just an emotional illusion.

Su Wanwan soon fell drowsy under the dual satisfaction of her body and mind after she had enough to eat and drink. As soon as I was sleepy, I couldn’t hold back, and when I sat at the dining table, I felt that my eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold. Knowing that there is someone she can rely on, Su Wanwan lazily put her head on her arm and whispered softly, “My dear, I’m so sleepy.”

Thanatos understood in seconds, and stopped cleaning the dining table. He first picked her up and took her back to the bedroom upstairs, and waited until she fell asleep before getting up and going downstairs to continue cleaning up the mess.

It was only halfway through, and I had already figured out that the Book of Death, which had no way out except for begging for mercy, flapped its pig-ear-like covers on both sides, and flew all the way from the shoe cabinet by the door to the door of the kitchen.

Thanatos naturally knew about its small movements, but pretended not to see it, without taking a glance at it, he continued to lower his head and lowered his eyes to carefully scrub the dishes covered with bubbles.

The Book of Death waited and waited, but couldn’t wait for any response, but the owner didn’t throw it out with a gust of wind, which has already explained the problem.

The Book of Death folded a page and scratched his stomach like a finger—let’s call the rest of its inner pages belly—and flew closer, tentatively.

The owner didn’t respond.

closer.

The owner still didn’t respond.

closer

After Thanatos rinsed the last bowl, he turned his head and was almost smeared with some scrap notebook.

Thanatos was speechless, flicked his fingertips, and a gust of wind swept it to throw it out of the house. As for who will pick it up and do it after throwing it out, Thanatos doesn’t care at all.

Obviously, the Book of the Dead also understood what might happen to him after being thrown out. Don’t look at it being able to fly and move in this house now, but that’s because its owner is here, and has set up this house as his own “domain”, that is, a place where Death is in the world.

Once thrown out, no matter how conscious the Book of Death is, it is still unable to move or speak. It can only be a dilapidated and discarded notebook full of meaningless graffiti in the eyes of ordinary people. Only occasionally A few special people can see that it is a little special.

The Book of the Dead, however, would rather it wasn’t that special.

Because this special is found, it often means that it will be taken away, and then two choices.

1. Soaked by various “holy waters”, suppressed and purified by various “holy tools”.

2. It is used to set up various strange dark magic formations.

Anyway, none of it likes it!

Sure enough, some philosophers among mankind have said much: How precious is what you have found only when you lose it!

What if the master suddenly fell in love? What if the master has no interest in his career? What if the owner secretly took it and wrote a little yellow book? What if the master gets married and has children and completely ignores it?

It’s just a broken notebook!

What business are you doing? What are you fighting for? What conspiracy? Wouldn’t it be good to just leave it in the master’s desk drawer as an ordinary yellow diary?

The Book of Death has long seen the “self” and found the “true self” in the days and nights of being tortured by the fountain of life and being tainted by all kinds of monsters and monsters in the world.

Therefore, during the 00001 seconds of being thrown away, the Book of Death quickly opened a blank page of parchment, and displayed a line of bold and bright red font on it: She saw the diary! ! !

Thanatos’s fingers paused subtly, and his head filled with happiness bubbles briefly recalled the key words: diary, book of death.

what

what! ! !

After thinking about it, the next reaction is to destroy the evidence, destroy the book and destroy the trace!

Obviously, as a companion device that has been with the owner for hundreds of millions of years, the Book of Death is definitely more aware of the owner’s dog than Su Wanwan, so after the flash of a line of font temporarily touched the innermost secret of the owner’s heart, almost Without stopping, the Book of Death flashed the next line: “The content has appeared, throw it out to be seen by others!”

Being able to show the contents of the diary page, the Book of Death was also taking advantage of the loopholes at the time, because when Thanatos wrote the diary, he never thought to exclude his sweet wife, so that she could not touch everything about him.

Now if the Book of Death is thrown out, it will be fine to meet ordinary people. If you encounter special people again, wouldn’t the content of the handwriting that has been revealed be seen by others?

The private diary was exposed, and Thanatos didn’t care about his social death, but that the various good things about his sweet wife that he recorded word by word would be spied on by people other than himself.

