No, could it be that he really wanted to......

"Come again!"

He looked excited, as if a man who had been thirsty for a long time in the desert had suddenly found a pool of clear and bright water.

Flor pointed to his neck with his remaining left hand. "Come here, little girl, start harder, don't be soft."

"Please sober up, Mr. Flore." Mu Yuanfei hid the scythe behind him, "Although I don't know why you want me to do that, I think ...... I'd be better off putting the knife away now. ”

"If you don't want to come, give it to me!"

Flor sprang over like a salute from a salute, and he grabbed Mu Yuanfei's hand holding the sickle and pulled it out of her back. After a trembling ecstasy of imabout to get what he wanted, he quickly decayed, for the thing that he was so satisfied with that he thought it was at his fingertips was not where he imagined it to be, and the emptiness and disappointment that came with it overwhelmed him, and with him his otherwise straight form.

He gasped as if even his spirit had disappeared with the scythe. “…… What about things? ”

"Put it away." Mu Yuanfei saw that he looked at her as if he was going to skin her alive, so he hurriedly added, "Put it in a place where only I can get it." ”

"Hand it over! Otherwise, I'll—"

Froll held out his solitary hand and made a pinching menacing motion.

"You can try." Mu Yuanfei calmed down instead, "I will only do the same behavior as just now, if you want to break another arm...... Then come on. ”

He took a few steps back.

"By the way, the damage caused by the Death Scythe is irreversible." Mu Yuanfei adjusted his sitting posture to a state that made him comfortable, "In other words, your arm can't come back." Didn't you notice that your right hand hadn't grown up yet? With your level in your race, with your ability, it's not difficult to live in an instant, right? ”

She stretched. "If you want to be the 'Broer with a broken arm', do whatever you want."

He was silent. Mu Yuanfei found that he had been silent for a lot of time, maybe he was thinking about the pros and cons, or maybe it was ...... He is this kind of character who is not good at words. However, when it comes to bad words, there must be its antonym - to be able to speak well, this is to speak well...... Dasha can be counted as one.

Mu Yuanfei leaned on the back of the chair, guessing the situation on Luo Wende's side. I don't know if he will be in the scheme, or will he be in the scheme, or will he be in the scheme?

……

"I think I disagree with your claim, Miss Dasha."

Dasha didn't expect Lowender to say such a thing after her hard-working performance.

"You ......," she squeezed out a smile, "Mr. Loos, what did you say?" ”

"You guys......" Loevener took a sip of the tea that Dasha had just poured him, "no, it's just you, Miss Dasha, who has been leading my sister down the path of the murderer, haven't you?" ”

Dasha looked at him with a cold expression.

"You must wonder why your illusion is useless." Luo Wende then took another sip of tea, "You are really careful, the fragrance that wafts throughout the room, the hallucinogenic perfume that seems to be absent on your body, and the tea that has been given psychedelic drugs, is unexpected and unguardable." ”

"So, you know you're still so drunk."

"It's because your tea is really well brewed." Luo Wende smiled, "Besides, if you don't drink it carefully, how can you drink what ingredients are added to your 'psychedelic tea'?" ”

“…… Okay, stop talking nonsense, where exactly did you see something was wrong? ”

"Uh-huh, it's simple." Lovend put down the teacup, "Because from beginning to end, you are the only one who is talking!" ”

He gestured to the people in the room. "Don't they have to express their opinion on Cailliaud's death? Like you said—"

Lovinge leaned close to her and whispered softly in her ear: "This is your dear friend and soul! How can you be willing to say nothing about his death? ”

Dasha looked at him with some anger in her eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, get angry, be angry with yourself." Lovend got up, "You haven't grown in so many years...... Tsk, shouldn't you be a little angry with yourself? ”

"Sure enough, sure enough."

He was a little contemptuous, and threw a word at Dasha, who was still staring at him.

"Dasha Ángelo Ethel, no matter how hard you try to catch up, you're still no match for the greatest witch in the world—"

Unhurriedly, he uttered the nightmarish name to Dasha Ángelo Ethel.

"Gloria Kadyrovwest."