Nangong Liuyun patted Su Luo's little butt and said, "Get up and get dressed."
Su Luo held onto his arm without moving: "I only hear the laughter of the newcomers, but never the tears of the old ones. You definitely don't want me anymore, wuwuwu~~"
"You want me to kill you right now? It's not impossible." Nangong Liuyun's dark starry eyes sparkled.
"You rascal!" Su Luo quickly got up and put on her clothes, but she still asked, "What should I do? Should I still hide behind the screen?"
Nangong Liuyun recalled Su Luo's previous appearance: "Pretending to be a servant."
"Okay!" Su Luo has experience.
"Which number are you playing?" Su Luo asked with great interest.
"Number 13," Nangong Liuyun said, "Number 13 has already become your scapegoat last night, so it's just right for you to take on the role now."
It turned out that before Su Luo was brought back to the tent by Nangong Liuyun last night, Nangong Liuyun did one thing, which was to use No. 13 as a scapegoat and design him to be the original No. 17.
Yaojia and the others had already killed the little thief Su Luo, but in fact the body they killed was that of No. 13.
Su Luo can now play the role of No. 13 and stay by Nangong Liuyun's side with good reason.
In order to facilitate her role, Su Luo paid close attention to the faces of these people. It also helped her brain, which was enhanced by the wisdom skull, to be extremely useful. She would never forget a single glance.
Su Luo concentrated her mind, held her breath and began to meditate. Soon she transformed into the appearance of Number Thirteen.
At this time, Yaojia outside was extremely anxious.
Nangong Liuyun patted Su Luo's head and said, "Don't leave my side for a moment."
"Yes!" Su Luo nodded seriously.
Nangong Liuyun removed the restriction at the door.
"Bang--" Yaojia lost her balance and fell inside, 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 man in black standing beside him.
Yaojia glanced at the badge on Su Luo's waist and said, "Thirteen, get out of here first!"
She has something to say to Luoying.
Su Luo looked at this strong and overbearing rival in love, curled her lips, and didn't listen to her.
Yaojia looked at No. 13 in disbelief!
There were actually people in Guici who disobeyed her orders? This was courting death.
Yaojia's eyes narrowed, but before she could say anything, Nangong Liuyun glanced at her coldly: "Did you catch the thief from last night?"
Yaojia admired Nangong Liuyun like a god, and the anger in her heart disappeared. She smiled charmingly and flatteringly: "Well, what we have caught is just a corpse."
That was indeed the body of No. 17, not a fake.
"Have you got all the weapon marks back?" Nangong Liuyun raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile.
"This..." Haruka clenched his fists, angry and depressed: "No."
Nangong Liuyun sipped the fragrant tea leisurely, the mist rising up blurred the sneer that flashed across his eyes.
"Didn't they say that she had fifteen kinds of weapon marks on her body, but not a single one was found?" Nangong Liuyun's voice was light and faint, falling like a feather, but in Yaojia's heart, it was like a mountain pressing down.
She looked up and saw the disdain and ridicule in his eyes.
Yaojia's eyes instantly turned red with anger.
He could beat her, scold her, and ignore her, but what she couldn't stand the most was that he looked down on her!
The slightly raised, disdainful curve of the lips is Yaojia's nightmare.
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