——Such a beautiful and sweet wife, the description alone is enough to fascinate any man or woman.

Thanatos stared at this line of words, slowly put down his raised fingertips, and seriously considered the possibility of tearing off the parchment of the displayed page.

But just think about it.

The original behavior of the Book of Death can be regarded as an indirect way to scare his wife away. When Thanatos was angry, he did not directly destroy it. Of course, it is not because of how precious and important it is, but the Book of Death belongs to death.

Unless there is no more death in the world, it will always be with the **** of death.

ten minutes later.

Thanatos dried the dishes and put them away, and the marble countertops were wiped clean. The man wearing indoor slippers chose to go upstairs to accompany his wife without hesitation.

Even if his wife is sleeping soundly right now, he can’t do anything. Just looking at it, you can feel the satisfaction and happiness of the soul’s fullness.

On the small balcony outside the living room, the gauze curtain fluttered and swayed softly in the wind. Under the bottom of a pot of cactus in the corner, the Book of Death stretched out humanely—although it can only move a little corner of the page the size of a small fingernail.

But it’s in a good mood now.

Although it was thrown in the nasty sunlight, and although it was used as a stepping stone under the flowerpot that would leak water and soil at any time, at least it successfully moved the owner and made the owner choose to keep it in this house. .

To stay in the house is to stay at home, and to stay at home is to be part of the family.

Mmmm I’m awesome!

Su Wanwan slept until after ten o’clock in the morning the next day, and the sun was hot outside.

My head was a little dizzy, but I recovered well.

Just woke up, and when I turned around, I saw a cup of boiled water exuding a warm breath on the bedside table. Su Wanwan knew at a glance that he had just left, because he lived together for decades in his previous life, and every time he woke up from sleep, there would always be a glass of water with just the right temperature on the bedside table.

At that time, Su Wanwan asked curiously how he kept the water temperature, and Thanatos told her that he would enter the room every ten minutes to change until she woke up.

Before meeting Thanatos, Su Wanwan never knew that a person could do such detail. After her careful observation, it was determined that Thanatos was not the kind of person who “likes to take care of others to reflect his self-worth”, so he could treat her like this just because he loved her.

The love that can support so many tedious details for so many years must be so deep and deep.

Just looking at the water glass, the good memories of the past came to mind, Su Wanwan sat up in a good mood and drank the water glass. Feeling refreshed, Su Wanwan lifted the quilt and got out of bed to put on shoes. After a brief wash, she took an empty cup and walked out.

As soon as she turned the spiral staircase, she smelled the faint scent of food in the air. Su Wanwan felt her stomach and accelerated her pace. Sure enough, she found the person she was looking for in the kitchen.

“Wow! It’s delicious! Tonas, what are you having for lunch today?!”

Su Wanwan curiously put her feet on her feet and probed to see what was floating and tumbling in the soup pot, but Thanatos patted her forehead lightly and taught her with a smile: “Don’t get too close, be careful to burn yourself. Chicken soup, mainly light at noon today.”

I asked her if she was hungry again.

I didn’t eat breakfast, of course I was hungry.

Soon, Su Wanwan got a small bowl with hot food and a pair of chopsticks.

Holding a small bowl while watching Thanatos cook the food, Su Wanwan instantly felt like she was dreaming back to her childhood.

When I was very young, when there were many people in the family, my mother and grandma started preparing the New Year’s Eve dinner during the New Year’s Eve. At that time, she was sitting on the small stool at the door of the kitchen with a small bowl filled with food by her mother and grandma. Go on, eat and watch the big soup pot on the stovetop dancing with the lid on top.

Su Wanwan blinked and couldn’t help sticking to the man’s back as his little tail.

Feeling his wife’s stickiness towards him, Thanatos was naturally overjoyed, and could not wait to hug him and love him fiercely. I really don’t seem to love her enough. Maybe this is the love that can kill people, and it can kill him too.

After lunch, they went back upstairs together and rolled the sheets twice. For the time being, they relieved their love for each other. Su Wanwan finally had the energy to think about other things.

