"If I die..."
Motan did a carefree backflip on the spot, landing lightly on the shoulder of a drooling Stitched Monster, holding his cheek with one hand and smiling at Feather Song: "You'd be really troubled, wouldn't you?"
Feather Song gritted her teeth and plunged her dagger into the chest of a human female Zombie with an extremely hot figure but a face blurred with Flesh, angry: "Not doing anything like this is no different from being dead, is it?!"
Motan lazily raised his left hand, which had somehow been fitted with a metallic claw, and steadily blocked the big fist of the Stitched Monster that was smashing towards him, shaking his head: "You can't say it like that. I think as long as I'm alive, even if I don't do anything, I give you peace of mind, Honey~"
"Ha, your aunt!"
