With a swift motion of his hand, Little Taotie held up the mask, a victorious smile on his face.
But the smile didn't last long; it froze there.
Beneath the mask was another mask.
Little Taotie slightly opened his small mouth, utterly shocked, "You wear a mask under your helmet; aren't you hot?"
The War God stretched out his hand and, with a gesture, the helmet returned to his hand. He put on the helmet, "When the helmet falls off without my will, this mask automatically appears; normally, I don't wear both at the same time."
Little Taotie tilted his head and asked, "Are you very ugly?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"If you're not ugly, if you're not insecure, why wear a helmet?"
"Do you really want to see my face that much?"
"Yes, I do."
Little Taotie pointed at himself, "Do you want to see what I'll look like when I grow up? Let's trade; I'll grow up and you show me your face!"
The War God's gaze flickered, "I've seen it before."
"Seen it?"
"Yes."
