Some of them she can only rely on guesswork and deception.
"There are many things in the world that she shouldn't not know, and indeed she doesn't know. Especially sometimes when I look at the faces of you and her in disguise, I feel...probably not the girl from Murong Villa." Duanhun said.
My own guess.
Guchengbi slowly frowned and said suddenly: "I'll go see her."
When she arrived at Lingshan Mountain, she was climbing a rock. After jumping lightly onto the mountain peak, she was going to pick a certain medicinal herb.
Gucheng Bi walked up easily and grabbed the medicinal herbs in his hand before her.[
She immediately frowned, "Are you here to steal something? You can refine the poison yourself!"
He smiled slowly and gently threw the things into her basket.
"What?"
He replied casually: "Help you."
She said lukewarmly, "That's weird. Every time I go to Lingshan, you have never come to help me."
"Not today?"
The two people climbed all the way up to a high place and looked down at the bottom of the mountain.
"When did it happen?" he suddenly asked calmly.
Murong Qingshuang knew what he was talking about and deliberately asked: "What time?"
"Amnesia." He answered very directly.
"None of your business!" She rolled her eyes at him and continued to climb up the mountain.
Guchengbi grabbed her arm with a force that was neither light nor heavy. If she shook her hand, she would definitely be able to shake it off.
She slowly turned around and used her other hand to pull his hand away, "Men and women cannot kiss each other!"
"Qingshuang." His voice suddenly changed.
The high-spirited purity no longer pretends to be hoarse.
It sounds reminiscent of the feeling of melting snow on the mountains, but also of clear streams.
She frowned slightly, turned her head slowly, and looked at him strangely, "Is this your original voice, or are you performing your ventriloquism on me, showing off your omnipotence?"
Guchengbi kept staring at her eyes, trying to see something from them, but he was only confused, confused!
"Even if you can imitate the voices of many, many people, I wouldn't think it's that novel. Conan can use props, and Kaitou Kidd can do it himself. You can't be said to be so unique." She said thoughtfully.
Said thoughtfully, thinking it was humorous.[
It's just that the people in front of her couldn't understand her words at all.
"Murong, Qingshuang..." He looked at her in the same voice as before and read her name again slowly and clearly.
