Chapter 1945, reality (1)

The system is holding the soul of Bai Weiwei who has retired, and carefully avoids the storm of time and space.

Then it quickly reached the reality door not far away.

He did not dare to go on.

The red line on Bai Weiwei is conspicuous.

The golden light faintly flows with a strange and deep power.

His flame can't break it.

This kind of power makes the system feel uncomfortable, perhaps with the meaning of evil imprisonment.

So he thinks the golden power on this red line is very dangerous.

The system holds Bai Weiwei's soul circle, but can't never return to reality.

Although he gave Bai Weiwei a weakened face memory, he still had a long time to live in the plane.

But her status will still be very tired.

This kind of tiredness can't be changed.

The system stagnated for a while and suddenly took out a wool doll.

This wool is the magic wool produced by the wool factory.

After he knitted the sweater hat, he left a little, so he weaved a wool doll in the same way as Bai Weiwei.

I was thinking about setting up a good look when commemorating.

The magic on this wool doll can smother the atmosphere.

When he weaved the doll, he thought of Bai Weiwei.

That doll has smothered a lot of Bai Weiwei's breath.

The system measures the doll and looks at it. You can only try it.

He clung to the soul of Bai Weiwei, and also strengthened the two flame chains.

I am afraid that the soul will be separated from his palm.

The system silently accumulates power, and then erupts to the door of reality.

Black and gold edges, a huge force appeared.

The system throws the doll to the golden edge.

The strength of the blood sea bone mountain suddenly stopped.

It seems to be attracted to what has passed.

The power on the red line is loose, this little pause.

When he was caught by the system, he rushed into the door of reality and disappeared.

The door of reality closes and isolates the power of the red line.

In the boundless darkness, one hand, the darkness appears.

Elegance, such as the skeleton of white jade, the flawless back of the hand, with an unbroken force.

Opened the darkness.

The power of the finger suddenly faded again.

The solitary doll lies on the dark border.

Touch your fingertips and pick it up gently.

The man sitting on the throne of the bone, a cold doll suddenly appeared a doll.

The doll is very delicate, the wool is woven and a small flower is worn on the head.

A touch of magic surrounds the doll.

The magic is entangled in a familiar atmosphere.

Yes... that soul?

The man with his eyes half-closed and completely indifferent, gently moved his eyelashes.

In the golden eyes, there was a wave of ripples.

Then he closed his eyes again, his fingers bent slightly, and the dolls lay in their palms.

The smell of the doll.

Very comfortable.

The system is in my heart, and it’s a fool of the past.

However, in the heart, Ye Yuxuan will be lifted up.

Said not to tie Bai Weiwei to the red line.

Is he jealous?

Bai Weiwei was killed, he was looking for Ye Yuxuan to pay.

That madman.

Emotional fragments have not yet been collected.

It is so impatient to reveal the pathological dark paranoia.

Although I know Ye Yuxuan, this kind of person, because of nature is strong, air transport against the sky, but the pride of the hit, the protagonist.

But the shortcomings are also unusually conspicuous.

In this person's character, the mobility is stronger than anyone else.

Possession and paranoia are also much more than ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)