The Ace Girl of Campus Rebirth

The legendary God of Death and the God of Hell are actually not the same person. But on a certain level, they can be said to be the same person.

In people's eyes, the God of Death is a man who holds a sickle and wears a black robe, hiding his true appearance under the black robe. His whole person looks mysterious from the inside out.

The actual God of Death almost looks like this.

The biggest difference between the God of Death and the God of Hell is probably that there can be many Gods of Death, but there is only one God of Hell in the world. That person's name was Mio.

At a certain level, the reason why it can be said that the God of Death and the God of Hell are the same person is that Mio, who is the God of Hell, can also be generally called the God of Death, or she can be said to be both. All.

But in real life, people usually identify the God of Death and the God of Hell as the same person.

Zhong Yining and Cheng Qiaofeng think so.

"Really? Really... is he as cool as the legendary God of Death?" Cheng Qiaofeng pulled on the black robe she wore that looked like the God of Death and asked Zhong Yining in surprise.

As he said that, he glanced sideways at Sitong and Wu Zhiyue who were not far away.

But Si Tong over there didn't seem to have any reaction.

"Actually, it's not that similar. Yi Ning, you just love to joke!" Cheng Qiaofeng said this in front of Sitong with satisfaction.

"Wow! Princess Feng is indeed the belle of our school. Even if she wears a cool death outfit, she can still wear it easily!"

"Hey, don't tell me, Princess Feng really looks like the god of death from the myth!"

...

Most of the people milling around this mall were students who came to pick out costumes for the horror-themed party held that night.

They were all classmates of Ouran Star Academy, and when they saw Chen Qiaofeng trying on the Shinigami costume, they all admired it from the bottom of their hearts.

Wu Zhiyue's face turned petrified when she heard this. She pulled Si Tong, feeling that she had just said that Si Tong was suitable for playing the role of the God of Death, and Cheng Qiaofeng made her look like a clown: "Tong Tong, let's go."

"You don't choose clothes?" Si Tong didn't care about Cheng Qiaofeng and Zhong Yining at all, she asked Wu Zhiyue.

"Then, let me choose." Wu Zhiyue felt that she was embarrassed. Girls have little face, and compared with Cheng Qiaofeng, she felt a little conceited.

In the end, Wu Zhiyue took Si Tong and hid in a corner of the mall.

"Well...I've taken my fancy on these two pieces, Batman! Hey, Tongtong, do you think this black Batman costume looks better, or the gray one?"

Wu Zhiyue had been standing here choosing for a long time, but she still couldn't decide which one to buy. Fortunately, she grabbed Si Tong, blinked and asked.

Even if she has to act ugly and attend tonight's horror-themed party, a girl's nature of being obsessed with choosing the color of her clothing has not changed.

Si Tong saw Wu Zhiyue struggling for a long time, and after a long time, he finally said: "Is there a difference?"

There is a difference! The difference is huge!

Wu Zhiyue shook Si Tong's hand and pouted: "Oh, my good Tongtong, you are really... Okay, okay, then tell me one thing, black or gray~"

After saying that, Wu Zhiyue leaned close to Sitong's ear and glanced at Cheng Qiaofeng, who was trying on the God of Death costume not far away. Her face was filled with the aura that she was the representative of the God of Death:

"Tongtong, actually... I still think that the clothes you wear are more suitable. You are like a natural messenger of the night!" After saying this, she stuck out her tongue.

Sitong's dark eyes also turned to look at Cheng Qiaofeng over there.

Cheng Qiaofeng was pretty good-looking, with good looks and figure. Her tall figure paired with the black robe, and the way she held the sickle in her hand did look a bit like the God of Death.

Wu Zhiyue was still looking at Cheng Qiaofeng over there with a disgusted expression, but suddenly she heard Si Tong's indifferent voice ringing in her ears. The words were indifferent, with a hint of sarcasm:

"If the messenger of hell, the God of Death, looks like her, then hell will not need the existence of the God of Death."