So this pair of father and daughter, who seemed to be exalted and isolated by the world, left the tall and lonely mage tower with each other.
"What a beautiful picture!" The referee Sheila Livache suddenly said that the whole platform could hear clearly.
Everyone suddenly fell silent.
No one dares to talk again
Hear close breathing one after another in the evening gale.
The atmosphere became very strange and embarrassing.
Everyone has secrets in their hearts.
Everyone knows those things that are awkward in the wind.
But people talk.
This is not a secret.
"What’s the matter? Everyone suddenly stopped talking? " La Livache, however, asked him over the past. He smiled and looked around for a while and went away.
Only when he disappeared completely did someone gradually whisper.
It’s the warm atmosphere before the show is gone
Everyone looked at each other with a deep chill.
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Suo Laka and calcas both disappeared last night.
It’s fairly smooth. In the carriage
Hasta put away his smile, wrinkled his brow and uttered words that were difficult to calm.
"I already know." Annie nodded her head, and her face was equally gloomy.
"Do you feel it today?" Hasta was silent for a while and suddenly said this.
"Well," Annie responded with a tacit understanding, "I feel them … it seems …"
"They are ready to fight us," hasta concluded directly. "I just received news that a small part of their expedition to Noxas troops has split up and come towards voodoo."
silent
Long silence
"Father, please quit," Annie said suddenly, looking at her own father seriously, and saying word by word, "You quit, mom."
Hasta’s eyebrows jumped. He didn’t talk to the horse, but looked at his daughter carefully in the carriage for a long time before saying, "I finally confirm that my daughter in hasta has really grown up."
"Dad …"
"Our hasta family has never abandoned his wife’s habit …"
"Don’t abandon your daughter" to be continued
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The carriage stopped at the Blue Moon Lake.
Annie came from the car step by step, her face calm and proud like a queen.
She walked into the room and stepped into her own room. She used to sit in the chair facing the huge table of yellow leaves for a while before saying "Sacco"
"Well" someone should be in the dark.
Sacco slowly came out of the shadows.
At this time, although his face is full of exaggerated paint, he is not crazy outside. Sacco is not crazy at all times, he is not insane at all times, and he no longer drinks bloody exaggerated expressions.
He is calm and composed, not like a madman but like a wise man.
Although many times, wise men and crazy are just another way of saying things.
He came to Anne, dragged a big chair, and sat down at that big yellow leaf wood table.
Far away from Anne.
"The situation is very bad." Every word and sentence of Sacoko’s mouth is in a more normal tone.
This may be the true face of Sacco, the real night walker who has been called the killer god and the devil clown in recent years.
Or the true half.
"It’s terrible," Anne nodded for a moment and then asked, "hasn’t Jacques come back yet?"
"Well," sacco ordered a awkward.
In fact, the result speaks for itself, right?
"It seems that we have fallen into a huge net." Sackton smiled, and the smile finally gained some prestige in the past.
Laughing treacherously is more penetrating than being in a huge dark room.
But Annie didn’t feel sick. She was staring at the pattern on the table in front of her.