Mystery: Lucky

Alice was stunned for a moment when she heard this question.

To be honest, she had never thought about the possibility of sacrificing to Amon. This was not a question of whether Amon would accept it or not. It was mainly... Is this any different from seeking death?

Speaking of which, can people jump into the sacrificial tunnel...

After Alice thought about it, she subconsciously asked: "Can people... jump into the sacrifice tunnel?"

"Shall I throw you in and try?" Amon glanced sideways at Alice and asked coolly.

Alice shook her head quickly, fearing that she would be thrown into the sacrificial passage if she waited a second, so she spoke quickly:

“No, no, thank you.

"There are two main reasons why I don't use the sacrificial ceremony. One is that I don't know what herbs, essential oils, etc. you are more interested in...

"The other one is, is..."

Alice glanced at Amon and found that Amon had looked directly at her. When she was about to listen to her second reason, she paused and said very frankly:

"I can not."

This answer could be said to be as honest as it gets, but Amon looked Alice up and down, and finally raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you dare?"

Alice nodded very sincerely.

Amon asked slightly in surprise: "Then you sent me such a painting? And wrote such a provocative letter?"

Alice was silent for a moment, then frowned and asked, "Isn't that why I didn't dare to give it away?"

"Ahem," Amon coughed, revealing a hint of a smile, "But it stands to reason... No matter it was last time or this time, the question you asked in front of me, which one is not more irritating than that painting? "

Alice was lost in thought.

Before Alice could reply, Amon's tone suddenly became intimate again: "Especially...you actually dared to laugh at me just now? You are very courageous, little Alice."

Alice was so frightened that she shuddered. She looked at Amon and said solemnly: "Can you stop calling me that?"

"What's wrong?" Amon asked casually.

Alice put her hand on her chin and thought for a moment, then raised her head and shouted in a sweet and greasy tone: "Lord Angel of Time~"

Amon frowned and asked in confusion: "Why do I feel like you are scolding me?"

Alice replied thoughtfully: "You can be more confident."

Amon looked at her doubtfully.

Alice then added: "You can take the feeling away."

Amon frowned and thought: "...I always feel that our understanding of some words is different."

"Is there any?" Alice looked at Amon and blinked.

"Forget it," Amon shook his head, "Actually, I think no matter how you arrange the sacrifice ceremony for me, I will want to take a look at what you sent over."

Alice sat upright.

Amon looked at her and continued: "However, if I don't like the sacrifice you sent..."

Amon didn't say what the consequences were, but Alice didn't want to hear what they were - she knew it was definitely not a good thing if she thought about it!

No, even if you don’t use your brain, you know it... Alice swallowed her saliva, looked at Amon and asked tentatively: "Lord Angel of Time, do you...do you have anything else?"

——She actually wanted to ask Amon when he would leave, but she didn’t dare.

"No," Amon said in a natural tone, which disappointed Alice. He played with the monocle and said, "Why, you can't wait to drive me away?"

Alice looked at the monocle and fell into deep thought. She looked at Amon and asked tentatively: "Can I ask you a question?"

Amon glanced at Alice, and the answer on his lips suddenly changed: "If it is the 108th child, there is no need to ask."

"No," Alice shook her head and explained, staring at Amon's outfit, "I just wanted to ask...don't you have a change of clothes?"

Amon looked at Alice, pondered for two seconds, and gave the same evaluation as before: "You are really human-like."

Alice, who was poked in the foot for the third time, glared fiercely at Amon, who had a smile on his face, and successfully made Amon smile even happier.

Alice pondered for a moment and suddenly remembered something. She said to Amon: "Wait a moment, I'll get something."

After seeing Amon nodding, Alice jumped off the sofa and ran to the study, and dug out the bottle that she kept switching locations.

Looking at himself yelling curses on the bottle, Amon fell into a strange silence. Finally, he gave a brief comment: "Very creative."

He put away the bottle out of some unknown state of mind, pushed the monocle in front of Alice, sighed and asked, "Can you be promoted quickly?"

Alice hesitantly picked up the monocle and raised her head in confusion.

Amon looked at Alice distressed and replied: "I'm always worried that I'll kill you accidentally..."

Alice opened her mouth, closed it again, organized some words, and then suggested sincerely: "I know someone who is not so easy to play to death, do you want to try it."

Amon sat up slightly.

Alice smiled and asked softly: "Remember Will Asceptin?"

"You want me to help you kill Him?" Amon laughed.

"No," Alice shook her head, "Please let Him live."

"Huh?" Amon was a little more interested.

"But, what I actually want to say is..." Alice showed a nasty smile, "Have you ever tried... putting something that shouldn't be in ice cream?"

Amon thought of the cup of coffee that he didn't know how to make, so he asked, "What to put? And it's easy to be discovered."

"Are you so useless?" Alice widened her eyes.

"... What to put?" Amon, who understood what Alice meant, had to admit that this provocation was successful.

"Can you put chili in the ice cream for Him?" Alice blinked sincerely, "It's best to look normal, the kind that is full of chili when you take a bite..."

Amon fell into deep thought.

Alice put the monocle on her right eye, and then said solemnly: "Let's set up a stall in front of His house to sell ice cream!"

"I have a question," Amon asked with a little puzzlement, "Is there any benefit to me or you in doing this?"

"Fun." Alice gave a fairly reasonable answer.

"Alice," Amon called her in an ambiguous tone, "You can actually ask me to kill Him for you."

"Will you agree?" Alice asked doubtfully.

"Well..." Amon glanced at Alice and chuckled, "I think you should be able to convince me."

Now, when you open a book on Qidian, you will see the joke about rewarding 100,000 Qidian coins...

So who spread the joke I made in the author group? How did it spread so widely?