Heroic Death System

“You can stay in the empire, but you must be under my supervision. ”

The god of war has had enough fun, leaving such a sentence and disappearing.

There was a scissorhand in his heart, and the mask revealed a joyful smile (* * * *).

Neil didn't know when to show up next to him and asked: "Are you still so happy to be supervised? ”

Shanko glanced at him ("Yi"): You don't understand, as a god of war and an evil god who has been dead for centuries and has done nothing wrong, not only was he killed without a look, but he also had the opportunity to become friends with his enemies, which is already very rare.

With a good start, he was in a great mood and didn't mind his mask twisting a few more times, waving away the god of love of silly joy, he floated back to his room.

Three days later, the prince chose the princess to officially hold the ceremony, and the crowd carefully prepared to escort Tima to the party site. Shannon can be the spirit behind it, follow her to the banquet.

The original evil god secretly cursed other contestants in order to get Tila elected, causing many girls to get seriously injured or fall ill and lose their chances of winning. But his curse is not unfavourable, and some girls believe in spirits that are powerful enough to remove the power of the curse. For example, the God of Light, who is equal to the gods of war, the God of Healthy God, or the God of Nature, who is blessed with everything, and most gods with dark powers, such as Reaper. But Death followers do not enter the realm of light at will.

Tima leads the waiter down to the banquet hall entrance, sends an invitation to the welcome waiter and removes the mask from his face.

When the messenger saw the appearance of Tima, his eyes flashed with amazement. After viewing the invitation, he bowed down to invite her in.

Tima walked slowly through the red carpet with her dress, her heart pounding straight and her hands sweating. As more and more eyes gathered on her, she almost wanted to walk away.

Although she had built enough confidence and courage under Sankoh's guidance, she was inevitably a little timid that she had never experienced anything big.

“Don't be nervous, just treat them like flowers and grass.” You can float around Tima with your back, like a tour of the territory, looking around. It's just that he can't be heard by a mortal without being present or dreaming.

So Tima's tension did not abate in the slightest, but became more pressing as he entered the lobby.

Jean can cheer her up by saying that this girl doesn't have her skinny, that the girl doesn't have her pretty, that the most gorgeous hairstyle is too ugly, and that the one who jokes about the wind is disgraceful... and so on.

Then Tima's cold sweat came out layer by layer, almost all converging into rivers.

“Pfft.” A smile came from the side.

Jean-Claude turned around and saw Neil, dressed in gorgeous clothes, standing not far away, looking at him with a glass of laughter.

Neil is a god of flesh and body who can mix his beauty in mortals at will.

Jean-Claude floated over and touched his waist with his elbow: "Do me a favor. ”

“Busy with what?” Neil asked with a smile.

“To invite Tima to a dance later, this is her first big dance and she has little experience. ”

“Sorry, I can't dance.” Neil dismissed with regret.

Shanko _: The god of love can't dance? You can't dance. Why are you dressed as a bouquet? Wallflowers?

Neil smiled, "Instead of asking for help from an outsider like me, why don't you do it yourself? ”

Shanko: If I could do this on my own, would I still have to ask for your help?

“Though you don't have a physical body, just try to substantiate the spirit and put on a dress, and you're basically like a normal person.” Neil sincerely suggests.

The body can change, but the mask can't move. He couldn't imagine himself dancing with a beautiful woman in this pit father's mask. Perhaps the moment before, it was a mighty hegemonic wind, and the next, it became a godly comedy wind.

Neil looked at the mask face and smiled, “Don't worry about your mask, I have a way. ”

Shanko: (o) What?

Neil could not figure out where to find a mask, his body was white, and his right eye was wrapped around a complex golden dark print, which looked very refined.

“How about this one?” Neil picked up the mask and compared it to his face.

Is this to cover him with a mask? Jean can stare at Neil's mask for contemplation.

“Better hurry up. Oh, the prom's already started.” Neil swung his chin toward the center of the hall, "and if you agree, I'll take you to change. ”

He nodded: "Yes! ”

In the lobby, a loud dance was played, and Prince Itamo graced the center of the lobby with his mother's hand, dedicating the first dance song to her.

When Tima saw Itamo, he was surprised to see that the handsome young man who had spent several days with them was the prince of the empire. She had a good impression of Itamo but confined herself to the level of friendship.

In her heart, the Uno God is the most important being. She came to this festival only for the sake of the future of the clan.

At the end of a dance song, a warm round of applause sounded. Itamo let go of her mother's hand and slowly swept her gaze from many girls.

Itamo did not see Tima's true face, and Tima stood behind him and was blocked by the crowd, so Itamo finally chose a girl closer to him as his second dance partner.

With the music playing again, the prince and the girl took the lead, and the other men began to look for their own dance companions, one after another pouring into the dance floor.

