Nangong Liuyun patted Su Luo's little butt: "Get up and get dressed."
Su Luo hugged his arm and didn't move: "I only hear the new people laughing, how can the old people cry? You definitely don't want me anymore, woo woo~~"
"Want me to do you right away? It's not impossible." Nangong Liuyun's dark star eyes shone brightly.
"Rogue!" Su Luo quickly got up and put on her clothes, but she still asked, "What should I do? Still hiding in the screen?"
Nangong Liuyun remembered what Su Luo looked like before: "Playing as a servant."
"Okay!" This Su Luo had experience.
"What number do you play?" Su Luo asked with interest.
"Number 13." Nangong Liuyun said, "Number 13 has become your scapegoat last night, so it's just right for you to play the role now."
It turned out that before Su Luo was brought back to the camp by Nangong Liuyun last night, one of the things Nangong Liuyun did was to use No. 13 as a surrogate ghost and design him to be the original No. 17.
Yaojia and the others had already killed the Su Luo thief, but in fact the body they killed was the thirteenth.
Su Luo could just play No. 13 now, and justifiably stayed by Nangong Liuyun's side.
For the convenience of acting, Su Luo stabbed the faces of these people carefully. She has paid careful attention to it, and it is healthier for her brain, which has been enhanced by the brain of wisdom.
Su Luo held her breath and began to meditate, and soon she transformed into the appearance of No. 13.
At this time, Yaojia outside was already in a hurry.
Nangong Liuyun patted Su Luo's head: "Don't leave my side for an inch."
"Yeah!" Su Luo nodded solemnly.
Nangong Liuyun lifted the restriction at the door.
"Bang—" Yaojia fell unsteadily inward, but fortunately, she quickly stabilized her staggering steps.
"Luoying you—" Yaojia saw Lord Luoying in a white brocade robe, sitting there leisurely, with a thin figure in black standing beside him.
Yaojia glanced at the number on Su Luo's waist: "Thirteen, get out first!"
She has something to say to Luo Ying.
Su Luo looked at this powerful and domineering rival in love, pouted, and did not listen to her.
Haruka looked at No. 13 in disbelief!
There were still people in the thorns who didn't obey her orders? This is the rhythm of courting death.
Yaojia's eyes widened, but before she could speak, Nangong Liuyun glanced coldly: "Did you catch the little thief last night?"
Yaojia admired Nangong Liuyun like a god, his anger subsided, his smile bewitching and flattering: "Well, what I have caught is just a corpse."
It was indeed No. 17's body, not a fake.
"Have you got all the weapon marks?" Nangong Liuyun raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile.
"This..." Yaojia clenched his fists, angry and depressed: "No."
Nangong Liuyun slowly sipped the tea, the dense mist was steaming, obscuring the sneering that flashed across his eyes.
"Isn't it that she has fifteen weapon marks on her body, and none of them have been found?" Nangong Liuyun's voice was soft and indifferent, falling like a feather, but in Yaojia's heart, it seemed like a mountain was pressing down.
She looked up and saw the disdain and ridicule in his eyes.
Haruka's eyes instantly turned red.
He can beat her, scold her, or neglect her, but what she can't stand the most is that he can't look at her!
The slightly contemptuous curvature of the lips was a nightmare in Yaojia's heart.