"Woo! I've been seen! My image is completely ruined!" The God of Death cried out aggrievedly, taking off his mask, and his voice finally sounded like a girl's, soft, like gummy candy!

Ha?! Image? You are the only one who still has an image?! But, Lin Zheng is understandable! As for the God of Death! You have to act more majestic and serious to make living creatures and wandering souls feel in awe, but facing this person in front of you

What a cute face! I guess all dignity is gone!

Lin Zheng held back his smile and said with a straight face: "Oh! He looks surprisingly fierce! He looks very much like the God of Death!"

"Go!" the dancing girl spat at Lin Zheng angrily, then stepped forward and hugged Death's little face and said with a smile: "This is great! It's so cute!"

"As a god of death, you don't need to be cute!" the god of death said with a very serious look.

"That's easy!" Lin Zheng said with a smile, "Just scratch your face and that's it!"

"No!" The God of Death was so frightened that he covered his face. It hurt so much!

"Magical stick!?" Wu Ji glared at Lin Zheng fiercely. This bastard bullied such a cute little guy and didn't know how to show mercy!

"Be good! Don't listen to that idiot's nonsense. This is fine!" Maiji comforted Death, "Besides, who said Death can't be cute? Being cute can confuse your opponents, and wait until they relax their vigilance towards you.
Chapter completed!