"You don't need to doubt anymore, I am Che Zhengshuo!"
Che Zhengshuo picked up a trench coat that a Korean man had placed on the chair, put it on, and then, with one hand in his pocket, looked at these people.
"Asiba, so there really are gods?"
Li Shangzhen's head throbbed.
"You really are hard to kill!"
Lin Baici sighed inwardly. The person's voice and appearance had changed, but the demeanor, especially the action of placing one hand in the pocket, was exactly like Che Zhengshuo's.
"Haha, this is the Busan Divine Ruins, my turf. Do you think I would be killed so easily?"
Che Zhengshuo's mouth curved into a confident smile.
"But I must admit, God Lin, you really are strong!"
Che Zhengshuo sized up Lin Baici with admiration in his eyes, and a hint of possessiveness.
"God Lin?"
Aunt Susan exclaimed.
She was already terrified at the appearance of a deity, and now there was another?
This made her feel very uncomfortable!
"..."
