There are some anti-theft chapters that will be revised before ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

Mei Mi took a few quick steps, ordered her to clear the hallway when she met the first apprentice, and then walked into the largest coral room without looking back.

The rooms created for her by Cremar and Gavin were almost entirely white coral stone, with a soft, bright pink sheen, and all of the rosestone walls in the White Tower's Temple of Flo were replaced with coral carvings, known as "baby cheeks" The flesh-colored coral stone is as beautiful as it has temperature and elasticity, and when the embossed figures move under the impetus of magic, almost everyone who sees them falls into an uncontrollable illusion that they will caress it, kiss it, or do something sympathetic to it.

In order to show their piety, they would not even bring men into their rooms when they felt the need for them, but instead they were all exposed in the sacred temple of Flo, allowing the first human desires to cling to them - white runes were depicted on the low altar of the blood-colored clams, and incense boats with pure silver and amber were placed on the countertop, and the smell of myrrh and musk mixed with the smell of **** to form a peculiar taste- The last rays of the sun shine through the tiny gap between the walls and the zenith, forming star-like points of light on the ground, but fortunately there was still some time before night, and the temple was now only plum honey.

She knelt in front of the altar, her forehead against the clams, her dizzy mind slightly cleared up by the smooth and cold touch of the shellfish, she put her hand on the tourmaline, hesitated, took it off, and placed it on the altar - but suddenly. An indescribable sense of chagrin swept over her, and without thinking, she reached out and grabbed the tourmaline, shoved it into her chest, and pressed it to her heart—Mame knew she shouldn't have done this, and that Flo was not a great deity. She was not powerful, and she could be seen just by how much respect her priest could gain, but she was still a god after all, and her mother, who was also the priest of Flo, constantly forced her to put one of her favorite things on the hypothetical altar of Flo when she was only a toddler who could not walk, and if she showed signs of hesitation or regret, her mother would slap her fingers with a rattan stick. She couldn't help but clench her fists when she thought of the stark and tragic pain, but she knew that this was a mother's best lesson to her daughter—that Plum Honey's mother was Flo's priest, and that Plum would be Flo's priest, and that the gifts that men gave to Flor when they were in a state of madness were all beautiful and expensive, and that many young priests were cursed by Flor for hiding their favorite ornaments.

But this tourmaline is not the best, and Mei Mi reassures herself that it is just a rough stone that has been picked out of the sand and has not yet been polished and set. She had larger pieces of tourmaline and that pale gold pearl necklace. She could give it to Flo as much as she could.

So why are you leaving it? Since it's not the best.

Another voice in Memmy's heart said.

Because...... Its value lies not in itself, but in the person who gave it as a gift.

Flo's priest was prostrate on the ground, trembling wildly, sobbing and biting his lip - she couldn't, she couldn't...... No......

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"Your potion worked. Kerry said happily.

"It can't be said to have worked," the otherworldly soul shook its head slightly, "It's just an ordinary sleep potion." I just aggravated the ingredients of the mandala, but the mandala is just as poisonous. ”

―――――――――― the following chapters will be revised by 10 a.m. tomorrow morning.

Mei Mi took a few quick steps, ordered her to clear the hallway when she met the first apprentice, and then walked into the largest coral room without looking back.

The rooms Cremar and Gavin created for her were almost entirely white coral stone, with a soft, bright pink sheen. All the rosestone walls in the White Tower's temple of Flor are replaced with coral carvings, flesh-colored coral stones known as "baby cheeks" that seem to have a wonderful warmth and elasticity, and when the embossed figures move under the impetus of magic, almost everyone who sees them falls into an uncontrollable illusion that they will touch it, kiss it, or do something sympathetic to it.

In order to show their piety, they would not even bring men into their rooms when they felt the need for them, but instead they were all exposed in the sacred temple of Flo, allowing the first human desires to cling to them - white runes were depicted on the low altar of the blood-colored clams, and incense boats with pure silver and amber were placed on the countertop, and the smell of myrrh and musk mixed with the smell of **** to form a peculiar taste- The last rays of the sun shine through the tiny gap between the walls and the zenith, forming star-like points of light on the ground, but fortunately there was still some time before night, and the temple was now only plum honey.

She knelt in front of the altar, her forehead against the clams, her dizzy mind slightly cleared up by the smooth and cold touch of the shellfish, she put her hand on the tourmaline, hesitated, took it off, and placed it on the altar - but suddenly, an indescribable sense of chagrin swept over her, and without thinking she reached out and grabbed it, and shoved it into her chest, so that it was pressed against her heart. Mame knew she shouldn't have done this, Froe wasn't a great deity, she wasn't powerful, she could tell a little bit just by how much respect her priest could get, but she was still a god after all, her mother, who was also Flo's priest, constantly forced her to put one of her favorite things on the hypothetical Fro's altar when Mammy was just a toddler who couldn't walk, and if she hesitated or showed signs of regret, her mother would slap her fingers with a rattan stick, and the pain was so stark and terrible that she couldn't help but clench her fists when she thought about it。 But she knew that this was the best lesson a mother could have taught her daughter—that Memmy's mother was Flo's priest, and that Memy would be Flo's priest, and that the gifts that men gave to Flo's priest when they were in a state of lust were all beautiful and expensive, and that many young priests were cursed by Flo for hiding their favorite ornaments.

