However, there are other voices around!

fluttering, like ......

She slowly raised her head and looked at the small leaves that were shaking at a high frequency.

She felt that she had been hit too hard today, so although she was calm now, she was still dizzy and tinnitus. I don't know if I will be dazzled by myself if I continue to be dazzled like this......

Huh? Why doesn't it move? She's blinded? Well, it's just that the tinnitus is terrible...... Ah no, it hasn't been spent yet, you see, although the nearest tree is no longer shaking, but the one next to it is still dazzling, the shaky black branches...... It's not shaking anymore......

But looking at the dead tree a little farther away...... I can't go down...... The sound of tinnitus is gone......

The crow flew past his head again...... She drooped her eyelids and looked up at the trees. The trees quietly straightened up, like soldiers waiting to be reviewed.

“……”

There was a black line in her head - you told me it was a tree?! Are you sure it's not a dryant?!

She broke someone's branch before! Will this tree smoke her?! How can you play cards like this without following the routine?!

After thinking about it again, I felt that it was wrong, and if I really wanted to whip her, I should have pulled her when I broke the branches. Besides, I've been here several times, and I haven't been smoked?

She looked at the branches above her head with suspicion, and vaguely felt that the tree seemed to straighten up again. A black line appeared on her forehead. Seeing that little leaf, she suddenly thought of something.

This...... It can't be from the last place you broke off, right?

Thinking of this, she stepped on the table neatly, and tentatively stretched out her claws towards the small leaf, while observing the tree's reaction.

She pinched the little leaf, and the branches trembled almost imperceptibly.

No response? She slowly pressed harder, pretending to pluck the leaf.

A few branches could not hold back, and finally reached over, timidly holding her hand while carefully guarding the little leaf.

Her eyelids twitched, she looked at the poor branch, rolled her eyes, and let go of the little leaf. The branch that was waving its leaves quickly retracted, but the branch on her hand was still on her hand, and she had no intention of taking it back.

Standing on the table and observing, the place where the green leaves grew should be the same place where I broke it last time. There were also a few branches with a faint glow of green, all within her reach, which should be the other ones that were broken last time.

She was entangled in a branch and couldn't get off one hand, so she decisively stretched out her other hand and pinched the branch in a gesture to break. I saw that the branch trembled slightly, but it was still resolute not to let go of the "hand".

She hesitated for a while, and with a tentative mentality, she broke a small branch, and the rest of the branches wrapped around her, so one after the other, retracted, returned, gone!

Retract, return, go!

What kind of fairy operation is this?!

She looked at the "shy" branch a little dazed, and before she could react, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned her head to see another branch......

Puzzled, she looked along the branch of the tree with a resentful look, it was another tree.

Oh, my God! What the hell is going on?!

The branch seemed to be stared at embarrassed, and the branch shrank for a moment, and then stretched out firmly in front of her, as if begging: You will break one of mine too!

She really wondered if it was a tree. How can there be such a willful tree? How can there be a tree that likes to be broken by someone? And the one who took the initiative to send it to the door?

She tentatively broke the branches of the tree again, and after the branches were broken, the whole branch was quickly withdrawn, and the broken branch was protected in the twisted vine branch like a treasure.

Shaking her head, she was about to climb down when several branches stretched out in front of her!

She looked closely along the branches, and found that all the trees that had climbed into the wall and reached them had reached them.

She was very speechless and broke them one by one, and the branches were "satisfied" to retract the branches.

Climbing down the desk, she saw that the other branches that stretched out over the wall but couldn't reach them were all in a posture of impatience, and quickly entered a stone door, out of sight.

Aren't all these trees becoming sperm? Why is there a masochistic tendency?

She thought and walked, with no clear purpose, her heart full of Pandora's box and those swaggering branches.

In the story, Pandora opens the box and unleashes disaster and disease. Every note played by Pandora outside the story was like the palm of fate, choking her heart, and every stroke seemed to crush her heart and cut off her life.

She was still afraid of that strong feeling of having no way to survive, hoping that she and those unknown hands would not be like a cat playing with mice, watching her struggle between a glimmer of hope and pain and despair, and finally she was tired of playing again, and she choked the throat of her fate.

Although this may not be possible, she has a strong feeling in her heart. Maybe it's because I'm thinking too much, I'm afraid I'm afraid that I'm not thinking too much.

She walked aimlessly, and when an exit appeared in front of her, she realized that she had unconsciously and habitually walked to the main hall.

However, in the past two days, everything in the main hall is still the same, and when I look at it from a distance, even the inner room door is still the same as it is.

Walking to the door of the inner room, she pushed open the hidden stone door, and when she entered, the mountain wind blew again. It's a little colder than before, a little colder than before.

Looking at the empty inner room, except for the desk lying quietly, only the sound of the wind was left in the room.

Where did the wind come from?

She looked the entire chamber up and down, back and forth, and found no windows or vents. The only thing that has contact with the outside world is this gate, but outside this gate, there is indeed a calm and windless main hall.

There were no torches or windows, but everything could be seen clearly, as if there was no day or night, and it was neither light nor dark.

Perhaps the only thing that could be seen and touched, and that could still catch her attention, was the desk facing the door.

None of them. It may not seem unusual to others, but for her, it is the biggest anomaly. The desks used by the Orientals in later generations have appeared again and again in this ancient western country where time and space are unknown, which in her opinion is an extremely huge bug.

Walking to the desk, she took a closer look, but found nothing unusual, and sat down slowly, staring closely at the changes in the desk. And so the minutes passed.

Nothing out of the ordinary?

She was puzzled, looking at the first two, this desk is sorry for this dazzling setting if there is no moth? The routine is not right, huh?

She leaned back to look at the desk. There is a board in front of the desk drawer, and the top is locked! It was a desk that was more complete than the two in the courtyard outside. She had seen the old desks in the school, and the desks of the seniors who took care of the desks had such drawer hinges that flipped up and down. The gap around the hinge is large, but it is simply used to protect the book from being lost in the chamber of the table.

She leaned near the gap in the hinge to see what was hidden inside, but the howling mountain wind roared out and blew her eyes!

It turned out to be here!

In a small desk drawer, the mountain breeze is blowing all over the room! What's in there?