"You didn't do anything, did you?"
Thinking of how Su Qiao had gone to this plane before, 444 was somewhat suspicious.
"What could I have done? When I came back, wasn't that plane perfectly fine?"
A flicker passed through Su Qiao's eyes, and she inexplicably felt a little guilty.
It shouldn't have anything to do with me, right?
She had merely seen that Ghost Domain Demon King being deceived and toyed with by that mission-taker, so, relying on her powerful soul, she had possessed and controlled that body and said to him, "Idiot. You're so easy to fool."
Ahem. She had only found it unbearable to watch and stated a fact. It shouldn't have anything to do with her.
Oh.
That was true. The plane had only collapsed after the host returned. It should have nothing to do with her.
Besides, the host was so stupid that he could not even understand its explanations.
444 guessed that something else must have happened afterward.
Neither the person nor the system noticed that a faint black mark flickered twice on Su Qiao's soul before disappearing.
Su Qiao always had a bad feeling, so she hurriedly changed the subject.
"All right, all right. Let's hurry up and think of a way to complete the mission. I still have to hurry back and get my revenge."
That was true. I'll first carefully consider the original plot.
444 could not figure it out, so it stopped thinking about it.
Old Chen, who was driving in front, had seemed preoccupied ever since his phone rang.
Through the rearview mirror, he happened to meet Su Qiao's eyes. The hand gripping the steering wheel immediately trembled, and he nearly lost his grip.
A trace of doubt flashed through Su Qiao's eyes, and she slightly knitted her brows. "Is there something wrong with this driver?"
He kept sneaking glances backward and was covered in cold sweat. He looked exactly like someone with a guilty conscience.
The driver?
444 froze for a moment, then sprang up with a shriek.
"Aaaah! Host, there's something wrong with the driver in front of you! This car is going to crash into the bridge railing and overturn into the river soon..."
"Shut up." The shriek in her mind was so noisy that Su Qiao nearly threw a punch.
...444 reflexively covered its mouth, but its blue cat eyes were filled with grievance.
Waaah...
A traffic accident was about to happen, and it had been so anxious that it jumped up. Why was she still telling it to shut up?
After giving it a cold glance, Su Qiao dredged up the memory of the traffic accident.
Speaking of that accident, she had noticed something.
In the original accident, at most, her leg would have been fractured. There was absolutely no need for amputation.
There was something fishy going on.
A cold glint flashed through Su Qiao's eyes.
Without even thinking, Guo Xiaoyu must have tampered with it.
However, since she had come, she would not allow herself to remain passive.
With that thought, Su Qiao extended her slender, fair hand that nevertheless contained great strength.
The movement made 444 jump around in the space. "Wait, wait, wait! Host, what are you doing?"
Su Qiao narrowed her phoenix eyes, which shimmered with a cold glint. "What? I can't kill him?"
Didn't this person want to die?
Wouldn't it be better for her to grant his wish?
Besides, she had always understood one principle: strike first to gain the advantage.
As long as she dealt with all these bastard dogs, wouldn't the mission be complete?
Hmm, if she had the chance, she could make some poison and kill them all directly. That would save her the trouble of dirtying her hands.
Su Qiao thought this idea was quite good.
Decisive and neat—that was her style.
Only now did 444 realize that Su Qiao really had lived in ancient times.
Her way of thinking was still stuck in that era of fighting and killing.
At the slightest disagreement, she would draw her sword. At the slightest disagreement, she would want to kill someone.
444 suddenly felt that the burden of educating its host was immense.
Host, can you drive?
If you can't drive and kill him, what are we supposed to do afterward?
They were currently sitting in a little death train.
Up ahead was a driver who did not want to live and could drive toward King Yama at any moment.
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