Rakshasa God Offers a Poisonous Plan: Why Not Let the Sea God Dig the Pit!

Angel Rakshasa Dong's voice brimmed with undisguised madness and delight.

The intense killing intent seemed to make the temperature inside the restaurant drop by several degrees.

Kill him?

Those two words made the Sea God, who was still twitching on the floor, jolt violently.

Enduring the agony of his divine soul being torn apart, he stared fixedly at the woman holding the shovel with an expression as though he had seen a ghost.

Lin Feng merely replied casually.

"Do as you like."

Two light words, yet they pronounced the Sea God's death sentence.

They were also like a green light for the Angel God.

"Heh... hehehe..."

That familiar laugh, brimming with wickedness and wild joy, once again rose from Angel Rakshasa Dong's throat.

Step by step, she walked toward the Sea God on the ground. The shovel in her hand dragged across the floor, producing a shrill "Screech—screech—" like the Grim Reaper's scythe foretelling its harvest.

The Sea God's pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints!

I'm toast!

"My lord, spare me!"

"Angel! I was wrong! I really was wrong!"

The Sea God no longer cared about his dignity and repeatedly begged the Angel God for forgiveness.

Just as that shovel, still carrying the fresh scent of soil, was about to come down.

Suddenly, within her spiritual sea, the Rakshasa God's leisurely voice rang out with a provocative tone, clearly eager to stir up trouble.

[Come on, sis. What's the point of just smacking him to death with one shovel?]

[That's letting him off too easily.]

The Angel God stopped.

The Rakshasa God's voice continued to echo through her spiritual sea, like the whisper of a demon.

[Killing someone is so boring.]

[Look at that kid named Tang San outside. Isn't he working awfully hard at digging holes?]

Angel Rakshasa Dong turned