But if you want to talk about awe, panic, and anxiety, this kind of emotion does not exist at all!

Even in the heart, a corner hidden deep in my heart seemed to be heard with contemptuous sneer?

Anle's empty emotions slightly rippled, but soon calmed down, and he looked at the patterns on the ground.

When he arrived here, he could feel more clearly that the power belonging to the Mother of Mizu was being absorbed by this ritual and passed on to another existence.

There is no doubt that this is a move to steal God!

‘Will it be your work?’

Anle thought of someone and smiled at the corner of her mouth.

No matter what the other party’s purpose is, it’s enough to destroy it!

The shadow turns into sharp blades and falls on those abnormal lines, as if doing some exquisite surgical operation to cut all the lesions.

The transmission channel is cut off.

The eyes widened a little, and the phantom was solid, like a moon hanging in the sky!

At the same time, the finger bones sensed the angered, marked breath that made him, and could not bear it, and suddenly closed his five fingers.

boom--

An indescribable violent collision sounded, impacting the eardrums of everyone present.

At this moment, it seemed that even time was still.

The rain stagnates in mid-air and the gravel stops falling.

The next second, everything is silent.

*******

"Click!"

Edward crushed the exquisite porcelain cup in his hand, and the sharp porcelain pieces cut through his palms, and blood oozed out.

He was sitting at the highest point of the house, his face turned pale and ugly, without his usual demeanor, as if the monster that was chosen and devoured in his body was about to break out of his body.

Originally, Edward admired the farce that took place in the main urban area in a graceful and enjoyable posture.

The black tea, desserts in front of you, and even a book with exquisite covers, is proof.

Originally, everything was at Edward's control.

This feeling made him unable to stop.

But when the finger bones appeared, things were like a train that was off track, going away on an uncontrollable road, tearing his plan to pieces.

The farce is still a farce, but the script is no longer written by Edward.

"Who is it!? Who is it..."

Edward squeezed out resentment and resentment from his teeth, and it took a long time to return to his calm indifference.

His face was cracked, covered in sharp teeth, and he murmured.
Chapter completed!