The car finally stopped, and I was like a hungry wolf waiting for someone to feed me.
"Baby, here we are, this should be for sale." After saying this, Death took me out of the car.
The moment I got off the bus, I saw a group of foreign men squatting on the street. When they saw me getting off the bus with the God of Death, their eyes glowed green and they kept swallowing saliva. I thought
Their target should not be me, but the God of Death. Since I was with the God of Death, my appearance has obviously dimmed a lot. Oh, that’s not bad. I’m not afraid of perverts harassing me anymore!
"Where is your boss?" Death asked the group of wolf-like men in the local language, and I was no better, because I was also like a wolf. Unfortunately, the goal was not Death, but drugs.
A man stood up, holding a cigarette in his hand, looking up and down at the God of Death, and then showed an extremely lustful expression: "What an iconic beauty, but it's a pity that she's a man!" I couldn't understand the man's language, but
When he finished speaking, Lima's eyes of death were filled with murderous intent and he went up and kicked the man. Then he put me down, and I leaned weakly beside him. He supported my body, and then slightly
I squatted down and snatched the cigarette from the man's hand. After he took a puff, he moved his mouth towards me. I dodged, and one of his hands grabbed my chin and pulled the cigarette completely.
Passed it into my mouth. I don’t know how to smoke, but when he passed the smoke to me, I coughed slightly, and then I inhaled all the smoke into my lungs. After that, I felt like
A person feels slightly relieved.
"This smoke?" I asked the God of Death in surprise.
"It's **, it's more powerful than **, so you should support it first." After hearing what he said, my heart dropped slightly, because I was too deeply "poisoned" now, and I didn't care about anything else.
, I tried to grab the cigarette from his hand, but he raised the cigarette so high that I couldn't reach it: "That dirty man smoked it, so I'm here to feed you!"
"They're all the same!" Yes, he and that man are both the same, both men I don't like, so I would rather use the cigarette holder that man used than ask the God of Death to directly touch my lips with his mouth.
After hearing what I said, Death's eyes were extremely angry. He grabbed my hair, took another puff, and then quickly put the cigarette into my mouth. I couldn't care less about refusing, because I already longed for that kind of ascension.
I felt like: "Baby, are you the same?" He asked me, his eyes told me that if I was arrogant, then he would not feed me.
"quick!"
"Is it the same if I ask you?"
"No...it's different." I said aggrievedly, and he quickly fed me a third mouthful. When I was eager for him to feed me a fourth mouthful, the cigarette had already burned out, and I looked at him unsatisfied.
He turned around and walked towards the foreign man and stepped on his neck: "Where is your boss?"
"Who...are you?" the man asked the God of Death.
Then the God of Death smiled slightly and pulled back his hair to expose the earring in his left ear. Then, the man quickly knelt down and begged for mercy. I don't know what they were talking about. I only know that after the man knelt down,
All the men in the street knelt on the ground, and the God of Death smiled with satisfaction. Then, they took the God of Death to a bar with me.