"I say, don't just glare at me and frame me!"
"I'm wearing a shirt, so everyone could see me!"
"There was nowhere I could hide this abacus of Great Jin!!!"
Cthulhu was almost driven to death by Yimo's words, and hurriedly retorted.
Yimo plugged both ears and started playing dumb again. "I'm not listening, I'm not listening. The monk's chanting."
"Anyway, I saw you stick your body under the bed. Then, while no one saw what was beneath it, you took this package out."
"If it really had been under the bed from the start, why didn't you ask everyone to lie down and look?"
"Wouldn't that have proven your innocence?"
"Even the big white goose is definitely not as white as you!"
"You're a werewolf, and there's no washing that away. Hurry back and wash yourself, then wait to be slaughtered tonight!"
Although Yimo was physically weak and probably only a match for Naughty Cat in a fight—and might not even be able to scratch her—
That mouth of his was incredibly vicious.
After all, he was a virtual streamer. He made his living with his mouth.
Even if he started talking about Cthulhu for an hour without repeating himself, it would be a piece of cake.
Cthulhu wanted to argue with him, but unfortunately, Yimo kept talking endlessly, like a shameless old woman. His mouth was unbearably chattery.
It was absolutely not something a young person should have been capable of.
Cthulhu's face had turned red with anger, like a little furnace.
Yimo's appearance would definitely remind people of the old madam in The Ninth-Rank Magistrate, who could spit out words that sent people flying.
"You... you... you..."
Cthulhu got stuck for a long time just trying to say the word "you."
Seeing that Cthulhu was furious, Yimo