Like what happened to the name “Tanatos”.

Like how Thanatos came to this world.

For example, where is the dilapidated diary she brought back yesterday.

The Book of Death, which was just irrigated by the love and affection of the two couples under the cactus flower pot: “”What? who? Who is looking for a diary? I am not a diary, what does finding a diary have to do with a work note?

When he returned to the world where it all started, Thanatos felt a little bit and knew that everything was no longer taboo, so he told her about his name, about their past, about how he followed him all the way. .

Su Wanwan never thought that there were so many forgotten “once” between herself and him.

Su Wanwan had no doubts because she knew exactly what she would do. If every world were to fall in love with someone, she thought, there would be no other than him.

Regarding his constant persistence and unchanging love, Su Wanwan thought that she was not a lover, but she was still moved to a mess. After a long time, I have nothing to do and think about it again, Su Wanwan thought, probably because every woman, no, or in other words, everyone, longs for such a pure enthusiasm, and at the same time, it will not deteriorate with the passage of time. Love it.

Su Wanwan felt very lucky to be able to be with him after traveling through so many worlds, and she was very grateful to Mingming for bringing her here and always guiding their existence.

Su Wanwan asked, “Then do you know who is guiding me through the world?”

Thanatos shook his head: “It’s not who, but the will of the world. Or as you are familiar with, the way of heaven?”

In fact, this kind of “creation of gods” is accidental, not a fixed selection condition, and there is no fixed number of years to appear.

“So far, I have only witnessed this once with my own eyes.”

A world does not refer to the existence of a human-known civilization. Every time a civilization is born to its demise, it is a “world century”.

To this day, the “World Age of Ape Human Civilization”, I don’t know how many “World Ages” existed before, and what was the system of gods at that time, Thanatos has no way of knowing.

Su Wanwan didn’t pursue this question any further. After all, if you ask again, you will probably fall into the classic question of the reincarnation of the soul, “Who am I and where am I?”

“Tanatos, do you think my previous memories can be recovered?” Su Wanwan longed for her past memories after hearing what Thanatos said. Because of him, it must be beautiful!

Thanatos leaned against the head of the bed and hugged her gently, “Perhaps, since you have returned and the taboo has disappeared, it should be ok.”

“Okay.” Su Wanwan played with his slender fingers: “By the way, where’s the diary? I should have brought it back yesterday, or did it land in the car? Did you see it when you were packing?”

I didn’t know it before, but when I read the contents of the diary, I felt very ashamed, especially the heroine in the contents of the diary had an English name with myself. But now that she knew that the diary was secretly written by Thanatos behind her back, Su Wanwan was no longer shy, but was full of curiosity, and even planned to take him with her when she found the diary. Look.

It can be seen that the writing of the diary is still a bit jerky. It should be written by Thanatos just after he learned to be a human being. Rounded up, that is what kind of diary written by a young beautiful boy. Imagine himself reading it while watching the picture of the man blushing and dodging his eyes, Su Wanwan couldn’t help but show a “hehehe” smile.

Thanatos frowned slightly, as if he hadn’t heard the latter part of what she said, as if his mind was still on the previous, more important issue, “My dear, if you want to retrieve your memory as soon as possible, maybe we can Departing and flying back to the United States this afternoon?”

Before Su Wanwan could answer, he continued: “Sweetheart, here is your best friend Claire, as well as your parents Mr. and Mrs. Brown. Although it has been a long, long time for us, but for them For example, you just came to England with me after marriage for a slightly longer job.”

His handsome face was infinitely close, his deep and charming blue eyes flashed with encouragement, and his **** voice was very deep: “They must miss you very much, Angel, do you want to see them soon?”

Of course Su Wanwan wanted to retrieve all the good memories she once had, and she also wanted to see the family and friends she had gained after her first time crossing.

So she was easily persuaded, and decisively put on her clothes and climbed out of bed, and hurried to the airport in her chaotic and orderly manner.

After taking a nap, I didn’t know that the book of death that the owner had coaxed the little wife to carry the plane away overnight was still indulging in his retirement life of “sleeping, drinking water and sunbathing”.