The management monster of the retreat room appeared and said to Xingyi tremblingly: “She is in the middle chapter of the Cultivation of the Soul of Doom.”
Xingyi nodded.
The manager obediently retreated.
Zhitong asked, “Master Xing, senior sister, is she okay?””
Xingyi glanced at it, “It’s okay, it’s just a state of inspiration.”
Although Zhitong is a magic weapon, he also knows what this inspiration and perception is, “It’s a good thing.”
“Well, if you are worried, stay with her here.”After Xingyi finished speaking, the person disappeared in place.
Leaving Zhitong tilted his head and flew in the air.
Mi August, who had stabilized the turmoil of soul consciousness, opened his eyes and saw a pair of gem-like pupils.At such a close range, it can be clearly seen that the pupil of the eye is a fake, and the flowing waves reflect light spots on the surface of the gemstone.
“Senior sister, you are awake.”
“Zhitong, it’s you.”
“It’s me.”
Zhitong fell on Mi August’s outstretched wrist.
Mi August looked around and recalled all the previous things.
The aura of the retreat room is weak again.
From this, she calculated that the time in her body was not short.
“How long have I felt it?”In fact, when Xingyi came before, she could vaguely hear the conversation between Xingyi and Zhitong, but her body was still in a state of heightened perception.
She can choose to wake up early, but she will waste this opportunity.
But Xingyi was harmless to her, and the retreat room of the Black Stone Tower was a safe place for perception, and it was also a crooked one.
However, this experience reminded Mi August that he must not take it so lightly next time.
Mi August thought to herself that the stability of this year had reduced her caution. In a state of tranquility for a long time, people would unconsciously become inert.
Her inertia is not a slackening of academic practice, but a relaxation of safety protection at every step.
Zhitong replied: “Senior sister has been in the set for seven days.”
Another week passed.