Everyone in the capital is afraid of the God of Death. It is rumored that he is cruel and bloodthirsty. Until one day when he saw the little princess being pampered and pampered, is this still their decisive and decisive God of War? What about the cruelty you promised? What about the ruthlessness you promised? But someone, nestled in the man's arms, secretly pinched the man's waist, gritted his teeth and said: "I regard you as my brother, but you want to marry me!"
