Comprehensive comic group chat: Aqua is crazy about the death flashback

Funina slowly knelt on the ground, tears pouring out of her eyes.

Twilight fell to her knees and hugged Funnina, who was sobbing.

When Fucarus on the side saw this scene, his heart ached faintly.

She understood what Twilight meant, and she saw the five hundred years of Funingna's time.

But in order to deceive Tianli, she had to do it.

She also knew she owed Funina a sorry.

And Twilight Cloud is doing this now, which is nothing more than letting Funingna release it, releasing the emotions that have been pent up in her heart for five hundred years.

However.

Is this really the case?

Of course not!

For Twilight Cloud, the water god belongs to high-end combat power, and since it is a high-end combat power, he must find a way to work for himself.

But Fucarus is not a fool and is very smart.

If Twilight shows her thoughts directly, she will only do the opposite.

So he needs a gap, subtly under the influence of the god of water.

And Funina....

It's that gap.

As a "human" who has been nervous for 500 years, Twilight knows that Funina needs a spiritual support.

This spirit depends, and he is the one who does not give in.

The god of water can't do it.

Twilight's eyes were as calm as stagnant water, staring at Funina's back.

He stretched out his hand, patted it gently, and accompanied Funina like this.

Fucarus felt guilty and wanted to step forward, but after thinking about it, he still stood there and waited slowly.

......

The crying lasted for ten minutes before it subsided.

"Let's go, relax today. Twilight's magical voice rang out.

"Hmm. Funina wiped tears from her eyes and looked up at him.

"Thank you, Twilight. "

"No thanks, if you want to relax, you can come here at any time, and I'll get the points. "

At this point, Fukalus spoke: "We can't keep bothering you. "

She knew that Twilight was polite again.

In her philosophy, a shuttle costs a hundred points, and these points are not cabbage.

Although Twilight Cloud is well-intentioned, she doesn't have many points and can shuttle all the time.

"I'm an administrator, and as an administrator, I have the responsibility of an administrator. "

Twilight knows exactly what Fcarus is thinking.

I saw him open a panel and push it in front of Fucarus.

[Members shuttle points and automatically enter your account.] 】

Fcarus is not a fool.

The moment he saw this panel, he realized that Twilight was not polite again, but serious.

Seeing this, she was about to speak, when Twilight picked up Funina and walked out the door.

"Let's go, let's go to the academy first. "

The seed has been planted, and to what point it will be realized, everything is unknown.

"Good. "

"Hmm. "

Fekaros burrowed into Frunina's body, and the two of them walked out of the house together.

Twilight opens the chat group again and sends a message.

Doomsday chat group.

[Twilight: Everyone will shuttle to and from Iori, his house is close to the school. 】

[Kitahara Iori: I'm now at the school, you can just choose me here. 】

Himeko: Okay. 】

[Thor: Roger.] 】

[Akua: It's coming, it's coming.] 】

......

Uh-huh.

A big gathering of chat group members.

Iori Kitahara grinned and looked at the FFF group in front of him.

At this time.

He is located in the sports equipment room.

And here, it has been transformed by the members of the FFF group.

I saw all kinds of chess tables and chairs, sieves, drinks, and so on.

At first glance, I thought this was a poker venue on Ao Island.

"MD, stud!".

"Hahaha! You can't do it, brother, lose so much. "

"It's not buddy, you're a good guy!".

"Just practice more, don't force it, I'll continue to sit in the village!".

......

The sand sculptures are gathered around a table in threes and fours, their faces are like old gamblers, and they are extremely "greedy".

Seeing this scene, Iori Kitahara couldn't help but open her hands.

I saw him raise his head, close his eyes, and take a deep breath of "money".

Ah~Sbarassi~

Is this a cultural festival~

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