Is the storyteller the God of Death?
Everything about storytellers flashed through his mind in an instant, including giant city storytellers, countercurrent camp forces, breaking the frame of the universe, and so on. None of them could be connected to the God of Death.
But what appeared in front of him now was the God of Death.
Damn it, is there such a thing?
The God of Death smiled. Although he was not used to it and his face was still a little stiff, he couldn't help laughing, so that his eyelids twitched and became extremely stiff.
"I told you, I will give you a surprise next time we meet."
Lu Yin stared blankly, this was not a surprise, but a fright.
Wang Wen and Qianji Guiyan both looked at this scene with smiles, knowing that this would be the case.
Who would have thought that the storyteller would be the God of Death.
But that’s the reality.
"Is it unreasonable? This expression on your face?" Death asked.
Lu Yin's pupils flickered. Of course it was unreasonable. How could the God of Death be a storyteller? The years of his life didn't match up.
Chapter completed!