Hairoul's gaze instantly solidified, and he felt something in his mind was expanding rapidly, and he was about to tear the invisible barrier and squirt out.
She instinctively looked away and curled up slightly.
Then, she felt a light rise from the depths of her heart, explode into countless pieces of memory in her mind, roaring back and forth.
She remembered what she had happened at home that day, and the actions of her father, mother, maid, male servant, or wearing glasses or pressing her eyes. The indescribable sense of horror was so vivid that it seemed to be engraved into her bone marrow.
The expression on Hayroul's face collapsed, and his whole body shivered, trembling. The maid in the car was stunned for a moment. He quickly stood up, stretched out his hands, and tried to help his lady up.
No!Heroul trembled and shouted in a nearly sharp voice.
The maid was frightened and frightened, and stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do.
After shouting, Hayroul relaxed a lot, rubbed her and sat up, looking forward with extreme fear. He saw that the postman wearing monocles had entered another street, leaving only his back.
Me, I was a little uncomfortable just now, and now it's much better.Heroul turned his head and said to the maid barely.
She found that she was not as frightened as she remembered, and seemed to have been able to accept that situation after a period of adaptation.
Otherwise, I might have lost control just now... Why do I use the word "out of control"... Fortunately, I forgot this memory before. When I saw the postman, I didn't do much eye-catching things. It took me ten seconds to collapse. Otherwise, I might be noticed and something terrible would happen...Helloul's thoughts flashed uncontrollably, and his body still had a slight tremor.
Miss, do you need to go to the clinic?The maid asked quickly.
Heroul instinctively shook his head, his mind was in chaos, and he said casually:
Let’s go to the ‘Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund’ first, and I remember there is a private clinic nearby.
OKThe maid turned around and ordered the coachman to speed up.
Heroul took deep breaths continuously, trying to adjust his tight, panic, and fearful mood.
I have to say that this has a certain effect. She seemed to have calmed down a little more without directly breaking down.
At this time, there was an extra sparrow above the carriage. It squeezed its right eye and spit out human language in a nearly none of its voice:
She seemed to have some unnecessary misunderstandings about me.
It seems that ‘I’ve had an intersection with her before, Ah, she is a resident of Berklund Street, and it’s interesting…
Not long after, the carriage arrived on Pestfield Street. Seeing that the Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund was not far away, Heroul suddenly spoke:
Go to church.
Go to St. Samuel's Church first!
I want to pray.
She wants to tell the bishops what she had happened that day and what she saw today!
In the gap in the carriage, a black ant moved his right tentacle and whispered in a human voice:
Humans today are really uncreative. They like to go to church when they encounter something. I thought they would find something with her. Next time, next time, I will steal the church in front of them.
While speaking, the ant's other tentacle also moved.
Hairoul suddenly forgot what he said just now, forgot what he remembered before, forgot to meet a postman wearing monocles, she got off the carriage at the door of the Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund and walked in with the maid.
Obviously, her maid and her coachman didn't remember the last order either.
Within the Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund, Audrey welcomed Herool and took the new friend to participate in the aid activities for the injured soldiers on the front line.
Because German Sparrow made the secret sect leader Zarathu and other angels lurking to Beckland, Audrey cautiously gave up the third stage of treatment for Heroul, hoping that the other party would not recall his previous experience for the time being, so as not to have any accidents.
Her current plan is to help others to gradually cheer up by participating in charity activities and enhance her ability to resist psychological shadows.
…………
In the free city of pirates, Fors is drinking high-concentration fruit wine from local specialties, recording today's experiences and experiences.
Suddenly, her inspiration was touched and her instinct looked to the side.
She immediately saw a figure emerging in the void, quickly outlining it, it was Germansparo, who was wearing a half-tall hat, a black windbreaker and a cold-faced face.
After browsing the floor, Fors stood up with a wine glass and a pen, and subconsciously spoke:
Good afternoon, uh, Mr. Sparo.
While speaking, she hurriedly put the items in her hand on the table.
Klein pressed his hat and looked around and said:
Want to leave?
Forsi's eyes moved left and right for a moment and thought, he was so cold in front of me, afraid that he just wanted to attract my attention.Hoho, man.
Maybe it's time for me to turn over and be my master?
In the past, I was afraid of Mr. "World" because I was afraid of being killed immediately.But how could he be willing to hurt me now?
So, what else is there to be afraid of?
