Many knew her father, but to call him so casually, as if he were an old friend, was something else. Su Ni could hardly imagine that Death God actually knew her father!
"Hmm, it has been two years since we last met, and you decided to come today. Then stay and let's have a good cup of tea and catch up," Su Yong's tiger eyes flashed a fierce gleam.
He turned around and stared directly at Lin Zifeng without showing any fear, but rather, his deep eyes were filled with intense combat desire.
"I think we can skip the catching up, though a cup of tea sounds nice," Lin Zifeng's frigid face rarely showed a hint of playful smile.
Dressed in a fitted black battle uniform and wearing that bizarrely ancient bronze mask, he was enveloped in endless mystique.
Even Su Yong himself wanted to see the real face behind Death God's mask.
Unfortunately, he had failed the challenge two years ago and hadn't had any chance since.