The Death God proudly held its head high, fearlessly facing the glaring afternoon sun. Its body slowly tensed up, like a strong crossbow being tightly wound, all its muscles knotted together, and its pupils shrank into thin lines, looking just like a little flower-colored leopard.
Just at the moment when the beast was about to shoot out like an arrow off the string.
An annoying paw caught the scruff of its neck, lifting it up.
"Meow! Meow meow meow!"
The Death God watched as the little toy it had been observing for so long disappeared into the grass, letting out an extremely mournful and wistful moan.
Jasmine forcefully lifted the cat by the scruff of its neck.
"Ah Wang! Those dragonflies and butterflies are flying around in the yard just fine, why do you always have to bother them!"