But he still replied from the heart:
OK
In the past few days, she has initially recorded the characteristics of this city different from other places.
Klein didn't speak, and pointed at the items on the desk with his chin, signaling the magician, Miss, to clean up quickly.
Without any hesitation, Fors quickly sorted out the manuscript, as if he had heard the order.
Klein stood there, watching the other person be busy, and suddenly spoke:
How was that thriller story written?
Forss' body trembled slightly, and then replied:
It's soon, it's soon.
Klein nodded slightly:
How long will it take?
One week, no, five days, up to five days.Forth replied quickly.
Klein didn't say anything more, and waited until Forth packed up the manuscript, pen, half a bottle of wine and other souvenirs, took two steps forward and grabbed the other person's shoulder.
Countless figures that were difficult to describe their bodies passed by, Forth was a little more relaxed than last time, and was even trying to record this trip.
Not long after, she returned to Beckland, to the alley where she had disappeared before, and heard the world Germansparrow said:
Let's go on a few days off.
Pay attention to the reply letter, and ask your teacher again if there is any information related to the "Blood Emperor" Tuduo, mainly from various relics.
OKFors quickly agreed and thanked him.
After being separated from Germansparrow, she returned to a street in the East Side and entered the room she shared with Hug.
Don't put down the newspaper and look at your friend and say:
Is it effective?
The effect is good. This time I went to a free city belonging to pirates... Before Fors finished speaking, his face changed slightly, and he gave me my coffee beans and cigarettes.
Why?Isn't there?Xiu asked in confusion.
Fors kept heading straight to the room inside, sat at the desk, spread out the manuscript, picked up the pen, and said without looking back:
For the new book!
Remember to make coffee for me!
Xiu followed him to the bedroom door, opened his mouth when he heard this, but said nothing.
…………
Another place in the East District, in a similar layout of rental houses.
Since Zaratho had arrived in Beckland, Amon would be fished at some point. The true purpose of the Red Angel evil spirit is unknown. He also intends to prevent George III from becoming the Black Emperor. On the one hand, Crane is stepping up digestion of the Wizard, and on the other hand, he is also making various preparations.
At this moment, he had handled the magician's affairs and spread out the letter paper and wrote:
Dear Mr. Azke:
I have learned a lot of ancient history during this period. I believe you should be very interested, otherwise you would not choose to be a history teacher after losing your memory.
These history involves secrets and are not convenient to tell them in the letter. When you wake up, I will share it with you in person...
Also, I can now make a talisman called ‘Yesterday Reappearance’, and once used, you can find your past self from the pores of history and borrow power from Him.
This is actually not worth caring about. The most important thing is that it can directly retrieve your memory from your past self, and you don’t need to wake up a little bit with decades. I think you should like it...
I have two letters attached to it. If you wake up, you can try the effect...
I am currently in an environment full of undercurrents. If you come here, please be sure to pay attention and observe the good situation in advance...
...I will try to do something about George III's promotion to "Black Emperor", but the possibility of success is slim...
Finally, I wish you good luck and I wish you a quick wake-up, your eternal student, Klein Moretti.
Fold the letter paper, and Klein stuffed it into the envelope with two reappeared yesterday.
Then he took out the Azk bronze whistle and blew it.
The huge messenger of bones immediately emerged from the floor and took the letter with a lower end than Klein.
Klein nodded gently, watching the messenger disintegrate into bones and disappear.
After doing all this, he raised the paper crane folded by Will Ansetin from his wallet with two fingers, and wrote on it with a pencil:
I want to ask for something.
He then put the paper crane under his pillow, lay down on himself, and went to a deep sleep with the help of meditation.
Deep in the dark spire, Klein once again saw Will Ansitine wrapped in silver silk sitting in the black stroller.
Before the other party could speak, he asked straightforwardly:
Do you know who can get the way to accommodate ‘uniqueness’?What price will it cost?
If the price is unbearable, then forget it... Krain silently added another sentence in his heart.
Will Ansetin, who was sucking his thumb, was stunned and said:
Do you want me to accommodate the 'Directive'?
Klein Zheng said with a key point:
No matter whether you can succeed or not, you have to work hard.
As soon as he finished speaking, Will Anssetin's tears fell.
The chubby baby pounded the side with his hands, cried very sadly, and sobbed:
Useless... It's too late... I've restarted and I have to grow for at least twenty-two years before I can accommodate 'uniqueness'... Why didn't you say that earlier...