But this tourmaline is not the best, and Mei Mi reassures herself that it is just a piece of sand that has been picked out of the sand. The rough stones that had not yet been polished and set, she had larger pieces of tourmaline, and the pale gold pearl necklace, which she could dedicate to Flo.

So why are you leaving it? Since it's not the best.

Another voice in Memmy's heart said.

Because...... Its value lies not in itself, but in the person who gave it as a gift.

Flo's priest was prostrate on the ground, trembling wildly, sobbing and biting his lip - she couldn't, she couldn't...... No......

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

"Your potion worked. Kerry said happily.

"It can't be said to have worked," the otherworldly soul shook its head slightly, "It's just an ordinary sleep potion." I just aggravated the ingredients of the mandala, but the mandala is just as poisonous. ”

―――――――――― the following chapters will be revised by 10 a.m. tomorrow morning.

Mei Mi took a few quick steps, ordered her to clear the hallway when she met the first apprentice, and then walked into the largest coral room without looking back.

The rooms that Cremar and Gavin had created for her were almost all white coral stones, with a soft, bright pink sheen, and all the rosestone walls carved with the joy of young men and women in the White Tower's Temple were replaced with coral carvings, flesh-colored coral stones called "baby cheeks" that seemed to have a wonderful warmth and elasticity, when the embossed figures moved by magic. Almost everyone who sees them falls into an uncontrollable delusion that they will pet it. Kiss it, or do something sympathetic to it.

In the event that the priests felt the need, in order to show their piety, they did not even bring men into their rooms, but instead left themselves in the sacred temple of Flo, allowing the first human desires to cling to them—white runes depicting on the low altar of the blood-colored clams. On the countertop is a sterling silver inlaid amber incense boat, the smell of myrrh and musk is mixed with the smell of ****, forming a peculiar smell - today's last sunlight is projected through the small gap between the wall and the ceiling, forming a point of light like starry sand on the ground, fortunately, there is still some time before the evening. There is only plum honey in the temple now.

She knelt in front of the altar, her forehead against the clams, her dizzy mind slightly cleared up by the smooth and cold touch of the shellfish, she put her hand on the tourmaline, hesitated, took it off, and placed it on the altar - but suddenly, an indescribable sense of chagrin swept over her, and without thinking she reached out and grabbed it, and shoved it into her chest, so that it was pressed against her heart. Mame knew she shouldn't have done this, Froe wasn't a great deity, she wasn't powerful, she could tell a little bit just by how much respect her priest could get, but she was still a god after all, her mother, who was also Flo's priest, constantly forced her to put one of her favorite things on the hypothetical Fro's altar when Mammy was just a toddler who couldn't walk, and if she hesitated or showed signs of regret, her mother would slap her fingers with a rattan stick, and the pain was so stark and terrible that she couldn't help but clench her fists when she thought about itBut she knew that this was the best lesson a mother could have taught her daughter—that Plum Honey's mother was Flo's priest, and that Plum would be Flo's priest, and that the gifts that men gave to Flor when they were in love were all beautiful and expensive, and that many young priests were cursed by Flor for hiding their favorite ornaments.

But this tourmaline was not the best, and Mei Mi reassured herself that it was just a rough stone that had been picked out of the sand and had not yet been polished and set, and that she had a larger tourmaline and a pale gold pearl necklace, which she could give to Flo.

So why are you leaving it? Since it's not the best.

Another voice in Memmy's heart said.

Because...... Its value lies not in itself, but in the person who gave it as a gift.

Flo's priest was prostrate on the ground, trembling wildly, sobbing and biting his lip - she couldn't, she couldn't...... No......

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

"Your potion worked. Kerry said happily.

"It can't be said that it has worked," the soul of the other world shook his head slightly: "It's just an ordinary sleep potion, I just aggravated the ingredients of the mandala, but the mandala is just as poisonous." ”

―――――――――― the following chapters will be revised by 10 a.m. tomorrow morning.

Mei Mi took a few quick steps, ordered her to clear the hallway when she met the first apprentice, and then walked into the largest coral room without looking back.

The rooms created for her by Cremar and Gavin were almost entirely white coral stone, with a soft, bright pink sheen, and all of the rosestone walls in the White Tower's Temple of Flo were replaced with coral carvings, known as "baby cheeks" The flesh-colored coral stone is as beautiful as it has temperature and elasticity, and when the embossed figures move under the impetus of magic, almost everyone who sees them falls into an uncontrollable illusion that they will caress it, kiss it, or do something sympathetic to it. (To be continued.) )