"What's that?" The angel sculpture was angry again, "I'm so handsome, I actually say I'm a stinky stone?" ”

"You're made of stone, and it's right." Leaf dill helps cavity pudding.

"Then I don't stink either!" The angel sculpture expresses dissatisfaction.

"Then why don't I throw some sulfuric acid on your handsome face?" Ye Dill proposed, "Then you stink." ”

Angel Sculpture: "......"

Depend on!

How can this be true?

Obviously he is handsome and not smelly, this person has to open his eyes and say nonsense, as soon as he resists, this woman is actually ready to turn him into what she says.

It's too much!

"That's right," Before the angel sculpture could come to its senses, Ye Dill slashed at the angel sculpture's forehead again, "If you dare to do anything wrong with my pet, I will chop you to pieces." ”

"Damn!!" The angel sculpture cried out in pain, "My handsome face!!" ”

At this time, an obvious sword mark had appeared on the forehead of the angel sculpture, and even a small piece of marble had collapsed on it, as if a crack had been cracked in his head.

"Remember?" Ye Dill pointed at the eyes of the angel sculpture with the tip of her sword.

"Since you don't want me to do anything to that little thing, you should find the murderer as soon as possible, clear the level and leave the game!" The angel sculpture said angrily, "The scene just now is so obvious, you don't even have anything to say to me, I think you are a fool." ”

"I think you're too stupid to say such things to me." Ye Dill shot back coldly.

Her light brown eyes stared silently at the angel sculpture, a calm gaze that gave a sense of insight that saw through everything.

The angel sculpture suddenly had a feeling that there was nothing to hide, and he was silent and did not speak again. Number Seven

Ye Dill took a sword and cut off the other arm of the angel sculpture.

Angel Sculpture: "......"

Depend on!

"Do you have a penchant for chopping things?" The angel sculpture couldn't help but complain, "Okay, what are you doing with another arm of mine!" ”

"Anyway, your head is not on your body, so what if I just cut off another arm?" Ye Dill asked rhetorically.

"Good...... It seems to be the same......" The angel sculpture felt a little brainwashed, and he quickly retorted, "Phew, it's not!" You've cut off my head, what are you doing with my arm! ”

Ye Dill didn't answer, but the angel sculpture soon knew her purpose.

She placed her two severed arms side by side, leaving a little space in between, while she lay between them wrapped in a thin blanket.

It looks like a simple narrow bed.

With the cover on both sides, it is not easy for people to roll at will, but it is safer.

Angel Sculpture: "......"

Why didn't he realize that his arm was still used for this?

Ye Dill turned her back to the head of the angel sculpture, but her eyes were open and she did not immediately sleep.

In fact, when she first saw that Wu Yuxiang was going to attack Sun Dafu, she was also a little surprised, and even guessed whether she would not succeed in the end.

But looking at Wu Yuxiang's reaction just now, he did act with firm determination.

And while listening to Wu Yuxiang and them, she also took the time to look through the last diary displayed in the diary.

This diary should have been written by Wu Yuxiang and the cheongsam woman after attending the party, although the diary did not say it explicitly, but from her flying font and the occasional few words, it can be seen that her plan today was successful.