A story about death.
There is a very special God of Death. He looks indifferent, but in fact he just likes to be in a daze. He seems smart, but sometimes he is so confused that people can hardly control his fists. He is indeed simple, but some of his ideas are extremely alien...
In addition, his profession is the God of Death, but he rarely does things that enchant people's souls. Why? Of course it's because he's not a real Death God yet, he's a Death God trainee, a ten-thousand-year Death God trainee! In other words, he is a repeater of ten thousand years!
Reader comments
The little bastard is so cute. Woohoo, I want a son like this too. I want a real son who can catch Sulu Mao. Sha, you are responsible~!
The little bastard is so cute. Woohoo, I want a son like this too. I want a real son who can catch Sulu Mao. Sha, you are responsible~!