Chapter 263: An Old Man with Braided Flowers
Slowly put his hand down, stared at the fake self in the mirror, and replied with confidence, "Because I am Han Youran, I am Han Youran!"
The Han Youran in the mirror disappeared with the departure of the mirror with a sad expression, but Han Youran's mood became a little unhappy because of that sad look. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
At this time, next to Kim Cheol-hee outside, there was one more person.
This man was also one of the four people left behind, an old man with waist-length braided white flowers.
Now the old man was sitting a step behind Han Youran, but one of them was in the water and the other was outside the water.
There was a white hair floating in front of the old man, and the old man closed his eyes and flicked it on it from time to time, and the mirror inside would move.
At this time, feeling the unhappiness in Han Youran's heart, the old man's fingers flicked twice on the white hair.
Inside, two mirrors suddenly came over in front of Han Youran, forming a triangular shape with her, but the sides of the two mirrors were close to each other, blocking in front of Han Youran.
In the two mirrors are two Han Youran.
A Han Youran fell next to a warship with a hideous expression, there was a huge wound on her forehead, and the blood had dried up from it, such a wound, that Han Youran would definitely not live.
But Han Youran opened his eyes, his pupils stared straight at Han Youran, and yelled bitterly, "You are talking nonsense! I am Han Youran! I am Han Youran!"
Han Youran was stunned by this picture, and the heart in her chest beat wildly, making her feel disgusted.
It wasn't until in the mirror on the other side that an equally mournful shout sounded that Han Youran's gaze was drawn over.
I saw Han Youran in the other half of the mirror, holding the Netherworld that she had spent one-fifth of her savings to buy, but the other end of the Netherworld was inserted in her own abdomen, and everything flowed out of the intestines.
Below her was a river of blood, and outside the abandoned world, five pink pigs ran farther and farther behind her.
Her ears were full of her unwilling screams, "I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I'm Han Youran! You sluts!"
Han Youran couldn't help but take a step back, but the two mirrors chased after her, she retreated, and the two mirrors chased, and Han Youran in the mirror, in addition to shouting "I am Han Youran" sentence by sentence, also moved.
It was like crawling out of the mirror and eating Han Youran alive.
Han Youran was forced by them to become more and more irritable, and his murderous intent became heavier and heavier, and his five fingers were just bent.
The old man outside flicked his hair again, and his terrible shout disappeared, and the two mirrors disappeared with him.
At the same time, listening to the sound of "clang", Han Youran bumped into a mirror behind him.
Before Han Youran could dodge, he was dragged into the mirror by the hands stretched out from the mirror, and Han Youran didn't even react.
The old man outside said in a hoarse voice, "She is not Han Youran, but she is also Han Youran, her murderous intent is too heavy, this weapon is dangerous." ā
Kim Cheol-hee didn't speak, and I don't know if he understood the old man's meaning or not, after all, the old man's words were quite forgiving.
And Han Youran, who came back to his senses, turned his eyes and looked around, this was actually his former home! Everything was exactly the same, as if even the taste was the same.
Han Youran, who couldn't figure it out, habitually threw himself into the sofa, only feeling that he had never felt at ease.