Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

Death God, looking at the certain someone sleeping like a piglet, had his handsome face completely darkened.

His clothes were disheveled, and he didn't know where that little brat had thrown his belt. When he stood up, he felt a chill below his waist.

He sat back down, tidied himself up as best he could, and finally had no choice but to call someone in.

Upon hearing his master's summons, Mocha immediately entered. "Master."

Death God, with a darkened face and a hint of gritted teeth, said, "Go and prepare a set of clothes for me."

He'd see how he'd deal with this little brat when they woke up!

Thinking this, just as Mocha was about to leave, he suddenly called him back. "Don't bring black clothes. Change the color." He thought for a moment, but couldn't decide what color he wanted, so he said, "You decide."

Mocha was shocked. So shocked, in fact, that he forgot the servant's code: he was not allowed to look directly at his master. But this one glance shocked him even more.

How could his master be so disheveled?! Moreover, that angry, teeth-gritting look, no matter how you looked at it, resembled someone who had been teased and was now fuming with shame and anger.

Mocha was stunned. He didn't dare to think, nor did he dare to ask. In the end, he just stumbled out of the room.

Death God didn't own clothes of other colors. Besides black, it was black. However, he was a First-Grade God after all. Since he had spoken, Mocha, as his all-purpose little servant, still had this ability. Sure enough, not long after, he returned carrying new clothes.

Mocha had prepared a set of red robes. Black made Death God's aura settle, gloomy and cold, but red made him appear demonic and unrestrained. Although his eyes were as cold as ever, against the backdrop of red, he looked like a great demon.

Su Tang's sleep was very restless, as if she had been stared at by some terrifying beast. When she woke up, she was still in a state of fright.

Subconsciously, she wanted to find someone. This search led her to see a demonic, devastatingly beautiful man in red robes.

"…Holy crap!"

Su Tang's eyes widened, and she was completely shocked. "M-Master?"

Death God nodded with noble arrogance. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the little brat scrambling out of bed.

Su Tang completely forgot that she was still wearing the god's robe before she slept. The long robe, in a moment of carelessness, tripped her.

Due to inertia, she fell forward. Since Death God was beside her, she instinctively reached out to grab him for support. However, he was a step too late. He didn't catch her, and the panicked little brat directly grabbed his belt.

The creation of a god's robe was a complex process, so the clothes Mocha brought were only ordinary, luxurious garments without defensive capabilities.

With this tug, Su Tang directly ripped the belt off, and then… the familiar scene happened again.

Su Tang's mind went blank, leaving only the image of those strong legs.

Death God's temples throbbed. Finally, he pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile, not of anger, but something else. "Do you like what you see?"

Although Death God had a demonic appearance, he wasn't frail and wasn't a man with skin whiter than a girl's. He was a god, a First-Grade God. Underneath his clothes were flowing muscle lines, the ultimate "dressed to impress, undressed to kill" physique.

Su Tang, "So long."

Death God's legs were truly long and slender, but a certain someone was currently in a state of mental shutdown, only able to utter single words.

Death God: …

Su Tang, "Seems hard too."

Such strong legs must have very hard muscles.

Death God looked at her with an indescribable expression. Finally, unable to hold back, he roared in a low voice, "Persephone! You're dead!"

Su Tang shrank her neck, shocked and confused. "Why? Master, I was praising you. Can't I even praise you now?"

The little brat actually started to act aggrieved. Death God, angered to the extreme, directly picked her up.

The belt from his previous robe was still tied around her waist, so without thinking, he untied it.

Su Tang was stunned and immediately covered her own belt. "Master, what are you doing?!"

Death God grinned ferociously. "What am I doing? Little brat, weren't you feeling restless last night?"

Su Tang's memory of last night was hazy. Hearing him say this, she didn't recall anything at all, until she looked down and found herself wearing his robe.

She was dumbfounded.

"I, I, I… what did I do last night?"

Death God sneered, "Heh…"

Su Tang was on the verge of tears, afraid that his blackening value would increase again. "Master, I was wrong. Can we talk after we're properly dressed?"

Death God's expression remained unchanged. "No, I think this is fine. Didn't you say last night that you wanted to see me change?" He paused, then suddenly added in an extremely dangerous tone, "Or were you just fooling me last night?"

Su Tang was about to cry. She wouldn't dare fool anyone, let alone him.

"No, it's just…"

Death God raised an eyebrow. "Just what?"

Su Tang went all out. "Master is so handsome, only I should be allowed to see. Why should other little brats get to look?!"

A subtle pause appeared on Death God's face. He glanced at the little brat who only reached his chest, then finally let out a snort of laughter.

Death God: I have a feeling she's flirting, but I have no proof. :)

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