I am so unfortunate... it must be that Uloris's stupid snake that took away too much luck...
She instinctively looked away and curled up slightly.
Then, she felt a light rise from the depths of her heart, explode into countless pieces of memory in her mind, roaring back and forth.
She remembered what she had happened at home that day, and the actions of her father, mother, maid, male servant, or wearing glasses or pressing her eyes. The indescribable sense of horror was so vivid that it seemed to be engraved into her bone marrow.
The expression on Hayroul's face collapsed, and his whole body shivered, trembling. The maid in the car was stunned for a moment. He quickly stood up, stretched out his hands, and tried to help his lady up.
No!Heroul trembled and shouted in a nearly sharp voice.
The maid was frightened and frightened, and stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do.
After shouting, Hayroul relaxed a lot, rubbed her and sat up, looking forward with extreme fear. He saw that the postman wearing monocles had entered another street, leaving only his back.
Me, I was a little uncomfortable just now, and now it's much better.Heroul turned his head and said to the maid barely.
She found that she was not as frightened as she remembered, and seemed to have been able to accept that situation after a period of adaptation.
Otherwise, I might have lost control just now... Why do I use the word "out of control"... Fortunately, I forgot this memory before. When I saw the postman, I didn't do much eye-catching things. It took me ten seconds to collapse. Otherwise, I might be noticed and something terrible would happen...Helloul's thoughts flashed uncontrollably, and his body still had a slight tremor.
Miss, do you need to go to the clinic?The maid asked quickly.
Heroul instinctively shook his head, his mind was in chaos, and he said casually:
Let’s go to the ‘Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund’ first, and I remember there is a private clinic nearby.
OKThe maid turned around and ordered the coachman to speed up.
Heroul took deep breaths continuously, trying to adjust his tight, panic, and fearful mood.
I have to say that this has a certain effect. She seemed to have calmed down a little more without directly breaking down.
At this time, there was an extra sparrow above the carriage. It squeezed its right eye and spit out human language in a nearly none of its voice:
She seemed to have some unnecessary misunderstandings about me.
It seems that ‘I’ve had an intersection with her before, Ah, she is a resident of Berklund Street, and it’s interesting…
Not long after, the carriage arrived on Pestfield Street. Seeing that the Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund was not far away, Heroul suddenly spoke:
Go to church.
Go to St. Samuel's Church first!
I want to pray.
She wants to tell the bishops what she had happened that day and what she saw today!
In the gap in the carriage, a black ant moved his right tentacle and whispered in a human voice:
Humans today are really uncreative. They like to go to church when they encounter something. I thought they would find something with her. Next time, next time, I will steal the church in front of them.
While speaking, the ant's other tentacle also moved.
Hairoul suddenly forgot what he said just now, forgot what he remembered before, forgot to meet a postman wearing monocles, she got off the carriage at the door of the Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund and walked in with the maid.
Obviously, her maid and her coachman didn't remember the last order either.
Within the Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund, Audrey welcomed Herool and took the new friend to participate in the aid activities for the injured soldiers on the front line.
Because German Sparrow made the secret sect leader Zarathu and other angels lurking to Beckland, Audrey cautiously gave up the third stage of treatment for Heroul, hoping that the other party would not recall his previous experience for the time being, so as not to have any accidents.
Her current plan is to help others to gradually cheer up by participating in charity activities and enhance her ability to resist psychological shadows.
…………
In the free city of pirates, Fors is drinking high-concentration fruit wine from local specialties, recording today's experiences and experiences.
Suddenly, her inspiration was touched and her instinct looked to the side.
She immediately saw a figure emerging in the void, quickly outlining it, it was Germansparo, who was wearing a half-tall hat, a black windbreaker and a cold-faced face.
After browsing the floor, Fors stood up with a wine glass and a pen, and subconsciously spoke:
Good afternoon, uh, Mr. Sparo.
While speaking, she hurriedly put the items in her hand on the table.
Klein pressed his hat and looked around and said:
Want to leave?
Forsi's eyes moved left and right for a moment and thought, he was so cold in front of me, afraid that he just wanted to attract my attention.Hoho, man.
Maybe it's time for me to turn over and be my master?
In the past, I was afraid of Mr. "World" because I was afraid of being killed immediately.But how could he be willing to hurt me now?
So, what else is there to be afraid of?
But he still replied from the heart:
OK
In the past few days, she has initially recorded the characteristics of this city different from other places.
