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On the way home, I met many friendly and cordial greetings.

"Elder Fan, I heard that your sword was cut off? Please express your condolences."

"Your Majesty Elder, if the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come. I hope you can find a better one."

"Hey, Boss Fan, I heard that your most beloved weapon was cut off? Can you give me the fragments?"

It was very good at first, with sincere blessings, and I responded patiently.

"No festivals, no mourning."

"Soon, soon."

"Get out, get out."

Later, the greetings gradually changed, such as this one.

"Brother Wu, I heard that your sword is gone?"

"Junior Brother Wu, I heard that you were finally killed by Alto?"

Sword? What kind of sword is it?

Cut? What is cut?

Please speak clearly once and for all and don't cause unnecessary misunderstandings, you bastards! Finally, do you still have to have a good time?

It has only been a few hours, where did the news come from? By elimination, it is absolutely impossible to be Artoria, so the only thing left is...

Well, there is no need for any elimination method at all, the dwarf's mouth is a sieve with holes.

I feel a little bit sick. If I had known, I would not have gone to Mu Aiao Donggua no matter what. Not only did the news leak out, but I was treated as free labor and spent the whole afternoon in the blacksmith shop. I was almost cooked.

Moreover, I have a hunch that before tomorrow, this small incident, which could not be simpler, will be compiled into a variety of medium-length gossips. Based on my many years of experience in bars, it should be "Hundred Race Faces".

The most popular scripts are "The first love does not change, the one who is in hell does not forget to accept a new concubine, the elf queen cannot bear it anymore, and tearfully cuts off the root of her husband's troubles".

Among them, how to cut off, when, where, under what circumstances, and what he was doing just a moment ago are the most talked about doubts.

Following this question and continuing the discussion, I also thought of the most popular explanation. The hot words are nothing more than liking the new and hating the old, staying out all night, staying alone in an empty room, catching someone raped in bed, begging hard, not being moved, frequent domestic violence, and pregnancy.

In September, I stood firm for my son, rolled down the stairs, was beaten by chickens and eggs, started to be confused and finally gave up, all thoughts were lost, love turned to hate, and rushed to hell.

You see, the most popular urban romantic drama nowadays has an outline. Add in two men, two women, two polyamorous relationships, a strong stepmother, a cowardly father, a scheming father, a best friend, a turtle, a divorce, a car accident, amnesia, a terminal illness, and why the bar is so exciting?

I thought that instead of letting rumors spread all over the place, why not make one up myself? At least it would be within the scope of my own imagination.

When I was thinking about this idea of ​​damaging myself a thousand times and hurting myself eight hundred times, I met Miss Spider at the door of my house.

"Hello."

"Hmm...Hello, Ms. Elian, what are you..."

"I was invited to the banquet. Why, you're not welcome?"

"No, I'm just worried that the too noisy atmosphere might make you unhappy."

"It doesn't matter. Although I like peace and quiet, the occasional noise is also a good experience. Besides, I have also experienced no matter how lively the banquet is."

After Miss Spider said this, she seemed to be unable to help but fall into the tide of memories, and her dark eyes gradually became blurred.

"That was a time a long time ago. The development of the divine religion was very smooth. Compared with the many unknown disasters before, it was like a dream. In just ten years, there were already more than a million believers. To celebrate,

I decided to hold a grand holy banquet and invited all the middle and high-level believers, more than a thousand people..."

"Then there is a local tradition that during festivals, a large amount of flour will be prepared. Everyone will grab the flour and pour it on the people nearby to show that they have enough food and clothing. On that day, in the newly built magnificent temple, thousands of believers also did the same

Celebration, right."

Miss Spider nodded silently, showing no signs of surprise. When she revealed her only name, Elian, she already knew that all the details about her presence in the mainland would be revealed.

She just looked at me with inquiring eyes: "After so many years, I only have a little curiosity left in my heart. I wonder who the assassin is in the big explosion that happened at nightfall. I wonder if the elder can explain it to me.

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"I'm sorry that the identity of that mysterious and heroic assassin has not been handed down and known to the world."

When I first read The Eighty-Seventh Way to Die, I wanted to add a preface to it, just like when I read Detective Comics and circled the criminals when they appeared.

The assassin is flour!!!

"That's such a pity. It seems that that failure will become an unsolved mystery again."

I don't know why, when Miss Spider said the word "again" calmly, my eyes were a little sore, and I suddenly felt how humble and insignificant I was who was worrying about rumors and gossip.

This time, I lost the competition. Miss Spider won the crown again with her absolute dominance.

I don’t know why, but after I separated from Miss Spider, I felt inexplicably angry.

Until I met the Shuangna group head-on, I just said one sentence.

"I heard that your thing was cut?"

"The murder weapon stained with blood has finally been beheaded."

Seeing the teasing looks in their eyes, there was only one sentence left in my mind.

Hey, female demon, take a stick from me!

But no, I can't even think about it. This makes me more convinced that I am a monkey.

These two female seductresses...ah, these two female perverts, I don't know them well yet? I just pretend to be them, and then they show their true colors one by one.

"What is that thing you are talking about? Have you seen it? Touched it? Used it? Eaten it? Why don't you explain it clearly? You are so hesitant and secretive. When did your little female dragon Lena even say that?

Don’t you have the courage to tell the truth anymore?”

Then she said to Ben Zina: "What blood? What murder weapon? Did it stain yours? Otherwise, what does it have to do with you? By the way, does the doll have blood? Give me Kangkang?"

Two heavy punches in counterattack made Shuang Na's face flush with blood.

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"Vilas." Rena, whose blush was still lingering, shook her hand at the little cook in the kitchen: "Are the dishes ready?"

"It's still a little bit worse. Why, you're already hungry? You can eat a little first." The little dog wiped the fragrant sweat from his temples, and his face was illuminated by the orange light of the kitchen fire, and his gentle, watery black eyes were just like that.

Like a compassionate Bodhisattva.

"Just a little bit... Ah, that's not it. I'm not looking for you because I'm hungry, although I'm indeed a little hungry." Nana behind her tugged her sleeve, and Reina finally remembered the business.

"I want you to add one more dish."

She dragged out a violently squirming living body from the darkness, her smile gradually becoming ferocious.

"The name of the dish is shredded and stir-fried stuff!"

Willas: "???"

"Can't you?" Seeing the troubled look on Vilas's face, Reina quietly hid the squirming body behind her back: "Are you afraid of seeing blood? How about I get the materials for you?"

"Even if you say so..." Willas tilted her head slightly.

"Sir...this is not a toy."

"Who says he's not a toy? He is just a toy! A shameless and dirty toy!" Reina blurted out, and was immediately covered by Nana herself.

"Rena, Nana, no matter how close you are to the adults, your jokes can't go too far." Veras tightened the pan in her hand, her face filled with melting tenderness.

However, Shuang Na's cold hair stood on end, as if a pitiful, helpless rabbit had encountered a wild beast. She nodded stiffly and quickly ran away dragging the squirming living thing.

"It seems that cooking is impossible. Vilas is too keen. She has been tied up with ropes like this, but she can still recognize it at a glance."

"After all, she is the monkey's first woman." Nana was like a dog-headed strategist. She glanced at the other party. After all, she couldn't hold back her poisonous tongue and blurted out.

"You are the last one for now, there is really no comparison."
Chapter completed!