Song Yanqing walked in front of Ferdinand and them.

Both Ferdinand and Lois looked at Song Yanqing who walked in with some shock.

Lois seemed to vaguely recognize him, and her pupils shrank the first time she saw him.

Ferdinand, on the other hand, was a little confused.

He seemed to feel a familiar aura from this man's body......

It's familiarity.

Obviously, I had never seen this man before.

However, he could see that this was a very good man, and he seemed to have a great relationship with the girl in the room.

Song Yanqing just glanced up and down at Ferdinand, as if he were glancing at a less important person, and a light smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "It's a little interesting." ”

I don't know what he was pointing to.

Shi Canyun's eyes were red: "You...... You're a formation mage!"

He had already realized what Song Yanqing was going to do.

However, he couldn't move at this moment, and even the words he said were a little reluctant.

No one answered him, and Song Yanqing didn't even set his eyes on Shi Canyun, his pupils locked on Ferdinand's body.

The inky eyes were so mysterious and deep, as if there was a whirlpool of storms in the deepest part, and something was turning.

Ferdinand wanted to say something, but found that his mind was a little distracted.

Reason told him that the situation was wrong, but he just couldn't control it, and a lot of things flashed in his mind, like uncontrollably going through all the things he had been doing since he was a child, and there were some very chaotic voices in his head.

There was a faint temptation in the voice, and he was uncontrollable, but he didn't understand.

I also felt that something was gradually detached from me.

Thousands of miles away in the room, Bernie felt a strong oppressive force that prevented him from breathing.

He was already seriously injured, and he could no longer resist, so he was forced to vomit a mouthful of blood again by this force.

He knew that he couldn't hold it anymore and there was no way to do it.

His withered fingers scratched at the ground, but there was not a trace left.

He didn't have any strength left.

On the old, rotten cheek, on the only remaining well-preserved flesh, a tear flowed: "Lois...... Sorry ......"

Similarly, in the hotel, Lois, two lines of tears suddenly flowed on her perfect face,

Ferdinand began to frown, he felt a bad movement, his breathing began to rapid, and his fingers subconsciously covered his heart.

On the contrary, Song Yanqing, who was standing in front of him, didn't seem to have changed dramatically, but it seemed that something was changing imperceptibly.

The sickly aura on his body was gradually dissipating, and the black aura that had not yet had time to dissipate flowed to Qiao Jin's fingertips.

He became more and more calm, and his gentle and condensed temperament became more and more mysterious and ethereal, like a noble son who came out of the painting, with a moving brilliance.

He became more and more quiet and mysterious.

It's just that the smile on his lips is still so gentle, and in contrast to this, Frodinand's face suddenly lost its bloody color.

He was almost completely uncontrollable, felt himself had trouble breathing, and fell to the ground.

"Ferdinand!"

Lois screamed, but there was no way to hold him up.