Klein didn't speak, and pointed at the items on the desk with his chin, signaling the magician, Miss, to clean up quickly.
Without any hesitation, Fors quickly sorted out the manuscript, as if he had heard the order.
Klein stood there, watching the other person be busy, and suddenly spoke:
How was that thriller story written?
Forss' body trembled slightly, and then replied:
It's soon, it's soon.
Klein nodded slightly:
How long will it take?
One week, no, five days, up to five days.Forth replied quickly.
Klein didn't say anything more, and waited until Forth packed up the manuscript, pen, half a bottle of wine and other souvenirs, took two steps forward and grabbed the other person's shoulder.
Countless figures that were difficult to describe their bodies passed by, Forth was a little more relaxed than last time, and was even trying to record this trip.
Not long after, she returned to Beckland, to the alley where she had disappeared before, and heard the world Germansparrow said:
Let's go on a few days off.
Pay attention to the reply letter, and ask your teacher again if there is any information related to the "Blood Emperor" Tuduo, mainly from various relics.
OKFors quickly agreed and thanked him.
After being separated from Germansparrow, she returned to a street in the East Side and entered the room she shared with Hug.
Don't put down the newspaper and look at your friend and say:
Is it effective?
The effect is good. This time I went to a free city belonging to pirates... Before Fors finished speaking, his face changed slightly, and he gave me my coffee beans and cigarettes.
Why?Isn't there?Xiu asked in confusion.
Fors kept heading straight to the room inside, sat at the desk, spread out the manuscript, picked up the pen, and said without looking back:
For the new book!
Remember to make coffee for me!
Xiu followed him to the bedroom door, opened his mouth when he heard this, but said nothing.
…………
Another place in the East District, in a similar layout of rental houses.
Since Zaratho had arrived in Beckland, Amon would be fished at some point. The true purpose of the Red Angel evil spirit is unknown. He also intends to prevent George III from becoming the Black Emperor. On the one hand, Crane is stepping up digestion of the Wizard, and on the other hand, he is also making various preparations.
At this moment, he had handled the magician's affairs and spread out the letter paper and wrote:
Dear Mr. Azke:
I have learned a lot of ancient history during this period. I believe you should be very interested, otherwise you would not choose to be a history teacher after losing your memory.
These history involves secrets and are not convenient to tell them in the letter. When you wake up, I will share it with you in person...
Also, I can now make a talisman called ‘Yesterday Reappearance’, and once used, you can find your past self from the pores of history and borrow power from Him.
This is actually not worth caring about. The most important thing is that it can directly retrieve your memory from your past self, and you don’t need to wake up a little bit with decades. I think you should like it...
I have two letters attached to it. If you wake up, you can try the effect...
I am currently in an environment full of undercurrents. If you come here, please be sure to pay attention and observe the good situation in advance...
...I will try to do something about George III's promotion to "Black Emperor", but the possibility of success is slim...
Finally, I wish you good luck and I wish you a quick wake-up, your eternal student, Klein Moretti.
Fold the letter paper, and Klein stuffed it into the envelope with two reappeared yesterday.
Then he took out the Azk bronze whistle and blew it.
The huge messenger of bones immediately emerged from the floor and took the letter with a lower end than Klein.
Klein nodded gently, watching the messenger disintegrate into bones and disappear.
After doing all this, he raised the paper crane folded by Will Ansetin from his wallet with two fingers, and wrote on it with a pencil:
I want to ask for something.
He then put the paper crane under his pillow, lay down on himself, and went to a deep sleep with the help of meditation.
Deep in the dark spire, Klein once again saw Will Ansitine wrapped in silver silk sitting in the black stroller.
Before the other party could speak, he asked straightforwardly:
Do you know who can get the way to accommodate ‘uniqueness’?What price will it cost?
If the price is unbearable, then forget it... Krain silently added another sentence in his heart.
Will Ansetin, who was sucking his thumb, was stunned and said:
Do you want me to accommodate the 'Directive'?
Klein Zheng said with a key point:
No matter whether you can succeed or not, you have to work hard.
As soon as he finished speaking, Will Anssetin's tears fell.
The chubby baby pounded the side with his hands, cried very sadly, and sobbed:
Useless... It's too late... I've restarted and I have to grow for at least twenty-two years before I can accommodate 'uniqueness'... Why didn't you say that earlier...
I am so unfortunate... it must be that Uloris's stupid snake that took away too much luck...
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