After buying clothes, Huang Tingting said, "Cousin, I know there is a jewelry store nearby that sells something very good. Can we go shopping later?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mengyao nodded in interest and said, "Okay!"

Yang Feng next to him sighed, "No! I still have to buy things, but I can't lift both hands."

At this time, Yang Feng was carrying shopping bags in both hands, and even four or five shopping bags were hanging around his neck.

Yang Feng couldn't help but sigh that he was tired when going shopping with a woman, and it was even more troublesome than killing someone.

Huang Tingting snorted and said, "No matter you, you can find a way by yourself."

After saying this, Huang Tingting took Chen Mengyao to the jewelry store.

Seeing this, Yang Feng looked speechless, and he had no choice but to follow him.

Soon, Chen Mengyao and Huang Tingting arrived at a luxury jewelry store.

All the jewelry sold in this luxury jewelry store is designed by top jewelry masters, so each piece of jewelry is very expensive.

"So beautiful!"

When they entered the store, they saw so many beautiful jewelry, which made Huang Tingting and Chen Mengyao look particularly excited.

Yang Feng walked in with a look of slouch. In his opinion, these jewelry cannot be eaten, so he doesn't know what it is for.

"Hello, is there anything that can help you?"

Soon, a waiter came over and asked with a smile on his face.

"Cousin, look at this necklace is so beautiful!"

At this moment, Huang Tingting pointed at a necklace and shouted excitedly.

Yang Feng looked over and found that the necklace was made of platinum. The pendant part of the necklace was made of sapphire, which looked very beautiful. No wonder it attracted Huang Tingting's attention.

When Chen Mengyao saw this platinum necklace, she also had a heart-warming expression on her face.

The waiter on the side saw it and quickly smiled: "You two have great visions. This platinum jewelry necklace was designed by Field, the top famous French jewelry designer. There are only three in the world. This one is the only one in China."

Hearing the name Field, Yang Feng's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Wow, it turned out to be designed by Master Field." Huang Tingting exclaimed with a look of marvel: "Cousin, do you know? Mr. Field is an international top jewelry design master. Every piece of jewelry he designed will cause countless people to compete."

Chen Mengyao asked in disbelief: "Is it true or false?"

Huang Tingting nodded vigorously and said, "Of course it's true! It is said that Mr. Field once designed a necklace of angel tears. As soon as the necklace came out, it immediately caused countless women to compete for it, but in the end it was snatched away by a man named Death, and it is said to be given to a woman he loves."

"Really? If that god of death could give me the angel's tears, I would definitely marry him."

Hearing this, Chen Mengyao said to herself with a silly face.

Huang Tingting nodded and said, "So too! I heard that this God of Death is the most powerful man in the world. Few people have seen him look. In order to get this necklace of angel tears, God of Death personally snatched it from the prince of a royal family in a Middle East country."

"Ah! I snatched it from the prince of a country in the Middle East. This is too exaggerated!" Chen Mengyao said in disbelief.

Huang Tingting said: "I also heard from a friend. He said that in order to steal the necklace, a man held a submachine gun and directly killed the palace where the prince lived, forcing the prince to hand over the angel tears to him."

"What awesome, a manly man. If I can marry him, I will be satisfied for the rest of my life." Chen Mengyao said to herself with admiration.

Seeing this, Yang Feng couldn't stand it anymore. He coughed and said, "Cough cough! Sorry to disturb me. Actually, the god of death you are talking about is me."

While saying this, Yang Feng showed a confident smile.

I don’t know why when Chen Mengyao saw Yang Feng’s confident smile, she suddenly realized that Yang Feng’s image became particularly tall, especially the deep eyes seemed to hide countless secrets.

Seeing Chen Mengyao's dazed expression, Yang Feng smiled stinkyly and said, "How is it? Do you really want to marry me!"

Hearing this, Yang Feng's tall image in Chen Mengyao's mind collapsed in an instant.

Chen Mengyao said angrily: "Yang Feng, can you stop talking nonsense? How could you be the god of death just like this?"

"I'm really a god of death!" Yang Feng shouted.

Chen Mengyao snorted coldly and said, "Yang Feng, if you are the god of death, then I will not only marry you immediately, but I can even let me serve you for the rest of my life."

When Yang Feng heard this, he was overjoyed: "Really? That's what you said, don't regret it!"

Chen Mengyao said disdainfully: "It's a pity that you are not, so I will never marry you."

Uh? When Yang Feng heard Chen Mengyao's words, he suddenly felt black.

Huang Tingting next to him laughed and said, "Yang Feng, don't be embarrassed. How could a man with a man of the same masculine temperament as God of Death be you? I think you shouldn't dream anymore!"

Yang Feng was completely speechless at this moment. To be honest, no one believed it these days.

"I'm really a god of death!" Yang Feng shouted with a grievance.

Chen Mengyao and Huang Tingting ignored Yang Feng's words at all.

In the eyes of Chen Mengyao and Huang Tingting, Yang Feng would definitely not be the god of death.

When Yang Feng saw Chen Mengyao and Huang Tingting ignore him, he was extremely depressed.

"Forget it, after you know the truth, you will definitely scare your eyes to the ground." Yang Feng sighed lightly and comforted himself.

In fact, it was not as exaggerated as Huang Tingting said. After that guy Field designed the Angel Tears, the demon girl took a fancy to it at a glance and insisted on getting it.

Yang Feng had no choice but to go to Field himself, but the bastard of Field sold Angel Tears to the royal prince of a country in a Middle East for one billion dollars.

Originally, Yang Feng wanted to buy back the angel tears with money. After all, for Yang Feng, a billion beauties are not too much money. Unfortunately, the prince's mind was in trouble and he ignored Yang Feng at all.

Yang Feng was furious and killed him with a submachine gun.

When Yang Feng pointed the gun at the prince's head, the prince was so scared that he urinated, and then obediently handed the angel tears to him. After receiving the angel tears, Yang Feng gave it to the demon.

Of course, the prince suffered such a big loss and could not easily say it. He sent an army to encircle Yang Feng's Death Mercenary Group, but the army was completely destroyed by Yang Feng and the Death Mercenary Group.

Finally, Yang Feng brought people to the prince's palace again. After slapped him a few times in the face, the prince finally became honest and never dared to offend Yang Feng again.
Chapter completed!