Chapter 321

The legendary god of death and the God of hell are not the same person. But at some level, it can be said to be the same person.

The God of death in people's eyes is a man who holds a sickle and wears a black robe, and hides his true face under the black robe. The whole person looks mysterious from inside to outside.

In fact, the God of death is almost this disguise.

The biggest difference between the God of death and the God of hell is that there can be many gods of death, and there is only one God of hell in the world. The man's name is Shu.

On a certain level, the reason why we can say that the God of death and the God of hell are the same person means that Shu, she is the God of hell, can also be generally called the God of death, or she has both identities.

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

Zhong Yining and Cheng Qiaofeng think so.

"Really? Really... Is it as cool as the legendary god of death?" Cheng Qiaofeng pulled the black robe disguised as the God of death she was wearing and asked Zhong Yining in surprise.

With that, he also gouged out the Secretary Tong and Wu Zhiyue not far away.

But seeing the Si Tong over there didn't seem to have any reaction.

"In fact, it's not like that. Yining, you love to laugh!" Cheng Qiaofeng said this in front of Si Tong's words.

"Wow! Princess Feng is worthy of being the flower of our school. Even if she wears cool death clothes, she can control it easily!"

"Hey, don't say, Princess Feng is really like the God of death from the myth!"

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Around the mall, most of them are students who come to choose the costumes for the terrorist theme party held in the evening.

They were all students of YINGLAN Star College. When they saw Chen Qiaofeng's God of death trying on, they all praised from the bottom of their hearts.

When Wu Zhiyue heard this, her complexion was petrified. She pulled RASI Tong and felt that she had just said that Sisi Tong was suitable to play the dress of death. She was belittled by Cheng Qiaofeng like a clown: "let's go, Tong Tong."

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

"Well, I'll choose." Wu Zhiyue felt ashamed. The girl's face was thin. Compared with Cheng Qiaofeng, she was a little conceited.

Finally, Wu Zhiyue took Si Tong and hid in a corner of the mall.

"HMM... I like these two, Batman! Hey, Tong Tong, do you think this black Batman dress looks good or the gray one?"

Wu Zhiyue stood here for a long time and couldn't pick out which one to buy. Fortunately, she held Si Tong, blinked and asked.

Even if you want to be ugly and go to the horror theme party tonight, girls' nature of choosing dress color can be tangled for a long time, but it still hasn't changed.

Si Tong saw Wu Zhiyue struggling for a long time. After a long time, he gave a sentence: "is there a difference?"

There's a difference! Big difference!

Wu Zhiyue shook Si Tong's hand and Dudu's mouth: "Oh, my good Tong Tong, you are really... Well, well, you can say anything for me, black or gray ~"

After that, Wu Zhiyue came to Si Tong's ear and glanced at Cheng Qiaofeng, who was trying on death clothes not far away. Her face was filled with a breath that she was the representative of death:

"Tong Tong, actually... I still think you're more suitable to wear that dress. You're like a natural night messenger!" she spat.

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

Cheng Qiaofeng is fairly good-looking. She has the foundation of her appearance and figure. Her tall figure is matched with that black robe. The appearance of holding a sickle is really a little similar to death.

Wu Zhiyue also looked at Cheng Qiaofeng with a disdainful expression, but suddenly heard Si Tong's indifferent voice. Her words sounded indifferent from her ear, as if with a little sneer:

"If the hell Messenger, death looks like her, then hell doesn't need the existence of death."