Su Luo and Zi Yan lay on the wall, holding their breath and looking down carefully.
Li Yaoyao was slapped by Zi Yan before, and her body flew out of the window and fell to the ground. At this time, she was lying on the wide road, her body exuding a seductive luster under the moonlight.
Li Yaoyao was knocked unconscious by the slap, so her eyes were closed tightly and she was in a coma.
Not far away, a figure flew away without stopping.
The man who flew away was the first-order man that Su Luo had sensed before.
"It's such a pity to let him go like this." Zi Yan held her chin in her hands and sighed with regret.
Su Luo patted her head: "Do you want your thoughts to be so evil?"
In fact, Su Luo's smile was more evil than Zi Yan's.
"Do you know what I hope for most now?" Zi Yan shook her head and smiled proudly.
"What?" Su Luo lay on the roof side by side with her, looking at Li Yaoyao who was lying naked below, and took the time to glance at Zi Yan.
"I really hope that a beggar will come from the corner of the street at this time. This beggar will be dirty and ugly. He has not taken a bath in several years. He has unkempt hair and a dirty face. Best of all, he will also have injuries and festering abscesses on his body..." Zi
Yan described it excitedly and nodded with satisfaction.
Su Luo poked Zi Yan's forehead angrily: "Little girl, isn't this not good?"
Zi Yan pursed her lips and smiled: "Don't you think so in your heart?"
Su Luo smiled and rolled her eyes: "It's enough if you already know it, why bother to say it out loud?"
The two were talking and laughing, while poor Li Yaoyao was just naked, lying on the cold ground, basking in the moonlight.
"Hey! Look, look, what is that?!" Zi Yan suddenly became excited, grabbing Su Luo's hand and pointing to a dark figure in the corner ahead.
At this time, the figure turned a corner and walked slowly this way.
Su Luo was shocked at first, then trembled all over, and finally burst out laughing.
Zi Yan, is that Chrysostom? What do you mean?
Isn't the person walking in front of me the dirty, ugly, disheveled beggar who hasn't bathed in years?!
At this time, Zi Yan was also dumbfounded, staring at the boss with a pair of black and clear eyes.
"Is it a crow?" Su Luo asked jokingly. The beak of a crow is like a crow, so it's really effective.
"This... I'm really just talking." Zi Yan defended in a low voice, but then an expression of excitement appeared on her face, "I'm really looking forward to the next plot, please don't disappoint!"
So, the dark eyes of the two gossip girls were shining, and they stared attentively at the beggar with a dirty sack on his body and a broken bowl in his hand.
As he got closer, he could see that the beggar was about forty or fifty years old. One of his legs was lame. There was a hideous wound on the exposed wound. The wound was covered with abscesses and looked disgusting.
He kept his head lowered and limped forward.
At this moment, suddenly, he stepped on something under his feet, staggered and almost fell.
"What is it?" The beggar looked down, and through the bright moonlight, he could clearly see a piece of crimson cloth being stepped on under his feet.
Bellyband?!
The beggar's eyes suddenly lit up.
At this moment, suddenly, he stepped on something under his feet, staggered and almost fell.
"What is it?" The beggar looked down, and through the bright moonlight, he could clearly see a piece of crimson cloth that he had stepped on...