Chapter 3925: Miss Spider’s Unsolved Mystery

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On the way home, I encountered 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 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 sword is it?

cut? What is cut?

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

It had only been a few hours, where did the news come from? By elimination method, 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 pained in my balls. If I had known that I would not go to Mu Aiao Donggua no matter what, not only would the news be leaked, but I would also be treated as free labor and spend the entire afternoon bored in the blacksmith shop. I would be 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 gossip. Based on my many years of experience in bars, it should be "Hundred Race Faces". The most popular scripts are that the elf queen cannot bear it anymore and cuts off the roots of her husband's troubles with tears."

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, being unmoved, frequent domestic violence, and pregnancy. In September, I stood firm for my son and rolled down the stairs. I was in chaos at first and gave up at the end. I gave up all my thoughts, turned from love to hate, and rushed to hell.

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

I thought that instead of letting rumors fly, why not make one up myself? At least within the limits of your 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 feel 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 long, long 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. During festivals and celebrations, a large amount of flour will be prepared. Everyone will grab the flour and sprinkle 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 performed this Celebration, right."

Miss Spider nodded silently without showing any surprise. When she revealed her only name, Ilian, 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. ."

"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 once again become an unsolved mystery."

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 combination 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 will make me more convinced that I am a monkey.

These two female seductresses...ah, these two female perverts, I don't know them yet? Just pretend, use real guns and live ammunition, and reveal your true colors one by one.

"What is that thing you are talking about? Have you seen it? Have you touched it? Have you used it? Have you 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 he said to Ben Zina: "What kind of blood? What murder weapon? Is it stained by you? Otherwise, what does it have to do with you? By the way, does the doll have blood? Give me Kangkang?"

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

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

"It's still a little short. 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 sleeves, 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.

"That's the name of the dish - shredded and stir-fried stuff!"

Vilas: "???"

"Can't you?" Seeing the troubled look on Vilas's face, Reina quietly hid the squirming body behind her: "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 said he's not a toy? He is just a toy! A shameless and dirty toy!" Reina blurted out, and then Nana herself covered her mouth tightly.

"Rena, Nana, no matter how close you are to the adults, you can't go too far with your jokes." Vilas tightened the pan in her hand, her face full of 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 dragged the squirming body away.

"It seems that cooking is impossible. Vilas is too keen. They have been tied up with ropes like this, but they can still recognize them at a glance."

"After all, she is Monkey's first woman." Nana was like a dog-headed military 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."

Leona's blood pressure was so high that she almost died on the spot.

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