[I put a skin on it]
[God said it has two teeth]
[I draw a pair of eyes on it]
[Little White Rabbit, Little White Rabbit]
[This is God’s gift to me]
[Little White Rabbit, Little White Rabbit]
[Light the way for God]
After writing his thoughts on paper, Mi Feixue closed the “Gods” diary, then grabbed the cursed doll and ran to the window, lying on the window edge and looking in the direction of the laboratory.
Rabbit Lantern: Listen to me, thank you, because of you, scary nursery rhyme, take me away =(:з」∠)_
Mi August sent Jiang Shou away and asked the spirit on the way back: “Can you make Chang Dehai unconscious so that he cannot sense what is happening in the outside world?”
A human face protruded from the column on the road, “As you wish.”
Mi August returned to the laboratory and saw Chang Dehai unconscious.
Although there is only one property, the quality cannot stand up to it. Mi August said happily: “I will definitely help you when I make money in the future.”
The spirit of the house danced reservedly and secretly, and even the air in the room was purified more freshly, without any trace of dust.
Without Jiang Shou around, Mi August took out the book of good and evil and put it on the table, and found that one of the pages had already recorded her previous research.
Mi August tried to stuff Chang Dehai’s bone samples into the Book of Good and Evil, but was strongly rejected by the Book of Good and Evil.
The frequency with which the pages tremble conveys the disgust vividly.
It seems that in order to prevent Mi August from persisting, a pencil drawing of Chang Dehai’s flesh and blood automatically appeared on the page of the book of good and evil. All he had to do was tell Mi August directly: Don’t put that disgusting thing into my body. If you want a picture, I will give it to you. That’s it.
Seeing this, Mi August had no choice but to put the sample down, put it in a container and keep it in separate compartments, and then took out [Night Games] from the Book of Good and Evil.
Gray fog covers his face.
Mi August keenly noticed that there was a little more gray fog this time than last time.
Not much has changed but there has been.
She stretched out her hand, and the mist moved freely, strands wrapping around her fingertips.
[It hurts…it hurts…help me…help me]