Su Luo and Ziyan lay on the wall, holding their breath and looking down carefully.

Li Yaoyao was slapped by Ziyan 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 white body exuding a seductive luster in the moonlight.

Li Yaoyao was directly stunned by the slap, so at this time, her eyes were closed tightly and she was in a coma.

Not far away, a figure flew away and did not stop.

The person who flew away was the first-order man that Su Luo had sensed before.

"It's a pity, I let him go like this. Ziyan put her hands on her cheeks and sighed regretfully.

Su Luo patted her head: "Do you want to be so evil?"

In fact, Su Luo's smile was even more evil than Ziyan's.

"Do you know what I wish for most right now?" Ziyan shook her head and smiled smugly.

"What?" Su Luo was lying side by side on the roof with her, looking at Li Yaoyao who was lying on Chi Guoguo below, and took the time to glance at Ziyan.

"I wish there was a beggar coming from the corner of the street at this time, this beggar would be dirty, ugly, the kind that hadn't been bathed for a few years, unkempt, and preferably bruised, festering and abscess...... Ziyan described excitedly, nodding with satisfaction.

Su Luo poked Ziyan's forehead angrily: "Little girl, isn't this good?"

Zi Yan pursed her lips and smiled: "Don't you think so in your heart?"

Su Luo smiled and bent his eyes: "You just need to know it, why bother to say it?"

The two talked and laughed, and poor Li Yaoyao was so naked, lying on the cold ground, basking in the moonlight.

"Huh, look, what is that?!" Zi Yan suddenly became excited, grabbed Su Luo's hand, and pointed to a black figure around the corner in front of her.

At this moment, the figure was turning a corner and slowly walking towards this side.

Su Luo was shocked at first, then trembled slightly, and finally burst out laughing.

Ziyan: Is that Chrysostom?

The one who walked in front of him was not the dirty, ugly, unkempt, and unkempt beggar in Ziyan's mouth, who hadn't taken a bath for several years?!

At this time, Ziyan was also dumbfounded, and a pair of black and clear eyes stared at the boss.

"Think it's a crow?" Su Luo asked jokingly. The crow's beak is the same, but it's really effective.

"This ...... I'm really just talking. Ziyan defended in a low voice, but then an excited expression appeared on her face, "I'm looking forward to the next plot, please don't disappoint!"

So, the two gossip girls, their dark eyes sparkling, staring intently at the beggar with a dirty sack and a broken bowl in his hand.

When I got closer, I could see that the beggar was about forty or fifty years old, with one leg a little lame, and a hideous wound on the exposed wound, which was covered with abscesses and looked disgusting.

He kept his head down and limped forward.

At this moment, suddenly, he stepped on something under his feet, stumbled and almost fell.

"What is it?" the beggar looked down, and by the moonlight, which was as clear as water, he could clearly see a piece of crimson cloth trampled under his feet.

Belly pocket?!

The beggar's eyes suddenly lit up, and a ** that had been suppressed for many years instantly came to his mind.

The beggar looked down, sneakily picked up the fragrant red belly pocket, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and then let out a rough gasp of satisfaction.