Tima refused several men to come and dance, standing alone in the corner, looking quietly at Itamo, who was dancing, feeling a little depressed.

“Beautiful girl, can I ask you to dance?” A gentle voice interrupted Tima's mind. Tima was about to say no, but after glancing at the mask on his face, he paused for a moment.

The man in front of him, dressed in a sophisticated black dress, with a white gold leakage mask on his face, is tall and fit, and has a touch of elegance and striptease in his footfall.

Tima hesitated for a moment and eventually refused.

“Tima, I taught you to dance, not to make you hide. ”

Hearing this, Tima raised her head violently and looked incredibly at the man in front of her.

“You, you…” her heart beat uncontrollably and her breathing became a little irritable.

“Come on, let's dance.” You can still dance in an inviting position.

“Yes!” Tima smiled, placing her hand in Sankoh's hand. The cold touch instantly ignited her enthusiasm.

The two of them walked onto the dance floor and danced to the rhythm of music.

Jean-Claude wanted Tima to be the most dazzling girl in the dance, and he carefully led her to show her a little bit.

Tima's movements became progressively more flexible from raw to raw, with her skirt swinging and the scent flowing. Girls are like a rose with pockets, slowly blooming in loud music.

Their elegant dance posture quickly attracted attention, Tima's beautiful appearance and dazzling rays of light in the dance.

Neil in the crowd saw the scene and blew a whistle in the dark, unexpectedly when the little mask was so elegant. Hiding the real mask, it's like changing someone. Who could have imagined a rough guy in a beast skirt with a weird mask under his gorgeous dress? Neil couldn't help laughing.

Well, his true face is cute.

Itamo's eyes were also attracted to Tima Monk. He first looked at Tima and felt a little familiar. When he looked at her dance companion and saw the mask on his face, he suddenly remembered, isn't this girl the Tima of the clan? He recognized her from her figure and style of clothing, although she had never seen her true face.

But who's her partner? Wearing a mask is rude in a non-costume party setting.

Itamo didn't care that they took their head off, and he didn't plan on finding a partner at the prom anyway. From time to time, he can see a few eyes and always feel like he has seen them somewhere.

After the distracted dance of the second dance, Itamo was ready to rest for a while, and then just took a few steps, suddenly a 90-degree side turn and walked towards the location of Sankoh and Tima.

“Uno! ”

You can still turn around subconsciously.

“It's really you!” Itamo looked weird and measured Sankoh, looking like he was not laughing.

Jean-Claude is upset. He used to be an elegant man. What's wrong with wearing a gorgeous dress? That leaky skirt down there doesn't suit him, okay?!

“I didn't expect you to come to my prom. Do you want to dance with me next?” Itamore had a gentle and elegant smile.

Jean-Claude stares at the elegant mask and stares silently at Itamo: Are you out of your mind? Dancing with a man your height and size is stronger than you? It's not that embarrassing. As a prince, do you deserve your country, your people?

In fact, Itamo's invitation was purely unconscious, and he thought it should be fun for monks to dance. But then he knew he was stupid.

“Cough, I'd like to invite Miss Tima to the third dance.” He corrects errors in a timely manner.

Shanko: Watching me invite Tima? Are you oblique?

Tima: I really want to refuse...

The third dance song sounded and Itamo walked onto the dance floor with Tima in his heart. She turned back several times hoping that her god would rescue her from the "evil prince”, yet the god gave her a heartless arrow with a cheerful gesture.

“I wish you hadn't worn a mask.” Neil walked up to Jean-Claude without regret.

“Thank you for your mask, I decided to wear it forever and never take it off again.” Expressed gratitude.

Neil smiled and said, "I'm not going to give you the mask. ”

“What a shame.” Shoulder shrugging, sighing, "I guess I'll just have to rebuild myself. ”

Jean-Claude was in a great mood because he finally found a way to be human again! Don't worry about being exposed by that pit father's mask to his pure inner world anymore.

Thank you so much, Lord Aristocrat, you are truly a good companion to mankind!

You can show your sincere gratitude by casting a friendly eye on Neil.

Neil:... suddenly felt like I had done something very wrong.

In the end, however, good wishes have not been fulfilled.

After the party, still dressed in gorgeous clothes, he followed Tima and others back to his residence.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw whether he had accidentally passed by or had deliberately come to his god of war.

At a glance, the gods of war sighted the high-end and classy noble outfit and snorted lightly.

With this gentle, cold humming sound, you can still feel your body just scattered and disengaged from the dress without a sign. The dress and mask scattered, and he became the rough guy in the leather dress.

“Unfair.” Saturn coldly gives a four-word comment.

yet: (┭ ┭)

He cried in tears for the youth he had passed away.

Everyone in the world doesn't want him to be noble Let him be graceful Let him be handsome