Nangong Liuyun patted Su Luo's little butt: "Get up and get dressed."
But Su Luo hugged his arm and said, "I only hear the new people laughing, but how can I see the old people crying? You definitely don't want me anymore, wuwuwu."
"You want me to do it to you immediately? It's not impossible." Nangong Liuyun's dark starry eyes sparkled.
"Rogue!" Su Luo quickly got up and put on her clothes, but she still asked, "What should I do? Still hide in the screen?"
Nangong Liuyun thought of Su Luo's appearance before: "Pretending to be a young boy."
"Okay!" This Su Luo has experience.
"What number are you playing?" Su Luo asked with great interest.
"No. 13." Nangong Liuyun said, "No. 13 became your scapegoat last night. It's just right for you to play the role now."
It turns 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 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 beside Nangong Liuyun legitimately.
For the convenience of acting, Su Luo carefully paid attention to the faces of these people. Her brain, which was improved by the wisdom skull, was more healthy. It was very useful. After just one glance, she would never forget them again.
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 extremely anxious.
Nangong Liuyun patted Su Luo on the head: "Don't leave my side even an inch."
"Yeah!" Su Luo nodded solemnly.
Nangong Liuyun removed the ban on the door.
"Bang——" Yaojia lost her balance and fell inside. Fortunately, she quickly stabilized her staggering steps.
"Luoying, you——" Yaojia saw Master Luoying, dressed in a white brocade robe, sitting there leisurely, and beside him stood a thin figure of a man in black.
Yaojia glanced at the number on Su Luo's waist: "Thirteen, get out first!"
She had something to talk to Luoying.
Su Luo looked at this strong and domineering love rival, curled her lips and did not listen to her words.
Yaojia looked at No. 13 in disbelief!
There are still people in Guizhan who don't listen to her orders? This is a way to seek death.
Yaojia's eyes widened, but before she could speak, Nangong Liuyun glanced at her coldly: "Did you catch the thief last night?"
Yaojia admired Nangong Liuyun like a god. The anger in his heart disappeared, and he smiled charmingly to please: "Well, what I have caught is just a corpse."
That is indeed the body of No. 17, not a fake.
"Did you get all the weapon marks back?" 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 fragrant tea, and the mist was steaming, blurring the sarcasm that flashed through his eyes.
"Didn't you say that there were fifteen kinds of weapon marks on her body, and none of them were found?" Nangong Liuyun's voice was soft and light, falling like a feather, but in Yaojia's heart, it felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on her.
She looked up and saw the disdain and ridicule in his eyes.
Yaojia's eyes instantly turned red with anger.
He could hit her, scold her or ignore her, but what she couldn't bear the most was that he looked down on her!
That slight curve of disdainful lips was the nightmare in Yaojia's heart.