"Alas,"

The female voice sighed again, distantly and resentfully.

No one knew what she was sighing about, and they didn't want to know. I guess it had something to do with the flower, because they were forced to feel the flower she was talking about!

Two voices in succession, with an irresistible chill, sounded coldly in their minds.

It's uncomfortable.

Donnie felt like she finally understood why the sound was described as "Dao", because the two voices were like scratches, one after the other deep in their minds.

Donnie was sure it was more torturous than a knife cut.

But just after the woman sighed, the two voices seemed to come to life. It was like two snakes swimming in her mind.

Swift and agile shuttling.

Donnie didn't understand why she could endure this severe pain without falling unconscious, and what was even more terrifying was that she could still feel the flowers outlined by the two snakes.

It was a flower that Donnie had never seen before, so brilliant that she could only use ordinary and tangible modifiers such as "good-looking" and "pretty".

Even if the snake is outlining a transparent flower, Donnie can imagine its beauty. Add color and it will be a soul-stirring flower.

Everyone is fascinated by the beauty of the flowers, even fascinated, and even lost. But this flower did not bloom for long, like an epiphany, fleeting.

Everyone was stunned, but they didn't come back to their senses. Just let the coolness of the withering flowers swim from my mind to my limbs to the soles of my feet.

As if they had something in their hearts, they slowly looked up at the night sky and looked at the blue moon.

Yes, the sky has long been swallowed up by darkness, and the red sun has been replaced by the blue moon. The green moonlight reflected the sluggishness and horror on those faces.

Not to mention the two strange sounds, the strange flower, even the feeling of that moment is strange and frightening, to be specific, the direction from which the voice came is not daring to think deeply.

It is like an ethereal female voice floating against the long river of time, and it is like a ghostly female voice flowing down the moonlight.

Without exception, even Ding Jing was apricot eyes, and her eyes were full of incredible.

It's not the same as usual, very different.

Could it be that this is the original appearance of "the clouds scatter and the snake sings to the moon", or is it a higher level than the previous one?

"But either way, they don't want to get better." Ding Jing thought quietly.

However, she didn't notice that everyone in the room seemed to have lost the ability to think and act. The horror that had just come to his senses had dissipated without a trace.

Just dumbfounded - Mochizuki.

Even if it is a crescent moon, even if it is a crescent moon, it is curved and thin and small. But it does not affect people to see its face clearly and see what is inside it.

That's a shadow.

Like a human but not a human, like a snake not a snake.

It is twisted and twisted, like a dream, making it difficult for people to recognize its form.

Just as everyone was occupied by the shadow of the moon, the voice rang out again.

It seemed to be a surprise "huh".

"This breath is... Hehe, interesting.." The person who didn't know when or where he came from finally had a fluctuation in his mood, and even his voice fluctuated.

The wind rises, the waves stop.

The wind was soft and cold, and perhaps even the Yongsi River felt its coldness, so the rushing and roaring river froze vividly.

Then, it turned into a realistic work of art.