You Won't Die If You Don't Court Death

"Am I that stupid?"

Su Luo looked at the person in front of her who was very likely to be her younger sister. She couldn't be angry at all, but her question was very piercing.

Shouldn't he ask about their relationship first?

Or why did they look so alike?

"Bring it over."

Mo Ruyue extended her hand toward Gu Ying.

Gu Ying gave her another pack of truth powder and saw her take out two more packs of the same powder from her sleeve pocket.

"If one pack doesn't work, then two packs. If two packs don't work, then three packs!"

Su Luo knew that the thing in the paper bag was the powder that Gu Ying had sprinkled on his face. It would make people lose their guard and answer whatever others asked.

Seeing that the woman wanted to give him all three bags, he panicked.

"Don't, I surrender!"

Su Luo's surrender made Mo Ruyue stop sprinkling powder.

Gu Ying asked the soldiers at the door to find the general.