"Hey! You agreed and closed the door?" The God of Death looked at the closed pill shop with a confused look on his face.
Suddenly, a hand appeared behind the God of Death and pulled the God of Death directly into the alley.
"Hum..." Just when the God of Death was about to take action, Mo Tian's voice rang in the God of Death's ears.
"No one has seen my true face. If you don't want to cause a big stir, just don't say anything." Mo Tian covered the mouth of the God of Death and said in a low voice.
Looking at Mo Tian, the God of Death also stopped struggling.
The two eyes looked at each other, and the murderous intention in the eyes of the killing god gradually disappeared.
Seeing that the God of Death was no longer struggling, Mo Tian also released his hand covering the God of Death's mouth.
Staring at Mo Tian angrily, the murderous god's big eyes and long eyelashes were trembling constantly.
"Why are you looking at me like that? If I had let you in just now, they would have known about our relationship." Mo Tian lowered his voice and said.
"What's the relationship? Will I have a relationship with you? What a joke!" the God of Death said coldly.
"Aren't you my guard now?" Mo Tian raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Me!" Looking at Mo Tian angrily, the killing god couldn't say a word.
"Take off your clothes. Come back to the inn with me first. If you have anything to do, we can wait until we get back. It's not easy to talk here," Mo Tian said.
With a twist of his head, the God of Death said, "Why should I listen to you!"
"If you don't want to attract attention, just wear it. Then you can find the inn where I am." With that, Mo Tian was about to leave.
Looking at Mo Tian, the God of Death reluctantly took off the black robe he was wearing.
After taking off his black robe, the handsome face of the God of Death appeared in front of Mo Tian.
To be honest, the God of Death is really handsome. His big eyes and long eyelashes are not what a man should have at all.
"Can you disguise yourself?" Mo Tian asked.
Frowning his brows, the God of Death looked at Mo Tian in confusion and said, "What do you want to do?"
Looking the God of Death up and down, Mo Tian said: "With your appearance, you will be more eye-catching when you go out. How many people have you seen in Shura Prison here who are as handsome as you?"
The God of Death looked at Mo Tian with disdain and sneered: "Aren't you here?"
With indifferent eyes, Mo Tian made a move with his hand, and his original appearance changed instantly.
The gentle-looking cheeks instantly became extremely three-dimensional, and the cheeks that were as sharp as a knife were completely unlike the original Mo Tian.
Except for those deep eyes, the rest is completely different from Mo Tian.
If Mo Tian looked like a young brother with a spring breeze before, now Mo Tian looks like a cold-faced young man who has killed countless people.
"Do you always show yourself like this here?" The God of Death couldn't help but ask.
Mo Tian's instant change completely made him open his mouth in surprise.
He knows the art of disguise, and he has seen some people who are very good at disguise.
But compared to Mo Tian's disguise, they are really nothing.
Their disguises are all about appearance, and if you look carefully, you can still see the clues.
Moreover, it still takes time for them to disguise themselves. For example, killing the god himself requires at least ten minutes of preparation to disguise himself.
After the disguise, you can tell that he is disguised if you look carefully.
But Mo Tian was different. In the blink of an eye, Mo Tian had successfully disguised himself. Even if he looked carefully, he couldn't see any clues.
But, this is not the scariest part about Mo Tian's disguise. The scariest thing is that Mo Tian also changed his aura!
Before the disguise, the God of Death felt that Mo Tian's aura was very solid, with a little bit of murderous aura.
But now, he felt that Mo Tian's body was filled with murderous intent, and he looked like a murderous demon.
"What kind of disguise technique are you doing! Can you teach me!" The God of Death's eyes shone brightly and his breathing became rapid.
Grinning, Mo Tian said: "Secret skills will not be passed on."
Rolling his eyes at Mo Tian, the God of Death said, "Oh."
"Hurry up, it's almost dinner time. The restaurant here is good and I want to go to eat." Mo Tian urged.
"What's the rush!" He waved his hand and the God of Death began to disguise himself.
Ten minutes later, the God of Death appeared in front of Mo Tian, disguised as an extremely ordinary warrior.
"How?" asked the God of Death.
Looking the God of Death up and down, Mo Tian nodded: "Not bad, not many people here should be able to tell that you are disguised. In the future, if you don't need to show up as the God of Death, you should still use this appearance to show others."
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The God of Death glared at Mo Tian and said impatiently: "Okay, there's no need to say more about this. So what are we going to do now? Eat?"
Raising his index finger and shaking it, Mo Tian smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, I'll go back first. I still have some things to ask you."
After that, Mo Tian led the God of Death towards the inn where he was staying.
Sure enough, the appearance of the two disguised men on the human-level avenue did not attract the attention of the warriors at all.
On the way, they also met the warriors of the War Pill Realm who had come to cause trouble in the Shura Pill Shop. They just passed by each other and did not realize that the two people passing by just now were Shura and the God of Death who had left them helpless in the morning.
Silently returning to his inn, Mo Tian lay down directly on the soft bed.
To be honest, opening a shop is really not an easy task. Mo Tian felt very tired even just selling a day's worth. He really wondered how Ze Fan could always be in the alchemy shop.
Although there is a waiter outside doing odd jobs, he has more to think about behind the scenes. Compared with selling pills, the things he has to do behind the scenes are more tiring.
Seeing Mo Tian lying directly on the bed, the God of Death frowned and asked, "How can two people sleep on the same bed?"
With his eyes closed, Mo Tian replied very comfortably: "Who asked you to sleep with me? If you really have no place to sleep, you can make a bed on the floor. It's more than enough to make a bed on the floor in such an empty place."
"How dare you let me..." The God of Death was about to say it, but he thought about something and swallowed what he was about to say.
Opening one eye and looking at the killing god whose face was turning blue and purple, Mo Tian asked, "What is this?"
"It's okay!" He gritted his teeth and finally gave in.
He took out a piece of cloth from the Najie, put some soft things underneath, and then lay down directly on it.
"Ask me if you have any questions." He closed his eyes and said.
"Fourth-level battle elixir realm, very good strength. Where are you from? You must be a big family or sect." Mo Tian said.
With a cold smile, the God of Death opened his eyes and looked at Mo Tian lying on the bed and couldn't help but said, "Do you think I will tell you?"
"Why did you come to Shura Prison?" Mo Tian asked again.
"To become stronger." The God of Death replied directly.
"And you?"
"In order to prevent the people I care about from being hurt, I must become stronger." Mo Tian also answered very seriously.
"In the War Pill Realm, you are already among the strongest in the four realms. As long as you join a powerful sect, you can definitely do better with your strength. With the support of a large sect, will the people you care about be harmed?" Killing God
I couldn't help but ask.
Smiling to himself, Mo Tian opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling sadly.
"You also said that in the Four Realms, the Zhandan realm is the strongest, but what about in the Holy Land?"
"The person you care about was harmed by people from the Holy Land?" the God of Death asked in surprise.
"No." Mo Tian shook his head: "But I don't want to have that helpless feeling again. I have to become stronger."
"What's your real name?" asked the God of Death.
"I should ask you this, I can't call you a murderer from now on, right?" Mo Tian smiled lightly.