Russell's itinerary.
Not loose.
The time he stayed in Dayan was not enough for him to find all his brothers and sisters.
"If... you feel the number of patients is not enough to reflect your level."
"Perhaps, I can drag a little Pegasus from the street to you?"
"After all, lovesickness is also a disease."
Then, as if she remembered something, she looked at Kiana and a narrow smile appeared on her face.
"...That girl missed you so much that she went crazy."
"If you don't coax me back, love will turn into hate."
That statement made Kiana's face turn dark.
No.
Russell got into trouble outside.
What does it mean to look at oneself?
These words.
What does it have to do with myself?
Why look at yourself?
Do Russell and I look like a couple?
Something is wrong! !
"Ahem...Since this is the case, then let's just leave it this way for now."
"Ling, Kiana, the two of you should take turns entering 'Rampage'."
"Although, most of the time, the speed of 'Rabbit' is enough to suppress you, but in the end, you still need to be steady."
Russell quickly changed the subject.
This matter...
Go on.
My own backyard is about to burn like the nine-tailed fox.
He quickly held out his hand to Ling.
Ling did not continue throwing Molotov cocktails at Russell's backyard, but placed his hand on it.
Just like her two sisters.
Her confusion emerged with the physical contact.
But, there is no specific form.
Just like smoke, it lingers in the air.
Light a few of them.
Tears suddenly fell on the beautiful woman's cheek.
"Try to see the bright moon and visit the strange mountains, where the grass and trees disappear, the waterfall flows red, and the bones are buried in the green."
She seemed to be lamenting something.
Cry for it.
But, it seems that no one knows what happened.
The tone of voice changed, becoming cold and low.
"When you die, the incense burns out, the heavens do not regret the disaster, who is to blame? Your soul has been destroyed, how can you redeem it with a hundred lives?"
Ling and her two younger sisters.
There is indeed a qualitative difference.
Even though confusion was burning, it was not out of control.
They just sang sacrificial words and nursery rhymes that came from nowhere.
This poetry conference.
The duration was unexpectedly short.
Almost halfway through the evening, she had woken up from her dream.
"Well, I didn't say anything weird."
She scratched her head.
"I lamented about the people's livelihood, offered sacrifices to the old year, and then talked nonsense."
Russell commented.
"Well, that's not bad. I thought I would be stupid enough to turn into a beast and run around everywhere."
"I should ask Xi to buy me a drink and praise me later."
Ling said something that was enough to make Xi's eyes go dark.
"Next, I help suppress her?"
Ling motioned for Russell to look at the last patient.
Russell didn't think much and reached out to Kiana.
"Tsk——"
Kiana made an unhappy sound, but still placed her slender hand, which was like a work of art, in Russell's hand.
Bright red and grayish white colors appear.
Bright red color.
It looks like a tower to the sky...
There is no doubt that it corresponds to Xilin's hatred and murderous intent.
In a research facility called the Tower of Babel, a Belarusian girl, out of despair and pain, became an apostle of God.
We should equally pass on the suffering we have endured to everyone in the world.
Feeling lit this.
Xilin is about to come back to life.
Russell held his forehead.
Then he looked at another color.
Clearly corresponding to Kiana's color, it twisted in the air and transformed into strange shapes...
White ghosts linger.
Is the fear past?
Russell was thoughtful.
But, for some reason, on that gray side, there seemed to be a color transitioning towards light crimson.
what...
What's happening here?
Russell looked a little surprised.
Then, he pulled it tentatively, and a faint crimson cloud emerged.
That is a very gorgeous color.
Makes you feel...
The smoke should be sweet, like sugar, honey, and a small spoonful of salt.
What is that emotion?
Chapter 203: Russell, you dog, what did you burn!
pale.
In mysticism, the color closely associated with death.
In the Christian mythology.
The only knight with a true name, Death, rides a pale warhorse.
Pale ghost.
This is the shape of Kiana's heart disease.
She was afraid that the evil spirit returning from the dead would revive in her body.
At the same time, he was also tortured by Xilin's sins and yearned for death.
but--
Why, the edge of the knot.
There are other colors.
That crimson mood is quite beautiful to look at.
If there is no strange reversal, it is most likely related to love, good memories and aspirations.
Scarlet is associated with the color of the dead.
Russell looked thoughtful, then looked at a Samoyed who rarely looked at him in a good manner.
There was a subtle expression on his face.
That smile.
The girl immediately became alert.
This is...
[Maybe they have another handle on him, and he has been discovered.]
Stigmata, came the judgment.
[Russell's idea is to eliminate your fear of the past and your self-destructive tendencies]
【And that is related to it, positive emotions...】
No further words are needed.
Kiana's expression froze.
In her short life.
Everything related to the dead soul Xilin tastes of torture.
I have to say it.
What is the color that can make people feel comforted...
There seems to be only one trace.
The origin of that color...
Ahhh! ! !
Only that...
The only thing that cannot be ignited!!!
A look of panic flashed across the cute girl's face.
In a subtle sight.
She appeared beside the young man in almost an instant and pounced directly on the guy with a mean look on his face.
