Chapter 321 Hitomi Si speaks, messenger of hell

  The legendary **** of death and **** are not the same person. But at a certain level, it can be said to be the same person.

  The **** of death in people's eyes is a man who holds a sickle in his hand and wears a black robe. He also hides his true appearance under the black robe. From the inside to the outside, he looks mysterious.

  The actual **** of death is almost exactly this appearance.

  The biggest difference between the **** of death and the **** of **** is probably that there can be many gods of death, while the **** of **** is only one person in the whole world. That person's name is called Min.

At a certain level, the reason why the **** of death and the **** of **** can be said to be the same person is that she is the **** of hell. All.

  But in real life, people usually regard the **** of death and the **** of **** as the same person.

  Zhong Yining and Cheng Qiaofeng think so.

   "Really? Really...Is it as cool as the legendary **** of death?" Cheng Qiaofeng pulled the black robe that looked like a **** of death, and asked Zhong Yining in surprise.

  While speaking, he turned his head and took a look at Si Tong and Wu Zhiyue who were not far away.

  But seeing Si Tong over there did not seem to have the slightest reaction.

   "In fact, it's not like this. Ye Ning, you just love to laugh!" Cheng Qiaofeng said this in front of Si Tong contentedly.

   "Wow! Princess Feng is indeed the school flower of our school. Even if she wears the cool Reaper costume, she can easily control it!"

   "Hey, don't say, Princess Feng is really like the **** of death who came out of the myth!"

  ...

   Around this mall, most of them are students who come to choose costumes for the horror-themed party that will be held in the evening.

   are all classmates of Ouran Star Academy. When they saw Chen Qiaofeng’s Reaper dressing on, they all exclaimed from the bottom of their hearts.

  Wu Zhiyue looked a little petrified when she heard this, she pulled La Si Tong, and felt that she had just said Si Tong was suitable for acting as a **** of death, and Cheng Qiaofeng was belittled like a clown: "Tong Tong, let’s go."

  "You don't choose clothes?" Si Tong didn't care about Cheng Qiaofeng and Zhong Yining at all, and she asked Wu Zhiyue.

  "Well, let me choose." Wu Zhiyue felt that she was ashamed. The girl's face was poor. Compared with Cheng Qiaofeng, she was a little conceited.

  In the end, Wu Zhiyue took Si Tong and hid in a certain corner of the mall.

   "Hmm...I fancy these two, Batman! Hey, Hitomi, do you think this black Batman looks good, or is it the gray one?"

  Wu Zhiyue has been standing here for a long time, and still can’t figure out which one to buy. Fortunately, she grabbed Si Tong, blinked, and asked.

   Even if you want to pretend to be ugly and go to the horror-themed party tonight, the girl’s instinct to choose the color of the dress can be entangled for a long time, but it still remains the same.

  Si Tong saw Wu Zhiyue tangled for a long time, and after a long time, he said: "Is there a difference?"

  There is a difference! The difference is big!

  Wu Zhiyue shook Si Tong’s hand, and puffed her mouth: "Oh my good Tongtong, you are really... okay, okay, then you can just say one thing for me, black or gray~"

   After that, Wu Zhiyue leaned to Si Tong’s ear and glanced at Cheng Qiaofeng, who was trying on the Death God costume not far away, and her face was filled with the breath of the representative of Death God:

   "Hitomi, actually...I still think that you wear that suit is more appropriate, you are like a natural night messenger!" When the words fell, she stuck out her tongue.

Si Tong's black eyes also looked sideways at Cheng Qiaofeng over there.

  Cheng Qiaofeng looks pretty good, with the basics of appearance and figure, tall figure with that black robe, and the appearance of holding a sickle in his hand is indeed a bit similar to that of the **** of death.

  Wu Zhiyue still looked at Cheng Qiaofeng over there with an expression of disgust, but suddenly listened to Si Tong’s indifferent voice, and the words sounded indifferent from her ear, seemingly with a little cynicism:

   "If the messenger of the hell, the **** of death looks like her, then **** does not need the existence of the **** of death."

  (End of this chapter)