The reincarnated banshee, save the world with the reincarnated daughter

Chapter 558 The house is full of darkness
Sometimes you don't feel the passage of time, unless someone very important to you passes away with time. At this moment, you realize that the seemingly eternal time is constantly flowing away from your hands.

Melina really couldn't understand.

How could a banshee die? In the concept of a banshee, death has been replaced by long-term sleep.

Death, even for the banshee who was once a time traveler, is already a forgotten concept.

...

The temperature was getting a little cold, but Melina was in no mood to stay warm.

She hugged her knees and sat on the sofa. Her long silver hair, which had lost its magic factor, spread around her, feeling a little lost. The slender toes were dangling back and forth holding the little bell Heidi gave him.

Jingle bell, jingle bell.

The clockwork cats wisely avoided the room to avoid Melina, who was obviously not in a good mood and didn't want to admit that she was in a bad mood.

By Melina's side.

nobody.

"This is me."

"Shut up."

The face beneath the mask was Melina's own.

She was shattered.

"Shut up."

A face with a somewhat sickly smile.

A face with a slight smile.

The phantom was reduced to fragments.

"I am not your memory."

Suddenly, this phantom smiled handsomely:
"Am I important to you, woman."

This false hug cannot provide real warmth.

There is no shadow.

It was at this second that Melina thought clearly.

Her mortalness.

I know.

"I…"

Most of the living room was covered in darkness. Only the flames of the fireplace lit by the clockwork cat still illuminated the entire room. The darkness was like a kind of love embracing her, making it impossible for her to break away from this love.

"I am your memory, your past."

But it gave her an indescribable sense of satisfaction. This sense of satisfaction, this sense of satisfaction without boundaries, was like the emotion of being surrounded by friends and no longer alone.

She raised her head, but couldn't find the phantom anymore.

The mask moves away.

She smiled bitterly:

Something that is irresistible, something that is born to be carried and desperately forgotten, but it always follows you like a shadow.

The filled wine glass reflected her face.

The phantom held her gently, but passed through her body like a shadow.

There is no divinity in him that is self-sacrificing for others, nor is there any aloof and cold divinity in him. She is just a superficial mortal, and she cannot remain indifferent to the possible loss of her friends.

Nothing else.

"Look on the bright side, dear, that Paddy guy might just be giving you a smoke bomb!"

It was a beautiful, yet deeply gloomy expression.

Melina hugged her knees depressedly, looked at the bell between her toes, and said angrily:

"... "

This is my home.

The shadow named Heidi sat on it, quietly observing her profile.

"Can't you let me go?"

This is the shadow hidden behind Melina's statue.

"You just like beautiful things. If this face looks like a kobold on the street, you will be indifferent even if she is hit and killed the next day. She is a superficial, arrogant, and heartless woman."

"I know 10%, she is just playing tricks on me. But you know, I am angry with myself, I have become extremely weak, I actually worried for a moment, worried about these % chance of losing.”

Melina resisted this self, and the other person smiled and put on the mask. The next moment, she turned into Heidi's phantom again, looking at Melina quietly and tenderly, but said viciously:

"Shut up."

Heidi's beautiful face grew sinister, paled, and turned into a mask. Two slender white jade-like fingers gently held the mask.

"My appearance."

She put her hands on her face, clawing at the blood from her face.

"This mask."

"I can't take off this mask."

Her smile became exaggerated, like that of a jester. …

At night, almost late at night.

The light in the living room suddenly disappeared.

A gust of cold wind blew the door and the curtains rustling.

The clockwork cats meowed uneasily and carefully squeezed behind the left and right doors, not even daring to show their tails. The moonlight in the sky seemed to be obscured by some supernatural force.

There was some kind of shuffling sound coming from the living room.

Melina, wearing a black sleeveless nightgown, walked out from behind the door, dragging the Demon Fox Dragon rifle with her left hand. With steps as quiet as a cat, she walked to the window and opened it.

"…beside."

Next to it is Professor Belen's home.

A light spot like a flame ignited flashed in the godless golden eyes.

Fall, fall.

Start with the source of pain that causes you the most.

thoroughly…

boom.

The door to the house was suddenly knocked open, and a wind-up cat rolled in panting, followed by a banshee. She held the succubus' socks at her ankles with her soft paws, pointing her other paw at Melina.

Dengdengdeng.

The banshee walked forward quickly, and finally, under the moonlight that had not completely disappeared, Sonia's face appeared in front of Melina.

What is the emotion of this moment?
Is it shame?
Or angry?
Melina couldn't tell the difference anymore. She felt that her most embarrassing scene was being seen. She tilted her head and smiled at Sonia.

Then it starts with you.

Dengdengdeng.

Sonia rushed forward and grabbed her slender wrist. The human temperature instantly gave her the illusion of being burned when her body was as ice-like.

it hurts.

This burning sensation hurt, she thought.

"I'm super, Mei!" Sonia shouted, "Your body temperature is too low, isn't it? It makes me feel like I'm being frozen... Hey, cat, come on, cat, light the fireplace, I didn't see it Is your Mei Miao dying of cold?"

As if they suddenly had a backbone, the clockwork cats rushed into the living room meowing.

The cat's paws opened the bundles of firewood, lit the kindling and threw it into the fireplace, and then threw the firewood into it.

hiss!
The flame seemed to be suppressed by something, suppressed, and made a sound like a poisonous snake spitting a message. The fiery red color is dyed with a bit of cold blue-gold color.

"Meow, meow..."

The clockwork behind the clockwork cats is constantly spinning.

Sonia walked in from the door.

"Sit down quickly. It's really cold. Why are you wearing such thin clothes outside?"

"... "

"Well, your hands are so cold. They're frozen. Let go, let go. Ha, I'll give you some air."

"... "

The fingers holding the gun were constantly invaded by warm breath, warmth and pain.

"Warm up, warm up!"

"... "

The long white fingers moved slightly.

pat.

The Demon Fox Dragon rifle fell to the ground.

boom!
The fire in the fireplace burst into flames, breaking through the shackles. The flames almost ignited the hair of the wind-up cat who was clawing at the tinder.

Sonia let out a long sigh of relief, and then she took another breath.

Her eyes were covered with light, and under the moonlight, Melina was like the incarnation of some kind of god, noble and inviolable, depraved and full of demonic charm. Each of the delicate hair strands reflected the brilliance of the moon's shadow. The slightly upturned lips are slightly opened:
"What a beautiful night."

"Yeah."

"Can you hug me?"

Sonia smiled, opened her arms, and joked:

"You don't mind my words."

"... "

"How does it feel? Like mom?"

"very warm…"

"Hehehe."

"Also...it hurts..."

(End of this chapter)