“What a mess!”
“Stop arguing!Stop singing!”
Meng Itachi couldn’t hear those innocent ballads at all, and only felt that an incomprehensible dream talk was like a needle, like a knife, like mithril, and pierced its head with thousands of needles and holes and then poured into silver water. Countless tentacles stirred in its mind, enough to drive people crazy with horror and pain.
Mi August looked thoughtfully at Meng Itachi, who was in madness.
Whether it is a nursery rhyme or a rabbit lamp, all she brings to her is a sense of familiarity and intimacy.
“Ah–”
Meng Itachi couldn’t stand it anymore, and suddenly his figure skyrocketed.
The huge dream ferret exerted his talent to the extreme, and destroyed his surroundings without scruples. His tail feathers flew wildly and he was about to shoot the rabbit lamp suspended in the air.
One hand appeared without warning, easily holding Meng Itachi’s tail feathers.
The moment this hand appeared, all sides fell into stillness.
The moment Meng Itachi was touched by this hand, his whole body stiffened like a dead thing.
Its eyes just flickered over there, and it didn’t see anything clearly, and its eyes burst immediately.
“—-”As if encountering the greatest horror of this life, the uncontrollable cry from the depths of the soul.
Meng Itachi’s body is broken in the world here.
Mi Yu looked at the owner of the hand in a daze.
It’s Feixue.
The grown-up version of Feixue.
The woman was dressed in black with black hair, gray eyes and no god, and her face was white and thin, which made her bones more prominent. Sen Han’s evil aura made her afraid to look directly.
wrong.
To analyze with Mi August’s professional gaze, Feixue is now in a state of being raised by her, and her height has been soaring since she was a child, and she has grown to the age of the woman in front of her. More than this thin body type.
It is not so much that this woman is Mi Feixue who grew up, but more like the savior Xing Chi predicted.
At that time, it was a bit strange to use Jiexinluo to look at the prophetic picture from Xing Chi’s perspective. Now that I see a woman in my inner world, this strange mood is even stronger.
She carefully looked at the adult version of “Mi Feixue” without missing any details.
Obviously because of the sudden appearance of the other party, things became more confusing, but Mi August couldn’t have any doubts about her, but instead gave birth to the soft emotions that Mi Feixue had in the face of her.