Half a month later, in the Supervisory Office.
"It's been nineteen days since I last saw Mr. Bai and Supervisor Shen. I hope nothing will happen?" Chu Yan stood in front of the mirror with a worried look on his face.
The Itardo witch crossed her legs, supported her ghostly right cheek with one hand, raised her beautiful left face, and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, baby, it's just a harmless little game for adults. Except that some annoying guy named Shen might be locked in an unknown corner and crying his tears dry, what big deal can happen? He won't die."
Chu Yan: “…”
"Oh, no, the necklace still doesn't match." The Witch of Italdo rummaged through her dazzling jewelry box and excitedly held out a pear-shaped ruby crown: "Baby, try this, the devil's red rose! The sinful black swan!"
Chu Yan: “… … …”
On the sofa in the office, high-end dresses from major brands are piled up like a mountain, and a whole row of jewelry boxes are opened, dazzling with jewels and precious stones. These are all the outstanding contributions made by Mr. Bai Sheng, Goodwill Ambassador of the Earth.
According to Shuishihua, it would be unjust if the Nobel Prize for Evolution and Peace was not awarded to Bai Sheng. He has driven the sales of many brands such as Chanel, Hermes, and Kaya in Greater China, and won the sincere gratitude of the alien friend Italdo Witch for the Earth, making him the first person to contribute to interstellar diplomacy.
The witch has almost no interest in eating people and causing destruction now, because there are too many clothes, so she has developed a new hobby: playing with action figures. The action figure's name is Chu Yan. At present, she has designed many sets of looks for Chu Yan, including but not limited to: rotten little sweet peach, poisonous angel eyes, doomsday wasteland romantic girl, fragrant man-eating white rose; each set of looks is matched with expensive jewelry, which is far better than other major dress-up games.
The office door opened with a click. Chen Miao and Yang Xiaodao were trembling on the bench outside the door. The witch walked out with her head held high and her chest puffed out: "Stupid humans, raise the score cards in your hands!" Then she waved her hand back solemnly.
Chu Yan had a numb face. She was wearing a Dior black gauze dress, lace long gloves, an antique ruby crown on her head, Gothic embroidered high boots on her feet, and a black, silver and vermilion lacquered whip found on the wall of the interrogation room in her hand. Her new look made a brilliant appearance.
Without any hesitation, Chen Miao and Yang Xiaodao rushed to raise their signs, gave two 10 points each, and accompanied them with respectful and praising expressions as if they wanted to dig out their hearts and livers.
The witch expressed satisfaction: "Very good, you have good taste. You don't have to die."
They both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, still sweating and frightened, because today was another day of escaping death in the witch dress-up game.
As an alien friend, the witch has no concept of money. She can give away shiny diamonds and jewelry when she gets tired of playing with them. Before, Shui Ronghua was very embarrassed to accept a Kashmir sapphire hairpin at Bai Sheng's invitation. The witch gave Chen Miao a diamond bracelet to give to his girlfriend in the future; in the end, most of the equipment was given to the doll Chu Xiaoyan. Bai Sheng opened a safe for her. The little girl is still working hard to establish a stray animal protection fund in the future.
"Hey, what are you doing?" A voice like spring breeze came from the end of the corridor, "Is the new skin of our support hero Chu Xiaoyan officially announced?"