Mi August heard the sound and looked towards the self-exploded sores on its body.
Normal people would find the wound disgusting and ugly, but Mi August could observe it with a calm expression, while still thinking about the principle and function of the wound. One thing is certain, that is, the liquid in the sore has a certain corrosive effect of sulfuric acid.
Under her gaze, the clown took a half step back in inexplicable fear, dragging the sack with him and trying to run away.
“Wait.” Mi August called to stop it.
The clown was restless, looking like he wanted to run but didn’t dare.
It would never have thought that someone would be ‘interested’ in its ugly body, so it could only regard the strange look in its eyes as a form of murderous intent.
Mi August said: “Please repair my window if you have time.”
The Harlequin nodded silently.
“Thank you.” Mi August smiled.
The clown jumped back two steps in fright, then ran away quickly on stilts, dragging the sack.
Mi August watched its leaving figure, ignoring the prying eyes from next door, and walked into the house.
Now she has a ball of fist-sized syrup frozen by the Yin Fire. There is a high probability that this thing is the core of the monster, so after it is frozen, the brown sugar film that previously covered the room dissolved and flowed to the ground, making it sticky. It looks very unsightly.
The syrup in the frozen layer was stirring, and a voice came from inside, “You can’t kill me. Killing me is against the rules. Don’t forget what happened to your good friend.”
Mi August had already speculated that the strange stories of Du’e Academy could be communicated with each other, and information could be exchanged.
Now Syrup’s words just confirmed her argument.
Mi August said: “The rule he violated was to cause chaos without provocation. There is a difference between you and me. You are a fake dormitory manager who designed to sneak up and attack me. I am acting in self-defense.”
syrup:”……”
Mi August added: “Besides, I can still file a complaint against you.”
Syrup immediately said: “If you can, just complain to me.”
Mi August nodded, “It seems that complaining to the complaint well about the fake hostel will not kill you.”
syrup:”……”
I was tricked, and I was tricked again! What this damn student said is full of lies.
Mi August said two more words to it, but Syrup pretended to be dead.
Mi August thought thoughtfully, “Aren’t you afraid that I will kill you now?”