The suppressed breath of death gathered and tumbled under her feet, and the warm Yang Ling aura around her couldn’t get in.
Mi August directly raised her face, as if she hadn’t seen Mi Feixue gritted her teeth and her eyes were red, “I have other things to do, and I’ll leave it to you to deal with the aftermath.””
Mi Feixue was taken aback.
Mi August stroked her forehead and wiped her fingers across the small wound on her cheek, and the wound recovered as before.
“Can it be done?”
Mi Feixue returned to her senses and nodded vigorously.
“Very good.”Mi August smiled.
She was just about to leave.
His hand was held by Mi Feixue, and his eyes were full of concern.
Mi August comforted: “I’m not injured, don’t worry.”
Mi Feixue let go.
After Mi August left, she regained her spirit, and the gloom in her eyes settled.
“House.”
Speak on behalf of a trick.
If Mi August is still here, you will find that Mi Feixue’s tone of calling the steward of the Temple Spirit is very similar to herself. It is the result of imitating her many times after seeing and hearing it many times.
Any door opens.
The pure yin aura gushes out from this place as the center, dispelling the barrenness brought about by the Yang spirit.
Under Mi August’s protection, the power of the throne, which was enough to flatten Cuixia Valley to the ground, only covered this small area.
Everyone around gradually woke up, but no one spoke.
The voice of the trick that replaced Mi Feixue’s voice was extremely clear.
She named a few people, “Inventory personnel.”
With Mi Feixue as the backbone, the night tour envoys returned to their senses one after another, following her instructions to count the number of people and clean up the endgame.
Finally, the results are counted.
All members of the crew suffered varying degrees of injuries, and the only person died.