Xuan Xuan wanted to hug her tighter again, but it was too late.

The illusion was like a battered glass, cracking and shattering lines on her grandmother's face, and her snow-white sideburns fell a little, and then collapsed into powder along with the small courtyard behind her.

The raven-colored fairy aura rampaged like a turbulent current, and the strong wind tore open the low-hanging curtains in the room, and the candlesticks on the table were extinguished.

Blue candle ......

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