"It's a woman?" Su Yueyao frowned slightly, glanced at Ning Tian who seemed a little uneasy beside her, and couldn't help but feel puzzled. A hint of worry appeared in her eyes: "Husband, are you... alright?"
"Cough... I, I'm fine."
Ning Tian waved his hand, saying he was fine, but he seemed quite awkward.
He felt a little panicked.
"Holy crap, system, get out here! What the hell are you doing here?!" he roared inwardly.
Even before the true form of the Lord of Death appeared, he already knew that the Lord of Death was a woman.
Don't ask why.
The question arose because of the armored bodice worn by the woman in his arms.
This is insane...
Why did you have to bring me this thing?!
They are still someone you shouldn't mess with!
System: "Exciting, isn't it, host?"
Ning Tian: "I'll provoke you to death!"
He rolled his eyes. The breastplate in his arms still had a warm and pleasant fragrance. It was at least a divine artifact. However, it was a pity that the size could not be adjusted. At this size, his concubine's figure would probably not be able to fit into it.
My wife, who has a better figure, should be able to wear it.
As for returning it to the Lord of Death?
Ning Tian never even considered that although it was just a piece of clothing worn close to the body, it was still a magical artifact!
Once it's in his hands, it's bound to him, and there's no way he can return it.
Just as Ning Tian was pondering this, he suddenly felt a gaze filled with shame and indignation fall upon him.
"Um?!"
"They've recognized me?"
[Author's Note: Staying up late to write is good for your health, cough cough. This breastplate is something I made up, just think of it as, well, modern stuff. Goodnight. No, good morning, I'll continue writing and posting when I wake up this afternoon. Two more chapters to go.]
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