In response, Shi Wen rebuked her guilt and said, "Miss Seven, isn't it good for Shi Wen to make you angry?"

His cheek was on Yan Ge's face, like a pet asking for comfort: "Miss Seven, please don't dislike Shi Wen, everything about Shi Wen is yours, what you say is ..."

A magnificent seven-foot man, speaking aggrieved like a three-year-old schoolboy.

Also the elite housekeeper, Ma Dan, I really want to come to a brick and smash this guy's head to see what's inside.

Yange couldn't bear it.

Gritting her teeth, she was going to adapt herself to her physical condition to resist it completely.

But with eyes narrowed, she could not help but appease the steward, and her arms and legs were involuntarily retracted into the steward's arms ...

Singing in a breath, like a volcanic magma volcano, roaring inwardly, but calm on the outside.

When this calmness was maintained to a certain limit, it was like the lava erupted in a volcano, and finally broke the invisible barrier that suppressed her.

When I realized that my body was free to control the words of the song at this moment, he was free to move, and when one turned over and climbed the housekeeper Wen, a brick went down and stunned.

Huh?

Where's the brick?

Yange looked at the bland brick in his hand.

There is always a weird feeling, what went wrong.

Although she has just been trying to smash a brick in the housekeeper, it is impossible for a brick to really appear in this environment.

In addition to the heroine's Mary Su aura in this plane, does the host have the skills to achieve it?

The chicken's amazing voice interrupted the doubts of Yange: "Wow, the body of this heroine is awesome, and it has helped you complete the incarnation of the natal instrument. What is your instrument in wood? Try something soon special power?"

Song: "..."

So this brick is the natal tool she has kept for thousands of years?

how can that be!

However, it may be that she just thought about smashing the guy in front of her with a brick, so the magical device became a brick in her hand.

Well, it must be so.

Absolutely!

Yange stared at the brick in his hand, following the chicken's reminder, trying to connect the brick with the sense of God and inspire the various functions of the brick.

Can try for a long time.

Nor did she incorporate the consciousness into the bricks.

Not to mention letting the brick in front of her transform a way of being, and showing off the function in front of her.

Yange asked the cub: "Are you sure this is my natal tool?"

She suspected it was the host's brick, and had nothing to do with her.

"From the fact that you are wood and bricks, I am sure."

"It has nothing to do with my soul. If my instinct is, I wouldn't have known it." Yan Song frowned slightly, intending to throw away the bricks in her hands, the bricks in her hand did not wait for her to throw away, the next moment "Hey" disappeared.

"It should be that I have inspired the potential of the host." Yan Song defined to himself: "After all, the host is the heroine, and this plane is so amazing that everything is possible."

The chicken did not echo the song.

It remained silent.

Yan Ge crawled down from the bed silently, watching the butler lying unconscious on the bed, and fell into silence.

Will the brick just appear again?

In fact, hitting such a man with a brick is quite cool.

There are countless such men around the host, and a brick is needed to open the way.

The knock sounded at this time.