Release that Witch

"Jie Luo?" Roland asked tentatively. The fastest update

She rolled her eyes and leaned over to put the plate on the coffee table, then sat down cross-legged.

"What are you doing there, don't you have breakfast?"

The voice of the little girl is soft and tender, and the body is slender. The light blue dress is white stockings. The ankle is almost the size of his own palm, and the madman who is screaming will never let go of himself.

However, since the other party did not deny the name, it is equivalent to acknowledging that she is Jieluo.

What should I do, kill her?

Now, this young girl’s body can’t always be like a superb, can tear her own hands?

Roland first touched the kitchen, took a fruit knife from the knife holder and hid it at the waist, and then slowly came to the coffee table.

I saw a piece of fried egg in my plate, and two fritters, one more than her.

The outer ring of the egg is golden in color, the skirt is slightly anxious, and the protein in the middle is slightly bulging, revealing a touch of orange, which is obviously a perfect flow of eggs.

Jieluo picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of fried egg into the mouth. Then he grabbed the fritter and smashed it up. “What the **** are you doing yesterday? Is there a flaw on the ceiling?”

"No... I think it's dirty, I want to wipe it." Roland just made a reason.

"Is it?" She looked up at the ceiling and said, "You won't rub it with a fork and a cloth rag?"

"The effect is not good, but it is now clean," he coughed twice. "Is this what you did?"

"Uncle, your head is fine," Jielu finally showed a look of worry. "Since I came here, aren't they all done?"

After coming here? Where are you before? Roland opened his mouth and eventually did not ask. Obviously, if you ask again, the other party will doubt his identity.

Jielu quickly finished the breakfast and handed him in front of him. "Buy food."

"what?"

"The dishes in the refrigerator are almost gone. I have to go to the leek market today. How can I buy if I don't give money?"

A junior high school student, actually know this? Roland touched his body subconsciously and didn't find the wallet. "Hey..."

"Your bedside table, in the second drawer," Jie Luo sighed.

When he returned to the bedroom, he pulled out a dry wallet from the drawer and opened it. There were only three hundred pieces of pitiful money and a few lottery tickets.

"How much?" Roland returned to the living room.

"Twenty, I can't lift any more."

In the thought of spending other people's money, Roland handed her a fifty-dollar bill. "More will be reserved next time."

Jielu glanced at him strangely and stuffed the money into his little purse.

"Your hand..." Roland noticed two band-aids wrapped around each other's fingers.

"It’s no big deal when you smash the glass slag... Of course, it’s better if you don’t mess things up.” She shrugged, then took her bag and walked toward the gate. “I went to school. Don't come back at noon, the bowl is for you to wash."

"Wait, isn't it summer vacation now?"

"Of course it is a tutorial," Jie Luo put on his shoes and poked half a head from behind the door. "Uncle, if you think your head is still hurting, go to the hospital and see if you don't do this stupid thing in the future." ""

After half a minute, Roland walked out of room 0825 and looked down at the aisle fence.

The figure of Jieluo quickly appeared in his vision. The white hair was always eye-catching, but the people who came and went seemed to be accustomed to it. No one looked back at her. She waited for a while downstairs until the other two yellow-haired hoes carrying school bags ran around and surrounded her, and the three talents disappeared into the alley.

Feelings, she still made friends here?

Roland licked his forehead, and this dream was too absurd.

What to do next, do you want to follow her to see?

He did not believe that Jielu could really virtualize a complete city.

Just as Roland turned and wanted to go back to the house to find the key, suddenly the whole body was stiff and the whole person was in the same place.

I saw a pretty woman coming to him.

She has a long gray hair, her brows are raised high, her lips and nose are similar to Tilly, but she has a cold and arrogant rejection of thousands of miles away.

He has never seen each other, but the memory of the four princes is clearly telling him that this person is his sister, the three kings of the gray fort.

Garcia Wimbledon!

Roland subconsciously touched the fruit knife at the waist.

"Let's leave, don't block," the woman showed a disgusting expression. "I want to go."

"You... don't know me?" He was amazed.

"Hey," the other party sneered out. "Why should I know you? I dyed a hair of the same color as me, just want to come close?"

Roland stared at her and slowly let go of the aisle. "You call Garcia, right?"

"..." The woman's face is gloomy. "Although I don't know where you heard my name, I warn you that you will suffer if you are entangled." She stretched out her right hand and closed her fingers in turn, and the bones screamed. I feel like a fight.

When she returned to her residence and closed the door, Roland walked over and glanced at it.

The room number is 0827, next door to the next door.

Looking at the security door that was lined up along the walkway farther away, he suddenly raised a horrified thought in his heart.

How many households are there in this apartment building?

In any case, the length of the public corridor is really amazing, standing at the door of the 27th room, the other end can not see the end!

Once this thought comes up, it is difficult to suppress it.

He returned to the house as quickly as possible, turned to find the key, confirmed that he could open the door, unlocked the door lock, and then ran toward the increasing end of the room number.

The promenade at the foot is no less than a straight runway of 400 meters long!

Breathing to the end of the corridor near the stairwell, the last house number is 0899.

This is incredible. Who will put nearly one hundred houses in the first floor of the building? According to the style of the 70s and 80s, a row of ten households is already a huge scale.

Roland then climbed up the stairs.

The stair handrail is iron, the surface green paint has fallen off 77.8, and it can see obvious rust and dust. There are also countless small advertisements in the corridor, revealing the distinctive characteristics of the times. The big city should have disappeared before it was done.

The top floor is twenty-two.

There is no nameplate on the security door at the end, and even the window hole is not open.

He looked at it one by one until the first house number appeared in front of him: 2245.

So roughly, the entire apartment building has a total of 2,124 households.

In the long years, I have engulfed thousands of fighters, including an extraordinary person, you can't win me!

In the life and death battle of the rooftop, the words of Jieluo once again appeared in his head.

Do the people who live here are the losers of the battle of the soul?

This speculation made Roland stunned.

Now, Jielu has become one of them. (To be continued...)