After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Without waiting for Yan Ge to respond, Shi Wen blamed himself and said guiltily, Miss Seven, did Shi Wen do something wrong that made you angry?

He rubbed his cheek against Yan Ge's face, like a pet begging for comfort: Miss Seven, please don't dislike Shi Wen, everything Shi Wen owns is yours, and whatever you say is whatever...

A dignified seven-foot boy, he speaks like a three-year-old elementary school student who feels aggrieved.

What about the elite butler, Ma Dan, I really want to smash this guy's head open with a brick to see what's inside.

Yan Ge couldn't take it anymore.

Gritting her teeth tightly, she wanted to make herself adapt to her physical condition and resist completely.

But looking at her, she couldn't help but want to appease the butler, and her hands and feet couldn't help shrinking into the butler's arms...

Yan Ge, holding his breath, is like a volcano holding magma, roaring and rushing inside, but calm on the outside.

When this kind of calm was maintained to a certain limit, it was like a magma erupting in a volcano, finally breaking the invisible barrier that suppressed her.

Yan Ge, who realized that his body could be freely controlled, moved at will at this moment. He turned over and climbed on the butler Shi Wen's body, and fell down with a brick, knocking him out.

Huh?

Where did the bricks come from?

Yan Ge looked at the unremarkable brick in his hand.

There is always a weird feeling that something is wrong.

Although she had been thinking about hitting the housekeeper with a brick just now, it was impossible for a brick to appear in this environment.

Apart from the heroine's Marysu halo in this plane, is it possible that the host also has the ability to make wishes come true?

Ji Zai's voice of surprise interrupted Yan Ge's doubts: Wow, this heroine's body is amazing, and she actually helped you complete the cultivation of the magic weapon of your life. What kind of stuff is your magic weapon? Try it out! special power?

Yan Ge: ...

So this brick is the magic weapon of her life that she has cultivated for thousands of years?

how can that be!

However, it is possible that she just wanted to smash the guy in front of her to death with a brick, so the magic weapon became a brick in her hand very psychically.

Well, it must be so.

Absolutely!

Yan Ge stared at the brick in his hand, followed the reminder of Ji Zai, trying to connect with the brick with his spiritual consciousness and activate various functions of the brick.

Can try for a long time.

She also didn't integrate her consciousness into the brick.

Not to mention changing the way of existence of the brick in front of her, and showing off its functions in front of her.

Yan Ge asked Ji Zai: Are you sure this is my natal artifact?

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

From the fact that you're wood and it's brick, I'm sure of it.

It doesn't have the slightest connection with me. If it is my natal weapon, I can't not know it. Yan Ge frowned slightly, planning to throw away the brick in his hand. Before she could throw away the brick, the next moment Whoosh disappeared.

This should be because I have stimulated the host's potential ability. Yan Ge defined it to himself: After all, the host is the heroine, and this plane is so wonderful, everything is possible.

Chick didn't agree with Yan Ge.

It remained silent.

Yan Ge silently climbed down from the bed, looked at the butler lying unconscious on the bed, and also fell silent.

Will the brick just now appear again?

In fact, it's quite cool to hit this kind of man with a brick.

There are countless men like this around the host, and he really needs a brick to open the way.

There was a knock on the door at this moment.