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"Yo, I'm back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Ron said to the red-haired girl in front of him, rubbing his head. The red-haired girl didn't look back, just stood there, not knowing what she was thinking. Ron looked at the surroundings, the spacious hall, the wooden floor, the two glass curtain walls, through the glass, you could clearly see the green grass outside, and the sunlight was a little dazzling.

"Well, this can't be out yet, right?" Ron's forehead was sweating, and the red-haired girl slowly turned her head, a few drops of blood and tears on her pale face, and disappeared through Ron's body without expression.

"Huh, Ron, where have you been? You and Aunt Mora are gone. Clotea appeared behind Ron, facing the red-haired girl who had just passed, Ron looked at Crodia's appearance and asked:

"Can't see this?" he pointed to the red-haired girl, and Clotea looked at him suspiciously, tilting her head to see beyond the glass. Somewhere, a little boy with a hollow-eyed eye was holding a ball, looking into the room.

"Ron, look, there, there's a little boy there!" Crotea slipped through the girl's body, grabbed Ron, and pointed to the corner outside. Ron, on the other hand, looked at the empty meadow with some inexplicability, not knowing what she meant.

"Can't you see?" Clotea looked a little gloomy, "I couldn't find anyone when I first came here, I called you for a long time, but I couldn't find you." Then I met this boy playing with a ball at the staircase on the second floor. I played with him for a long time, but he didn't speak, and then he disappeared soon after, and I came to look for him, but I didn't expect to meet you. Can't you see it?"

"Hmm. Well, I think about it. What's going on here. The red-haired girl had reached the stairs of the second floor, and she walked up the stairs step by step, but she did not make any sound, and when she reached the second floor, she turned her head and stared at Ron with bloody eyes, as if to say something.

"Hey, this is a sword, where did you get it?" Clotea was a little pleased to see the sword in his hand, when she didn't get the dagger as a magic weapon, she also had a special favor for the sword, especially the one in Ron's hand, which was moderately generous and arm-long, without the thickness of a big sword, nor the elegance of a stabbing sword, giving people the feeling of calmness and tranquility, "Lend me to make it." ”

"I'm thinking about it, and you're actually thinking about playing. Ron flicked her forehead mercilessly, but the sword in his hand was already handed out. Crotea touched her forehead and pursed her lips, unhappy with the sword in his hand.

"Uh. It's heavy. The sword she grabbed fell to the ground in an instant, smashing a hole in the wooden floor, and Ron looked at Crotea suspiciously.

"Can't hold it?" Ron asked, picking up the sword on the ground without feeling any difficulty, only to be attacked by Clodia's eyes, as if to say, you bt. He handed the sword to her again, and Clotea rubbed her wrist and shook her head.

"It's strange that you haven't seen you for a while, how much stronger your body is than me? Saya said that your hands are not good, although I don't think it's an injury, but you can swing a punch like that, it looks like you're injured, and now you're holding such a heavy sword, where you still look injured, let's find a time for us to compare." ”

"I just can't build a perfect magic circuit in my hands, so I just need to practice and recover from injuries or something. Ron flattened his mouth, "Talking to you, I forgot about business." I guess it's still a world in the mirror. ”

"The world in the mirror?" Clotea looked at him quizzically.

"I can't tell, but you triggered the mirror's mechanism, and a few of us were sucked in. Just split a few of us, and I just broke through where I was to get here. Ron explained, "What do you think. Did you find anything here?"

"No, no one else but the little boy. Clotea replied, and the two began to move around the room, and there was nothing left in the wooden house except for a wooden door that could be opened.

"Strange. Ron tucked his sword behind his back and looked at the house a little strangely, "No hints." It's like that, but how do you explain this room if it's a mirror?"

"What are you thinking? Clotea asked, and saw the boy playing with a ball not far away.

"Can you use magic?" Ron asked, and Clotea nodded, signaling yes, she closed her eyes and sensed it, but when she opened her eyes, there was something unusual.

"Ron, it doesn't seem to work, the perceptual magic is cut off. But fire magic can. Ron also closed his eyes slightly and felt it, and he found that as in the previous space, all other magic released would be interrupted except for the "explosion".

