If the devil is a transvestite

Chapter 22: Midnight Campfire Meeting ([-])

Now it is the late night of the first day Miss Ben ran away from home or the early morning of the second day. I began to wonder if the magic mirror that has been with me for more than nine years is not a fake (sha), it actually started to care about things other than dressing up something else!I immediately made a serious inquiry about it:

"Tell me when I started wearing petticoats."

"Six years old."

"What color dress did I get the most for my 12th birthday?"

"Wine heart is red. By the way, it was a small adult birthday party. Didn't you receive all red? The sexy Latin dance dress from the earth, the red peony dress with water sleeves from the east, and the wine red inlaid gold given by Patriarch Boglier Thread bubble skirt..."

"Stop, stop, next question. Where were you when 15-year-old Anthony peeked at Miss Ben's shower?"

"..."

"Frankness is lenient, resistance is strict."

"...behind the silk and satin embroidered screen." (Magic Mirror: Actually, I refused, refused, refused to answer.)
"Okay. I won't continue to torture you for the sake of your cooperation." (Actually, I didn't remember much.)

"Hehe..." The magic mirror twitched twice in a weird and distorted posture, "I'm relieved to see that you still talk so much, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you, just look at your lively little face."

Why is this sentence so familiar...someone seems to always like to say this sentence, could it be...

"I'm going to be starving like a skeleton!" Summer's loud voice interrupted my thoughts, and my stomach, which was eaten inside and out, echoed his yelling and screamed. Couldn't the chicken compressed biscuits satisfy you? ? (Stomach: You just break it off a little bit, so that it doesn't swell into a big lump and then satisfy your guilt on my head?) No, I have to resist this hunger.

I unzipped the tent and said to Summer, "No matter how hungry you are, you can only starve into a black bone man! How can pure white be used to describe you?"

"That's right, only the deep, elegant and mysterious black is suitable for my uncle, unlike some people who wear black like a skinny ugly witch." Samo raised his head, his blond hair was so dark. It can reflect light in the environment, so jealous, people don't want flaxen hair!Wait, he actually called me an ugly witch. I am not the same species as those old women with mummy bandages on their feet and carrying a smelly broom. They are not even relatives outside of Wufu!
"Do you... eat raw meat?" Hill's voice came faintly, and my goosebumps rose one by one, like a competition, and no one would be outdone.

But eating raw meat is really unbearable!Even starving to death would not eat anything with blood in it!

"Don't eat." Summer refused very simply.

"Actually, I don't like it very much," Hill said honestly, "but I don't know how to cook. The stew can be barely done, but there is no pot." (Pei Nina: I remember that you said you want to eat barbecue of.)
Don't say I don't have a pot (a real lady would not sneak away to a blacksmith to buy a pot), even if I did, I wouldn't believe the "barely" in the mouth of a killer who can tolerate raw meat and my The "barely" is the same!

I'd better ask the magic notebook for help, I thought, feeling extremely helpless about it.

"Miss Boglier, I think I have to tell you righteously, I am a professional magic notebook that records landscapes and biographies, and chatting with you occasionally is already a great concession. I think a magic cookbook will More willing to answer your questions than I am. "l"

(End of this chapter)