C139 Grand Ending

The black onyx pendant around Lin Xi's neck was swaying happily in the wind.

The man in front of him had thick eyebrows and black hair. He was dressed in a black robe of death, and in his hand was a black sickle. The shape of the sickle was almost identical to Lin Xi's.

"T-little pond?!"

"I'm already a Death God." Such a familiar face, such a familiar aura