Nangong Liuyun patted Su Luo's little butt: "Get up and put on clothes."

Su Luo hugged his arm and didn't move: "I only heard the new people laughing, how could I see the old people crying? You must not want me anymore, wuwu~~"

"I want me to deal with you right away? It's not impossible." Nangong Liuyun's dark starry eyes shining.

"Rogue!" Su Luo quickly got up and put on his clothes, but she still asked, "What should I do? I'm still hiding from the screen?"

Nangong Liuyun remembered Su Luo’s previous appearance: “Pretty as a servant.”

"Hao!" This Su Luo has experience.

"Who is the number?" Su Luo asked with interest.

"No. 13." Nangong Liuyun said, "Thirteenth last night, it turned into your scapegoat. Now you are here to play."

It turned out that before Su Luo was taken back to the camp by Nangong Liuyun last night, one thing Nangong Liuyun did was to use No. 13 as a scapegoat and designed him as the original No. 17.

Yaojia and the others had already killed the little thief Su Luo, but in fact the body they killed was No. 13.

Su Luo is now able to play No. 13, staying with Nangong Liuyun with justification.

In order to facilitate the role, Su Luo has paid close attention to the faces of these people. It is healthier to her brain, which has been lifted by the skull of wisdom. It is extremely useful. Just a glance will never forget it.

Su Luo concentrated and held her breath to meditate, and soon she turned into the 13th.

At this time, Yaojia outside was already in a hurry.

Nangong Liuyun patted Su Luo's head: "Don't leave me even if I step away."

"Yes!" Su Luozheng pointed.

Nangong Liuyun removed the ban at the door.

"Bang—" Yaojia fell into the ground with unsteady standing, but fortunately she quickly stabilized her staggering steps.

"Luoying, you--" Yaojia saw Lord Luoying wearing a white brocade robe sitting there leisurely, with a thin man in black standing beside him.

Yaojia glanced at the brand name on Su Luo's waist: "Thirteen, get out first!"

She has something to say to Luoying.

Su Luo looked at this strong and domineering rival, curled his lips and didn't listen to her.

Yaojia looked at No. 13 in disbelief!

There was actually someone in the thorn who didn't listen to her orders? This was the rhythm of seeking death.

Yaojia's eyes were straight, but before she could speak, Nangong Liuyun glanced coldly: "I caught the thief last night?"

Yaojia admired Nangong Liuyun like a god. His anger disappeared, and his smile fascinated and pleased him: "Well, what I have already caught is just a corpse."

It was indeed the body of No. 17, not a fake one.

"Have all the weapon marks been taken back?" Nangong Liuyun curled the corners of his lips with a smile.

"This..." Yaojia clenched his fists, angry and depressed: "No."

Nangong Liuyun slowly savored the fragrant tea, and the mist scent evaporated, blurring the sarcasm that flashed through his eyes.

"Didn't she say that she has fifteen weapon marks on her body, and she hasn't found any of them?" Nangong Liuyun's voice was faint, falling down like a feather, but it sounded like a mountain pressing down in Yaojia's heart.

She looked up and saw the disdain and mockery in his eyes.

Yaojia's eyes instantly turned red.

He can beat her, scold her, and neglect her, but what she can't stand the most is that he can't look down on her!
Chapter completed!