"What about the other types of magic, if my guess is correct, there should be problems with everything but fire. Ron said, and Crotea used the other magic again, then nodded, "That's a real problem. ”

"And how are we going to get out and burn down this house?" Clotea was eager to try, but Ron shuddered. When she said this, the red-haired girl on the second floor had a lot of blood in her eyes, and Ron could even see the white silk flying around her.

"Why do I have a sense of foreboding. Clotea muttered, an invisible breath sending her flying against the wall.

"What's wrong? Seeing Clotea injured, Ron panicked a little, he didn't find any attack, and instantly said that Crotea was flying. Clotea wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, staring at the place where the attack just came out, the little boy who was playing with the ball had appeared in front of Clotea with the ball, there was blood on his neck, and there was still a ball in his hand, it was clearly the boy's own head.

"So this is who you really are?" Clodia's flames skyrocketed, and when the red flames burned, the red-haired woman on the second floor roared down, Ron's face changed greatly, he didn't know that such a scene would make the red-haired woman go so berserk, and this woman was found by Crodia.

"Clodia, take three steps to the left!" Ron's words fell, and Clotea had already reacted, and the headless boy in front of him held his head and pounced on Ron like the wind.

"Ron, get down. Crothea reminded him that Ron lay down with his head in his hands, the pillar behind him turning into powder, and the place where Crotea had just broken was three large holes.

"What's going on!?" Ron asked.

"That boy, suddenly attacked you. He was holding his head, a headless child. Clotea replied, and when the red-haired girl's attack arrived, Ron prompted her to dodge again, and as soon as his prompt was completed, the child's attack arrived, as Clotea prompted.

"What's going on over there?" asked Crotea, dodging the red-haired woman's attack at Ron's prompt.

"It's a red-haired woman who shoots like a madman at you. Ron's brief words left her in the dark as she helped him dodge the little boy's attacks.

"I know, I know, who these two people are, no wonder it's so crazy. The corners of Ron's mouth twitched, his face very ugly, "Crotea put away the flames. ”

"Oh, that's not a passive beating. Clotea didn't know why, but she still put away the flames under Ron's serious gaze, and Ron stepped out of the "explosion" and appeared next to Crodia, avoiding the red-haired woman's attack. Soon, the red-haired woman floated back to the second floor above, the blood in her eyes returned to its original state, and the little boy's attack gradually stopped, and he hid in a corner with the ball.

"Scared to death. Why is there a red-haired one, I can't see it!" Crotea patted her chest.

"Really, even fire can trigger this attack. But it also gave me a rough idea of how to crack the game. Ron touched his nose, "As long as you don't stir up the breath of fire, you won't let them attack." ”

"It's so depressing. Clotea sat on the ground, drawing circles, "You said you know, what do you know?"

"The identity of the two of them. Ron said, and sat down as well, the dodge just now made him gasp slightly, after all, he had been through a lot of battles before, "This is what the man who wanted to take my body said. His words made Crotea hug her shoulders, and goosebumps welled up.

"What's that look on your face? How do you feel like you're thinking a little strangely. Ron watched Crothea in confusion, "The man said that he had been robbed of his body, and when he saw it outside, he hacked his wife to death, beheaded his own child, killed his mother, and burned down the house. ”

"No wonder they go crazy when they talk about what to do with this house. Clotea looked at the little boy who was hiding to the side and said, "But how are we going to get out?" ”

"Well, it's somewhere on the second floor. Ron affirmed, "Maybe there's another fight." I said I'd smash the damn mirror. ”

"How can you be sure it must be on the second floor?" Clotea pouted as she followed Ron's side.

"I said your IQ won't go all the way to your chest. Ron peeked at the turbulence of Clotea, who knew that she stood up proudly, with a proud face.

"It's bigger than your Saya. Shamelessly, Ron had an urge to beat her up, resisted the impulse, quickened his pace, and left Clotea a back, he didn't notice Clotea's flash of shyness and some unknown loss, and when the two reached the second floor, the red-haired woman and the little boy appeared in front of them at the same time.

