In the middle of the night, the sky was dark, countless stars broke through the clouds and peeked out, and the cold wind carried the cold air, diffusing a sentimental atmosphere.

Looking up at the sky, the starry sky suddenly becomes extraordinarily clear.

The distant stars shine brightly, brightly, but incomparably indifferent.

Under the night sky, most of the street lights were already off, and the city was submerged in black shadows.

Two hastily figures were still walking down the street.

"What's your solution...??"

"Just like the disappearance of Estin Castle, the Magical Association will inevitably intervene in the investigation of this kind of thing." The dim light hit Xiaoyou's fair face, and her deep pupils were full of persistence.

"You want the Magic Branch to investigate???" Yi Bing looked at her side face and questioned.

"Of course not." Yu hurriedly denied, "It's a well-known fact that the Magic Association completely ignored the existence of the festival. ”

"I probably see what you mean." He smiled slightly.

"So let's find out now if there are any shops that sell counterfeits!"

Xiao Yu became a little excited, perhaps because he agreed with his thoughts, and she quickened her pace in anticipation, her eyes kept looking around.

Yi Bing immediately stepped forward to hold her, and her hand was a little stronger.

Xiao You, who turned around, was frightened, and when her eyes met the handsome face, she found that Yi Bing's eyebrows were frowning, and she couldn't find any trace of gentleness.

"Xiaoyou, it's time for you to go back to sleep." His words were extremely cold, not an inquiry, but an order.

He knew that preferential treatment was also a matter of concern in the inn, so he had promised her to go out to find the witch before.

Although finding Xia Luo and them is indeed the first priority, Yi Bing finds that Xiao You can't sense his mental state at all at this moment.

If it goes on like this, she will not be able to bear it.

After his reminder, Xiaoyou's continued excitement subsided slightly.

On the extremely bleak and temperatureless street, full of loss and gloom welled up in my heart.

Indeed, it was already late at night, and almost every shop was closed.

Even if you find a store, you'll have to close it.

She hummed pretentiously, and the direction she headed changed to the inn.

Ling Yibing stepped forward and reached a position parallel to her.

His eyes were full of water, and it was refreshingly gentle, "Xiaoyou, it's not just five days, it's five days." Whether that's true or not, and whatever happens next, we're all in this together. ”

Youwei lowered her head, and her long flowing hair completely covered half of her face.

She was silent for a long time, and it took a long time before she replied, "Thank you for saying this, Yi Bing." ”

*

Back at the hotel, Xiaoyou, who gently pushed the door in, found that Weiwei was already asleep.

She turned on the dark light at the head of the bed, and then took off her red cloak, not daring to make a loud noise, including taking a shower, for fear of affecting Vivi.

At this point, no one really had a good rest, after all, there were too many things in their hearts.

When the room is darkened again, waves of images play out in my mind like a movie, lingering.

Yuu tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, even though she was really tired.

She began to recall in her heart what Yi Bing said before, and it didn't make sense to think about it carefully.

From the initial conversation with Granny Medea, it can be seen that Granny Medea was absolutely supportive of the ritual.

But why did the mother-in-law reveal these plans to herself?

Does the first generation have anything to do with this project?

Is there really anything to do with the original generation???

And Medea also reminded herself that she had five days.

Isn't it a contradiction that she obviously looks very much about hating herself, why should she tell that she can save people?!!

- Not true!

Xiaoyou sat up from the bed as if frightened, and her heart beat fast.

The more she thought about it, the more wrong it became, and even a little creepy.