Yes, my sister is missing.

The elder brother was inspired by Luo Ying to concoct the same method and free himself from the giant python. And Jicheng is also very clever, without waiting for his brother to speak, he insisted on holding on to the python in one breath, and turned around to help his sister who had fainted beside him.

My brother didn't have time to take care of him, so he rushed over to check on and rescue me, who was already unconscious.

It's a mess.

When everything is quiet, the python disappears, the cutlery reappears, and is placed on the dining table, with a golden halo on the edge of the vessel, which is fragile and delicate, and the slender spoon snuggles up to it, faintly red, like a perfect match.

However, a glance at it is already chilling all over the body. There is a kind of beauty in this world called creepy.

No one swallows. Except, Luoying.

"Why is the sea missing?!" suddenly heard my brother snort.

I woke up and looked over to my sister's seat.

Sure enough, empty.

I stood up and looked around blankly, as far as I could see, in a whole bright dining car, how could there be a shadow of my sister!

Jicheng was interested, didn't wait for anyone to ask, and stood up with a confused face: "I used my thin spoon to look at the giant snake and stabbed it violently, and then ripped off the snake body wrapped around the neck of the painting sea, and saw the giant python transform into a big bowl again, patted the cheek of the painting sea, and watched her open her eyes, and her breathing slowly smoothed out, I ......"

"What are you?" I asked, finally able to make my voice.

"I'm so tired...... I couldn't stop being afraid of ......" Jicheng glanced at me uneasily, then at my brother nervously, and said in a low voice: "I see that she has woken up, and I think it's okay, so I lay on the back of the chair, buried my head in my arms, and slowly ...... I really, really can't face this cutlery that will turn into a monster at any time......"

"Sister, sister!" I shouted, the dining car was so big, bright and transparent, how could there be a hiding place for the painting sea? My brother patted me on the shoulder and instructed, "You stay here, don't run around, I'll look for it." As he spoke, he had already flashed out of the dining car, and Jicheng hesitated for a moment and followed.

I stood at the dining table, staring at the glass bowl in front of me at the colorful fruits, red for apples, green for pears, orange for oranges, yellow for ...... What is it, my brother taught me to recognize, oval, one head is big, the other is small, full and delicate, luster and attractive, yellow, heavy...... Why can't you remember the name......

"Mango. Suddenly, someone said.

Mango, yes, "Mango"! I looked at the man who spoke—and my heart instantly froze.

It's Luoying. The man was still sitting here, not in a hurry, and he rested his elbows on the table, studying the bowl of fruit in front of him, just as I did.

Oh yes, I'm still wandering here!

Suddenly I thought of something, and I bent down, lifted the snow-white tablecloth, and crawled under the table.

The moment I lifted the tablecloth, I heard a small and noisy sound, and when I got under the table, the tablecloth hung down, and the whole world became dark and silent.

The sound and the heartbeat were sealed in darkness. I feel like I've become a part of the black myself. In the dark, little by little, it dissolves and spreads out.

I held my breath, knowing that it was useless to be afraid. I could crawl out from under this table on all fours, on all fours, and I didn't hear any movement, but I did, and that movement might give me the answer I wanted.

So I stayed quietly in the dark. Waiting.

One. Two. Three.

My patience and silence finally waited for them to appear.

Three little people with shiny bodies appeared in the darkness before my eyes. It was only the size of my palm, with small and delicate features, silver-white hair braided into fine braids, and two transparent wings on my back, which were thin and beautiful, with fine lines like a gossamer. With each flick of the wings, the body becomes extraordinarily brighter. They floated in the air, flapping their wings rapidly, so that the whole person looked wonderful and bright, and I felt that I was huge and vulgar, and I was afraid to frighten them when I exhaled more.

They were vigilantly silent. I lay under the table, looked at them, and did not dare to speak.

Alas, that's not the way to go.

"You-you-well-" I whispered to them.

They don't speak.

"I'm Meiyi. I wanted to find my sister and she was gone. Do you know where she is?" "It's really hard for me to not be able to speak loudly, so I can only express myself by squeezing my eyebrows.

They still don't speak. The frequency of flapping wings slows down. The body is not so dazzling, it is a soft light. Shine a light on each other, and a light on me.

I wondered if I had asked the wrong person, and I should get out from under the table and look somewhere else, and then I noticed that the three winged figures, though handsome, had dull skin, gray eyes, and lifeless.

Seeing that they still didn't mean to speak, I had to nod my head and turn around to go out. A winged figure suddenly said in a very light voice, "Let's tell her." As he spoke, he quietly turned his face towards me.

"Don't. The other winged villain stopped him. His brows were furrowed, and his face was full of anxiety and distrust.

"Whatever. But it looks like she's — not bad. The third winged villain had an indifferent face.

"Actually—" The first villain said to me, as if encouraged.

"Don't," the anxious villain interrupted him again, "they're all in a gang and can't be trusted." As he spoke, he flapped his wings, and his whole body shone brightly, and a pair of gray eyes were hollow and bottomless, as if his soul had been snatched.

"Please—" I raised my voice unconsciously, as if they really knew something, "Please tell me, my sister is very important to me!" I said, and I couldn't help but reach out and touch the first little man who had kindness to me.

He didn't expect me to touch him, and a flutter didn't speed up my hand, and my fingertips touched his wings, and he was startled, and his wings retracted, and he fell down.

I hurriedly reached out my palm to pick him up, and he staggered to the center of my palm. A pair of gray-white eyes looked at me, first frightened, then slowly calmed down, and the feet rubbed back and forth in the center of my palms, making me itch.

The other two winged figures also flew over, hanging above my palms, not landing, just turning their faces at their kind with concern.

"Come down, come down. He gently called the two winged villains who refused to land, and there was a faint surprise on his face: "She is warm." ”

Warm?

The two little men were suspicious, flapping their wings as if they were about to land, and I quickly and thoughtfully spread out my other hand to make a platform for them, and my body knelt down, the tip of my nose almost poking the edge of their wings. A tickle.

The three of them stood in the center of my hands, first rubbing their feet tentatively, then retracting their wings and lying directly in the sockets of my palms, their cold and soft little cheeks against the skin of my palms, and began to roll, itching me to chuckle.

"It's warm, it's warm. It's not the same, it's not the same. Tell her, tell her!" the three of them relaxed a lot, chirping and making the same tiny sound I heard when I lifted the tablecloth.

"Your sister, she is not lost. The first said.

She didn't leave either. The second said.

"She's ......," said the third, triumphantly.

"Are you looking for someone or digging for treasure!" someone sneered softly, lifted the tablecloth, the light rushed in, my palm was light, and the three winged villains seemed to be swept away in an instant, and disappeared into invisibility.