C120 I Agree to Your Terms

"Pretend to be strong?" Lin Xi was almost unable to see her figure, but Lin Xi's neck was instantly grabbed by the grey sickle's death god. The burly death god grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up, "Even with you acting like this, do you still have any power?"

Tightening his grip, Lin Xi had difficulty breathing. The little black cat was anxiously scratching her shoulder and feeling annoyed