Yun chujiu froze when she heard the cracking sound!
She looked down slowly and saw a scene that broke her heart.
The horn that was glued by the white silk sticky rice glue was broken into two again. Because it was wrapped with a soft cloth, it was still hanging on the horn.
Hei Xinjiu’s heart was like a dog that was crying!
It was F * cking glued!
Fortunately, she had stuck the broken horn on with trepidation, but it was broken again because her hand was in trouble. Moreover, she was caught red-handed!
Could this be the so-called justice and retribution?
Even if she had already used a scheme to deceive the world, she would still inevitably bear the responsibility?
However, this guy still wanted to struggle on the brink of death.
She did not dare to look at the vertical pupil of a certain venerate and said against her heart, “Well, your horn is broken. You broke it yourself. It has nothing to do with me.