The People Who're Supposed To Kill Me Fell For Me Instead

Chapter 67

Translator: deathbutlowkey from dummytranslations

Editor: Dragon_reader

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The God that watched over Death, Ruler of the Underworld; Beneath those deep black robes, his physical body did not have the warmth of a living being. It was cold as ice. Having learnt from his previous experience, when he hugged the youth's warm body this time, he carefully restrained his own aura and used his power to falsify a bit of body temperature for himself.

Even so, his body was still very much lacking in warmth.

"In the future, don't casually control the bodies of the BOSS in the dungeons. If you really have to, remember to lower the pain sensitivity," Turning his back to him, Gu Yan rubbed the wrist area of the black-robed Death God.

Only after pulling the other's long and wide sleeves up a little and seeing that the grey skin was finally free of red marks, Gu Yan at last, felt relieved.

If his lover was always controlling the bodies of the BOSSES in the dungeon, wouldn't his daily routine in the future have a high chance of becoming just...

Eating, sleeping, and abusing his family's Qiuqiu?

Thinking of this point, Gu Yan suddenly lowered his eyes and raised his hand to pat the head of the black-robed Death God before him.

Unlike his elegant and handsome face, which was rather cold, the dark hair of the Underworld BOSS was unexpectedly soft and pliant. It felt very good to touch and stroking it was like touching the highest quality of silk.

The Death God's eyes which were originally dull and pitch-black, now clearly reflected the appearance of the youth in front of him. Towards the youth's demand, he nodded and agreed in a low voice.

He was only agreeing to the latter half of the request.

Bringing the youth and sending him back up to the Palace Hall, the Master of the Underworld easily restored the destroyed temple back to its original appearance. Now, no trace of any previous damage could be found.

"I want to bring Ah Yan to visit the Inner City of the underworld." After finishing up the restoration of the Palace, the BOSS of the Netherworld narrowed his eyes and told him softly.

"Inner city?" The unfamiliar words caused Gu Yan to blank, and he couldn't help but ask.

This was a place that even he, the author, did not know about. Going through his memory, Gu Yan really could not think of any information pertaining to this 'Inner City' of the underworld.

"En." The Death God nodded. His handsome face, usually stone-cold was exceptionally soft and gentle towards the youth.

The Netherworld dungeon that players entered was merely the outermost area of the underworld, and the inner city was one of the places created by the highest existence that dominated the entire virtual world. Players had no way of entering.

Gu Yan did not think too much and quickly agreed. But before that, he looked towards the entrance of the temple and saw that it was empty.

"They are only 'bodies' made of data. They can be easily added or deleted. Ah Yan, you don't need to mind them." Realizing that the youth was still worried about his previous body, Asa lowered his head and explained

In this virtual world made up of data, he was no different from the God that created this world.

The inner and outer regions of the Netherworld were separated by a void. After being teleported into the inner city, a gloomy and silent palace stood before Gu Yan. The surrounding illumination came from the floating soul lights, and all that could be seen around them were '? ? ?' names displayed in red.