In a large hall in the middle of nowhere, beside a huge fire, three people stood.

A man in the north spoke, dressed in white clothes, with huge white wings behind her and a white veil, looking extremely noble and mysterious, she was Ilil, who was known as the god of light: "Dobar really didn't come?" ”

She was talking about the name of the god of death, and the god of fate on the side, Protasi, spoke: "That stingy ghost, who is angry with the god of food and Alice, the god of music, does not dare to get angry directly. Naturally, I didn't dare to come to today's meeting. Protasi was a purple-dressed, antique glasses, bearded old man, with a kind and kind expression.

"This Dobar is really stingy." The god of space, Gubo Kashi, mocked that Gubo Kashi was a middle-aged aunt dressed in black, with a bit of arrogance in her eyebrows.

"I can't help it." Ilir sighed and said to the two behind him, "You two, go and apologize to Dobar, or he may quit our organization." ”

This was said to Bidak and Alice, and the two of them looked at each other, then turned and walked out of the main hall to look for Dobar.

On a wasteland, a man sat by a campfire, dressed in black and with black wings, and his brow looked particularly sad. He was none other than Dobar, the god of death, and as the younger brother of the god of light, he wondered if he was being a little stingy this time.

Behind him stood an old man wearing a Beijing coat and rubbing two iron galls in his hands, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

"Gluttony has failed, and even I have been deflated. Isn't it your turn? Dobar stabbed the bonfire.

"Don't worry, I won't lose." Said with an arrogant smile.

"These two people, you bring them, maybe they will be useful." As soon as Dobar beckoned, Zhang Lan and Zhao Wu appeared on the ground, and just now, they took the opportunity to be rescued by Dobar.

"Yes." With a haughty wave, a man with wings stepped out of the darkness, along with a man wearing a helmet and a man riding a mechanical horse. The winged man lifted Zhang Lan and Zhao Wu up.

"Then I'll quit first." Said with an arrogant smile.

"Go, go, go." Dobar beckoned, and he was once again alone around the campfire.