The legendary god of death and the god of hell are not the same person. But on a certain level, it can be said that it is the same person.

In the eyes of people, the god of death is holding a scythe, wearing a black robe, and hiding his true appearance under the black robe, and the whole person looks mysterious from the inside out.

The actual Grim Reaper is pretty much the same thing.

The worst difference between the god of death and the god of hell is probably that there can be many gods of death, and the god of hell, there is only one person in the whole world, and that person's name is Mio.

On a certain level, the reason why it can be said that the god of death and the god of hell are the same person, which means Mio, she is the god of hell, and she can also be called the god of death in general, or she has both identities.

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? It's true...... Is it as cool as the legendary Grim Reaper? Cheng Qiaofeng pulled the black robe she was wearing dressed as a god of death, and asked Zhong Yining in surprise.

As he spoke, he also glanced sideways at Si Tong and Wu Zhiyue, who were not far away.

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

"Actually, it's not so similar, Yining, you love to laugh!" Cheng Qiaofeng said this in front of Si Tong's words with satisfaction.

"Wow! Princess Feng is worthy of being the school flower of our school, even if she wears a cool death dress, she can easily control it! ”

"Hey, don't say it, Princess Feng really looks like a god of death who came out of mythology!"

......

Circling around the mall are mostly students who have come to pick out costumes for the horror-themed parties to be held in the evening.

They are all classmates from Ouran Star Academy, and when they saw Chen Qiaofeng's death appearance and tried it on, they all praised it from the bottom of their hearts.

When Wu Zhiyue heard this, her face was a little petrified, she pulled Si Tong, and felt that if she just said that Si Tong was suitable for playing the role of the Grim Reaper, she was belittled by Cheng Qiaofeng a bit like a clown: "Hitomi, let's go." ”

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

"Well, I'll take your pick." Wu Zhiyue felt that she was ashamed, the girl had a thin face, and she was a little conceited by Cheng Qiaofeng's comparison.

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

"Hmm...... I've got my eye on these two, Batman! Hehe, Hitomi, do you think this black Batman costume looks good, or does it look good in gray? ”

Wu Zhiyue has been standing here for a long time, and she can't pick out which one is better, but fortunately she grabbed Si Tong, blinked, and asked in a low voice.

Even if you want to pretend to be ugly and go to a horror-themed party tonight, the nature of girls who can be entangled in the color of their clothes for a long time has not changed.

Si Tong saw that Wu Zhiyue was entangled in the changing sky, and after a long time, he gave a sentence: "Is there a difference?" ”

There is a difference! The difference is huge!

Wu Zhiyue shook Si Tong's hand, pouted, and exclaimed: "Oh, Hitomi, you're really ...... Okay, okay, then you can tell me whatever you want, black or gray~"

After that, Wu Zhiyue leaned into Si Tong's ear and glanced at Cheng Qiaofeng, who was trying on the Grim Reaper costume not far away, and her body was filled with a sense that she was the Grim Reaper:

"Hitomi, actually...... I still think it's more appropriate for you to wear that dress, you're like a naïve night bringer! As the words fell, she stuck out her tongue.

Si Tong's dark eyes also looked sideways at Cheng Qiaofeng over there.

Cheng Qiaofeng looks okay, he has the foundation of his appearance and figure, his tall figure is matched with that black robe, and his appearance with a sickle in his hand is indeed a little similar to the god of death.

Wu Zhiyue also looked at Cheng Qiaofeng over there with a disgusted expression, but suddenly heard Si Tong's indifferent voice, which sounded in her ears, and her words were indifferent, as if with a little cold sneer:

"If the messenger of hell and the god of death look like her, then hell will not need the existence of the god of death."