Song Yanqing walked to Ferdinand and them.

Both Ferdinand and Lois looked at Song Yanqing who walked in with a little shock.

Lois seemed to be able to recognize him vaguely, and her pupils shrank as soon as she saw it.

Ferdinand was a little confused.

He seemed to feel a familiar breath from this man...

Just familiar.

Obviously he had never seen this man.

However, he could see that this was a very good man, and he seemed to have a close relationship with the girl in the room.

Song Yanqing just glanced at Ferdinand up and down, as if scanning a less important person, a fascinating smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Something."

He didn't know what he was referring to.

Shi Canyun's eyes were red: "You...you are a formation mage!"

He has realized what Song Yanqing is going to do.

However, he couldn't move at this time, and he was even a little reluctant to say what he said.

No one answered him, Song Yanqing did not put his eyes on Shi Canyun, his pupils were locked on Ferdinand's body.

Those dark eyes were so mysterious and deep, as if there was a storm-like vortex in the deepest part, and something was spinning.

Ferdinand wanted to say something, but found that his mind was a little lost.

Reason told him that the situation was not right, but he just couldn't control it. There were a lot of things flashing through his mind, as if he had been uncontrollably going through everything from childhood to adulthood, and there were still some messy things in his mind. sound.

The voice was faintly tempting, he was out of control, but he didn't understand.

I also feel that there is something, as if it is gradually separating from myself.

In the room thousands of miles away, Bernie felt a strong pressure that made him unable to breathe.

He was already badly injured and could no longer resist. He was suppressed by this force and vomited again.

He knew that he couldn't hold it anymore, and he couldn't help it.

His dry fingers scratched **** the ground, but he didn't even leave a trace.

He has no strength anymore.

On that old, rotten cheek, on the only remaining skin and flesh, there was a tear: "Lois... I'm sorry..."

Similarly, Lois in the hotel suddenly shed two lines of tears on her perfect face.

Ferdinand began to frown, he felt a bad movement, his breathing began to rush, and his fingers subconsciously covered his heart.

On the contrary, Song Yanqing, standing in front of him, did not seem to have changed drastically, but it seemed that something was changing imperceptibly.

The sick and weak aura from his body was gradually dissipating, and the black aura that had not yet dissipated in the future was flowing to Qiao Jin's fingertips.

He became more and more calm, and his gentle and clear temperament became more and more mysterious and misty, like a noble son walking out of a picture scroll, with a moving brilliance.

He became more and more quiet and mysterious.

It's just that the smile on the corner of his lips is still so gentle. Corresponding to this, Ferdinand's face suddenly lost its blood.

He could barely control it, feeling that he had difficulty breathing, and fell to the ground.

"Ferdinand!"

Lois screamed, but couldn't help him.