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However, Lin Mumu did not return to the Taoist view, just sitting in front of the mountain, and staring at the sky in a daze.
In an hour, the sky is also dark, the stars have not risen, the whole world is a dull color, pressing the hearts of people also followed the faint pain.
"No, my heart hurts because of him."
Lin Mumu touched his heart, as if he closed his eyes, he could see the clouds lying on the grass in blood.
Lin Mumu was made by this puzzle, and there was a point where she couldn’t figure out what she was with Yunxiao. Is it a dream in the Taoist temple?
Because his master said, let her inscribed in the Taoist temple every day in the Taoist temple, she saw the old tree, every day has a stroke, no less than a day, today's latest one is also.
Is it representative, she really never went down the mountain?
Although this kind of thing is a strange and unbelievable thing for ordinary people, but in the door, this kind of thing is called the magical fantasy.
That is to say, everyone has their own demons, and if they want to retreat, they are most likely to fall into a dream. In the dream, life is the most easy to indulge.
Lin Mumu closed his eyes and kept fighting in his heart.
About fifteen minutes later, Lin Mumu opened his eyes and his eyes were very firm:
"Whether it is true or not, I want to see him!"
After finishing this sentence, Lin Mumu entered the battle again.
Yes, her ability is limited, she can't break it, and trying to continue is nothing but a waste of time.
Lin Mumu also has his own unique magic weapon - her blood.
Every time she loses blood, she is suffering, but her blood is also precious.
Lin Mumu bit his finger and gently spot it on the border of the illusion.
For a moment, the clouds are foggy and the road ahead is clear. There is no illusion and no fog.
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