Looking at this pretty face, I couldn't appreciate it at all.

No matter how beautiful she is, I will inexplicably think of the way she turned into bones in front of me last night.

What is going on? Who is she?

I was a little disbelieving and stared at her face again.

With her petite oval face and beautiful peach blossom eyes, I obviously knew the right person. I couldn’t mistake these eyes.

The only difference is the temperament.

The headless female corpse was too sinister and eerie, and since it was not a living person, it looked particularly cold.

The woman in front of me is obviously more arrogant and has the unruly and willful temperament of a wealthy lady.

"Haha, you're scared, you lose." She suddenly said, and I could see the pride in her eyebrows.

I was indeed panicked, but not scared, more just confused.

It stands to reason that the female corpse is definitely dead. She was sent to hell by me, and her corpse turned into bones.

No matter how powerful mysticism is, it is impossible to resurrect a person whose body has been turned into bones and whose soul has been sent to the gate of hell.

Then there is only one possibility, they just look alike, but except for twins, it is impossible to look so similar.

Could she be the twin sister of the female corpse?

But according to my judgment, the female corpse must have been dead for many years, and it is unlikely that her twin sister was still a young girl.

"Who are you, and what is the purpose of coming to me?" I put away the doubts in my heart and asked in a deep voice.

But she was not afraid of me. She chuckled and said, "If you beg me, if you beg me, I will tell you."

I was so angry that I wanted to hit her, but I couldn't. After all, it was a bit unreasonable to hit her like this.

"Please? To be honest, I don't care who you are, go away."

I did the opposite, stood up directly and ignored her.

Sure enough, I had figured out her temperament. The more I acted like I didn't care, the more she got used to it.

She stood up and asked curiously: "You really don't care? You don't feel anything when you see my face?"

"How do you feel? Do you think you're pretty? Are you as good-looking as my wife?" I said indifferently, pretending not to recognize her, and after speaking, I deliberately looked at Ye Hongyu, who was suddenly complimented by me.

, her pretty face turned red instantly.

I said this on purpose, because judging from her behavior, she didn't seem to know much about what I was going through, and I guess she had only a little knowledge. But she seemed to know something about the headless female corpse, otherwise she wouldn't have known anything about it.

She wrapped herself tightly, knowing that I would be scared once I saw her face.

"Why am I not as good-looking as her? Aren't I a little less developed? You're a blind idiot." Her focus is rather strange. From the perspective of her character, she is a spoiled young lady, which is a bit unfair.

He is well versed in world affairs and obviously has little social experience.

"Are you done? You can go now. I'm going to close the store and I have to take my wife out shopping." I continued to polish her temperament.

She frowned, thought for a moment, and murmured to herself in a low voice: "Did I hear wrongly? Grandpa was just scaring me?"
Chapter completed!