"In half a year, there were four accidents. Some people on Weibo said that I was staging a real version of Reaper." Tian Jingzhi's tone sounded a little smug.

Xue Lingqiao was sitting on the side peeling apples. Tian Jingzhi stretched out a "salty pig's hand" and lifted his chin frivolously: "It's a pity they don't know that my family has a thousand-year-old demon who specializes in death."

Xue Lingqiao pushed her away in disgust, and corrected: "It's more than five hundred years, don't call me old, and I'm human, thank you!"