When Yange returned to the space of the brain hole system, he entered his own chaotic space for the first time and stared at his own ontological tree.

Her body is still small and fragile.

She stared intently at her own tree and the two dangling hearts hanging from the treetops.

The first time she returned to the brainhole system space, Yange immediately restored her suppressed memories in the plane.

This time, Qin Chen is also a person she knows.

To be precise, it is not human, but beast.

This guy is a devouring beast.

How could the devouring beast build such a brain hole world?

Will it be such a darling?

Of course, the most confusing thing about Yange is what the Devouring Beast finally did to her.

Even if she had returned to the system space at this moment, her brows had a faint pain spreading all over her.

Too uncomfortable, this pain is like the body being pulled by a thin silk thread.

Pain is second, mainly the illusion that everything is restrained everywhere.

Reaching out, a small mirror turned into a hand immediately.

When she looked into the mirror, there was a drop of blood on her eyebrow, and the red blood dripped on her eyebrow, but she was fascinating and bright. She reached out and rubbed it a few times.

She was more certain that the blood swallowed the blood on her spirit.

The mirror in her hand was crushed by her and disappeared into the void the next moment.

Yan Ge lowered his eyes, took away the anger at the bottom of his eyes, and went back to the brain cavity system space expressionlessly.

The reason she was so insulted is that she was too weak. If you ca n’t resist, why are you angry? It ’s just a waste of energy.

Jiuwei's voice sounded weakly: "Miss, you, you brows, isn't that the imprint of the soul?"

Yange's voice was indifferent: "Is there any news for the chickens?"

Jiuwei: "No, not yet."

Words: "Oh."

She whispered so suddenly, the next moment she suddenly sacrificed her feather duster and smashed it somewhere in this pure white system space.

The scream of the fox squeaked sharply as the feather duster landed.

Nine-tailed little foxes also appeared in this space. His watery eyes looked at the song with tears: "Sister, younger sister, if you have something to say, please don't hit me, don't hit I sigh, tell me what I did wrong, you tell me, I change, I change! "

Yan Ge didn't stop, she took off again, a half-air spin, the feather duster in her hand was not toward the place where Nine Tail appeared, but to go in the opposite direction.

Another scream!

Such screams continued for a long time, and gradually, later, Jiuwei's voice began to weaken.

He finally showed his true shape. The little slap was big, but he was covered with blood. It looked like he was just rolling around in the blood pool, extremely embarrassed.

"Sister, sister, don't hit me, don't hit me, I don't know if the brain hole of the swallowing beast will appear in the brain hole system. Wow, I really don't know. You know, I and he will not die Endlessly, how could I cover him in front of you. "

The vocalist pinched the green feather duster, staring blankly at the blood-stained Jiuwei on the ground.

Jiuwei's pitiful "hum" sounded, but he knew that even if he hummed to death, the cruel and invisible woman in front of him would not show him a little bit of pity and softness.