Su Tzu understands.

Turned around.

I stopped talking to her and let her continue to work hard to cook unknown dishes.

When she returned to the living room, Su Tor smelled a strange smell.

It's the fishy smell after mopping the floor with a mop, which is particularly heavy.

I didn't notice it before, but now I smell it clearly.

There is this smell around the sofa, which is very strong, and there are water marks when you step on the slippers. This place is dragged over.

Su Tou walked to Xia Lier's room door, and the door with a doll hanging on the door handle twisted and opened.

Perhaps it was because it had been closed for too long that the air inside ran towards the door.

A pungent smell of blood came over the street.

"Ah. That's it."

Nothing special either.

Xia Li'er lay quietly on the quilt, not covered by the quilt, but was thrown on the quilt by someone casually like throwing garbage.

The fear of death remained on his face.

This method of death is similar to Su Tor used to it. Some sharp weapon passed through her chest, leaving an empty hole. It was probably a while since her blood on the dyed quilt no longer flowed, and it solidified into pieces like mud.

There is nothing scary, it's just that it was stabbed to death by its tail.

The wind blew through the gap left by the window and swirled to Xia Li'er's white feet that were stretched out outside, shaking it, as if she was still alive.

The pink slippers she should have been wearing, but now they are worn by the demon on her feet, with blood on her feet.

Su Tuo could imagine that she tilted her head and looked at the slippers she was wearing on Xia Li'er's body, then looked down at her bare feet, reached out to take off the slippers, and didn't care about the blood on it, and just dressed like this.

Then, I went to the kitchen as if nothing happened, cooked for myself, the "big brother" as if nothing happened, and let myself, the "big brother" wait for a while.

"Pu"

Su Tor only stood at the door and looked around, but didn't go in.

Close the door gently.

Walking to the living room, Sutou took a fruit knife from the drawer at the bottom of the coffee table and walked back into the kitchen.

She was still in control of the pan and was trying hard to add some seasonings to it, as if it was soy sauce.

silence.

Although he was silent, every time he saw her innocent face for a second, the fire in Su Tuo's heart would be ten times more.

But Su Tou wouldn't say anything.

No matter how yelled.

scold.

Hysteria is not even more so.

Because monsters do not understand human emotions, they do not know that they are angry when they see you, and they do not know that they are sad when they see you.

Your hysteria may be a show of goodwill in its opinion.

It would be fine if I really thought this was the case.

"Puchi!"

Su Tor rushed over and stabbed her in the back of the chest.

It was not as expected that he was pierced by his body before stabbing in, and then he stabbed it directly. Su Tou also felt that the bone was stabbed and the knife was stuck.

Will monsters die?

Su Tor looked at the hideous and terrifying hole he had pierced, and the crimson blood flowed out from there and fell to the ground.

"Why···"

She seemed to feel no pain at all, but said without emotion: "Brother came behind me not to teach me how to cook, but to kill me?"

"Puchi!"

A forced enlarged hole passed through Su Tor's chest, and his sharp tail thorns stumbled around inside. A large piece of blood-stained organ fragments sprinkled on her pure white dress.

"I'll be the fuck you... puff..."

Even if it was so painful that Su Tou insisted on not screaming like the first time.

He insisted on scolding her.

It's really not OK to not scold.

The body shivered from grief and the severe pain of being opened.

"The books left by my father are also full of lies."

"Even if you show kindness to humans, you will be regarded as an enemy."

She put down the pan, and the tail thorn was like a barb, pulling Su Tor's big hole in his chest into the air, facing him head-on.

“Too fragile.”

Seeing Su Tou, who had lost her breath of life, she threw Su Tou aside, looked down at the wound on her chest, pulled out the knife and kept flowing without caring about the blood. She left slowly.

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Su Tor sat on the sofa, trembling all over.

I remember there was a cigarette in the drawer under the coffee table, which was the best Cordyceps sinensis tobacco. I thought it must be her father prepared for the guests.

"Sher."

Su Tou is too lazy to care about those.

Tear open the packaging, pull out a box, take one and hold it in your mouth.

"Pu"

After igniting it, he took a slight sip.

It’s not that I’m afraid, I just have a sense of powerlessness that I can’t get rid of.

Can't kill.

Can't escape.

Can't save it.

If you face it again, Sutho may no longer give any hope for conventional weapons. It is too unrealistic to say that it is a bomb. Besides, even if he can escape temporarily and apply for special weapons to the government, it may not necessarily come to die. Not to mention that it will definitely die.

It doesn't necessarily die.

But Sutho will definitely die.

Human life is too fragile to her, and it only needs a slight slight shattering.

The smoke went out.

Another one was drawn to ignite.

Su Tor really doesn't like smoking, but there is nothing else but this, and there is nothing else to do. He can only stare at the blurry light and shadow outside the window to smoke.

It's one point.

Su Tor was not sleepy at all and stared at the clock.

When will she come?

After coming back to his senses, Su Tuo was shocked to find that he didn't even know when she killed Xia Li'er.

In the early morning, in the morning, it was not long before I woke up.

have no idea.

Suthor felt very guilty.

Ask yourself why I could have fallen asleep peacefully last night.

But I think it's that way.

Even if you are awake, you can't stop her when you are awake. At most, you can just buy one free. Just like in the morning, you saw that cruel scene and resisted angrily, and then what?

It's just taking a knife to deliver vegetables.

Decadent.

Give up.

It can be said that.

I couldn't think of a way, so I was defeated by the feeling of powerlessness that I couldn't break free.

"through."
To be continued...