The laughing eyes blinked twice casually, and the handful of ashes slowly condensed and restored into a small skull.

Cheng Shi was shocked. He never expected that the God of Fun would come.

Now that He has been seen, the reason for Death’s wrath has been found.

It turned out that the adult's anger was not because of the blasphemy he had not yet said, but because of the God of Fun!

It must be Him! It must be Him! No one else!

My dear benefactor, what have you done to anger my boss so much?

Those eyes seemed to see Cheng Shi's doubts, but instead of explaining them to him, He blinked at him and asked a question that left Cheng Shi dumbfounded:

"Hello, Little Bone, you look familiar to me, I wonder...

Whose messenger are you?"

"......"

Dare not say a word.

I dare not make a sound at all!

Cheng Shi was terrified. He felt that there was not only a sense of sarcasm in this sentence, but also a sense of resentment. As for where this resentment came from...

How would I know? I’m not God.

He subconsciously avoided the gaze of his benefactor and closed his mouth silently.

Seeing Cheng Shi's attitude, those eyes sneered.

As they were chatting here, the blazing flames in the Fishbone Hall across from them slowly died down. A huge skull sat upright on the bone seat, and a pair of eye sockets as deep as black holes stared straight at the pair of starry eyes, angrily saying:

"You actually still want to attack that [Filthy] Xin Quan.

【Fraud】!

What do you want to do?"

"?"

After hearing this, Cheng Shi was stunned, then he suddenly realized, and his eyes were full of...admiration when he looked at his benefactor.

Absolutely! It turns out that just when Death was forging the ring for me, you were secretly stealing something?

No, is this something a God can do?

Oh, it’s the God of Fun, that’s not surprising.

Cheng Shi was instantly amused. He looked at his benefactor with a strange expression, turned his back to avoid the adult's sight, and asked in a low voice:

"Did you steal it?"

The pair of eyes rolled and sighed.

"A slight error can lead to failure.

It's all your fault. Who made you angry? "

"???"

No, what does this have to do with me? How can you blame me?

...