Chapter 66 Chapter 66
Taotao is wrapped in a white robe and wriggles carefully.
Lightning, storm, gale, hail, filariasis
The sky is strange, and the sky is pouring in and destroying the city buildings.
Mortals were hit by the fist hail, burned by the hot filariasis, and dozens of mortals were killed in the street, leaving a burnt residue.
Blue, red, yellow sky, if someone knocked over the colorful ink, all kinds of rain and fire poured down at people.
People are afraid to kneel in the tower and flee to the city, with noise and fear everywhere.
"Help, help-do you really care about us?"
"God punished me, and he still insisted on angering God. What are we in his eyes, a group of ants with poor lives?"
"Run! That thunder is coming again."
"Please stop! God sent sinners, and if you stop, disaster will happen! "
Everything that the wind can roll up, restaurant signs, tea stalls, tables and chairs, roadside baskets, is very human.
Hui Jue’s fingertips flashed, and he sang a spell.
In his center, dozens of meters around him, a hail boundary that can resist lightning strikes rises overhead.
Hui Jue took the mortal to hide in the world. "What if God sent heaven to punish the tower?"? This is a spiritual strength-"
But fear mortals no longer listen to him.
They know that the day of stability will come soon, and the source of disaster is the white pagoda that is holy in their hearts on weekdays.
Hui-jue panted as he ran the tower. "The royal exorcism department stretched out its hand too long and let them mess around. No matter the city will be in ruins sooner or later, they will put the blame on you, and you will be the culprit."
Nangong Dust Root doesn’t care about Huijue’s words, but his eyes are fixed on the ground.
After dripping the blood from the apex of his heart, it has a faint white light on its surface, and then in the light, the bone doll slowly melts into the girl’s body.
Huijue was stunned, too. He swallowed nervously. "Taotao … is coming back?"
The white light gradually faded, revealing the girl’s naked body, her black hair hanging like a waterfall and covering her skin like snow.
Chueh-hui didn’t expect that it was this scene that almost saw something he shouldn’t have seen. His face turned red and he hurriedly turned around. "At least carve a dress for her!"
Although the body became a peach, it did not wake up.
Her eyes closed and her long eyelashes cast a dark shadow in her eyes.
The nangongshan dust took off his white robe and covered her.
"Really don’t care?" Hui-jue sat back across from the dust in Nangong. "It’s not so easy to wash when dirty water is spilled on you. Besides …"
He stared at the girl and slept quietly. "She would definitely do it."
Chueh-hui somehow remembered something and smiled, "A little brat who likes to meddle and overreach himself."
The nangongshan dust eyes linger on the girl’s sleeping face, and it is as difficult as ever to see even a little wave from his eyes.
His face was pale, and blood kept gushing from the breach where he pulled out his ribs, which stained his clothes and peach white robe.
He was silent.
The wind chimes in the eaves were rustled by the strong wind, and the hemp ropes were twisted together and swayed involuntarily in the wind.
The flower trees outside the tower were also blown into the window and sprinkled on the girl’s black hair.
Nangong dust picked up the coma girl and went up the tower.
When he stepped out of the tower gate, the sky stopped in all directions.
An earthy and sacred breath spread from other bodies and exploded in all directions of the city.
Instantly, the wind stopped raining, the thunder stopped dissipating, and a few muffled grunts were heard from all sides, and then the world was silent.
Fleeing around, mortals stopped and looked up at the sky, but more purpose fell on the man.
-he is holding a girl.