"Well, according to the information you gave, the little boy came down from the second floor, and after I appeared, you appeared on the first floor, and the red-haired woman in front of me went up to the second floor and kept looking at the two of us. Judging by the judgment, the place where they had an accident should be on the second floor, which means that the damn mirror is also somewhere here. "By the way, Crodia, you can step back a little bit, you and her are kissing from my point of view. Crotea gave Ron a hygienic eye and took a step back, wiping her mouth desperately with her hands.

"Next time it's like this, say it early. Clotea said indignantly, "I have decided, in the future, you and Saya will be by your side, and the matter of using your brains will be left to you." ”

"Didn't you decide to do it a long time ago? Ron walked around the woman in red and walked forward, "Huh, you didn't attack?"

"I've been to the second floor and I know there's a room with a mirror. Clotea said, going first.

"Hey, why didn't you say such important information earlier?" Ron chased after him.

"I want you to take care of it. Clotea turned her head and stuck out her tongue, "You just don't want to tell you when I'm not feeling well." Here's it. She pointed to the door, where a mirror was standing quietly in the corner of the wall.

Ron pulled Crotea into it, but was blocked from the door.

"No, it's right in front of you. Ron tried several times and was still blocked.

"That's it. Crotea spread her hands and looked at Ron innocently.

"You don't say it. ”

"People want to stay with you a little longer, no. Crotea pulled out her pan and punched you if you dared to turn your face.

"Hey, are you Clotea, although you act like her in everything, but what you say is really misleading. Ron looked at the pan she raised, the muscles in his face twitching.

"Cut, I want you to take care of it. Putting away the pan, Crotea began to stare at everything in the room. The red-haired woman and the little boy both appeared behind them, not saying a word.

"Well, then, this sister, can you take us in?" Ron asked the woman behind him in a flattering manner, and Ron was a strange guy in Crodia's eyes, saying something to the air. Who would have thought that the woman would nod, she took the little boy's hand and walked slowly towards the house.

"That's it?" Crotea stared blankly as the little boy walked into the room as if he was being led by something, and Ron shrugged his shoulders to show that he didn't know, but just reached forward and pushed forward. All the barriers on the door turned into a dim magic circle and slowly disappeared. Crotia followed.

The fire roasted the whole room like purgatory, the stout man wielded an axe and cut the red-haired girl to the ground, the little boy holding the ball was completely speechless, he watched the girl fall to the ground in a daze, the man covered in blood walked towards him, the giant axe fell, and the little boy's head rolled down like a ball in his hand. The whole house was reduced to ashes in the fire.

"Vomit!" Clotea and Ron finally stepped out of the room, but she was very uncomfortable covering her mouth and vomiting there, without the slightest concern for Ron's existence, after stepping into that room, it turned out to be a replay of the two of them before death, such a close cruel death made Clotea even more angry, especially the little boy exhaled "Daddy" before he died, "I swear, if that guy is still alive, I must crush every bone of him." Gross!"

"Little girl, don't be so violent, leave this kind of thing to me. Ron patted her on the back and said.

However, it was not the Snow Witch Palace that appeared in front of the two of them, but something that galloped along the wide road, flanked by magical lamps shrouded in mist that emitted an eerie glow.

"Hey, it's over!!" Ron growled.

"Hey, Ron, Clodia, do you want a ride?" The long waterfall hair spread out from a round object, and a leather leotard highlighted the figure of the future man to the fullest, and the silver two-wheeled object roared underneath, she puffed up her chest and smiled charmingly at Clodia's envious gaze.

"Mora, sister. Clotea blushed.

"Why is the way you play so impressive?" Ron said in his heart.

"Let's go, let you feel the charm of the magic locomotive!" Mora snapped two round objects over their heads, beckoning them to point to an empty seat behind them.

Ron, Clotea was embarrassed, under Mora's gaze, Ron and Clotea squeezed in the middle, seriously, why did Clotea sit in the middle? Ron let out a sigh as the long hair on her head swept her nose.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]