Lord of Mysteries: Curly-haired Baboon

　　 It seems that the time around has stopped.

　　 Lucid was the end of the mountain, not to mention the witch who didn't know the sequence and didn't know what method he used, which made him lose the ability to move again.

　　 The rushing and tumbling water of the Lane River seems to be still here, like a smooth mirror.

　　 The witch in the white robe walked on the mirror-like water, bent over and took the "stand-in mirror" from Lucid's hand.

　　 His long black hair fell down like a waterfall, and the azure blue eyes contained a hint of cat-and-mouse play.

　　 If it wasn't for the battle that ended the battle, maybe he would really let this little mouse slip away.

　　 casually glanced at the small mirror, which was already brighter, and she twisted her head to look at the curly baboon who was deliberately hiding her face with her head down.

　　 "The little mouse with its head and tail is really funny..."

　　 The curly-haired baboon at this moment, half-lengthed in this mirror-like water. He is like a mosquito in amber, unable to move.

　　 The majestic white robe witch leaned over.

　　The slender white hand stretched out to Lucid’s cloak which was wet by the river and stuck to his head...

"Oops!"

　　 Lucid flashed many thoughts in his mind.

　　 This unfathomable "witch" doesn't take her own life right away, she should just feel a little bit simple.

　　 "I'm obviously not her goal! Maybe she is here because she perceives the breath of the mirror!"

　　 She is like a dispensable existence, life and death are all within her thoughts.

　　 But if the unsightly appearance of this curly-haired baboon is exposed, I am afraid it will be killed like a displeased ant, right?

What should I do? ! How can I escape from the dead? !

　　 The slender hands are getting closer...

　　 Just as the delicate and flawless hand was about to reveal the answer, a rushing voice in the soft and waxy voice suddenly sounded:

"do not want!"

　　 There was a flash of surprise in the witch's azure blue eyes, but Lucid, who lowered his head, didn't notice it.

　　 "You kill me! Unless you die, I won't let you succeed!" It was still that soft tone.

　　 Curly-haired baboon blocked his face with difficulty, and prevented the witch in the white robe from "getting a glimpse of her beauty".

　　 This voice is soft and soft, but it doesn't give people a sense of artificiality. On the contrary, it is very natural, like a handful of gentle and moisturizing spring water, which makes people feel loving.

　　 A touch of surprise appeared on the perfect face of the witch in white robe.

　　 This voice is so unique.

　　The delicate red lips slightly aroused, and she gave up her original idea.

　　 It’s a shame to have such a voice...

Regardless of 　　, just treat it as a collectible!

　　 "Hold the mirror and go to Trier's Denis Street to find Trier."

　　 There was a sly smile between her words: "Of course it doesn't have to go, it's up to you."

　　 After making the decision, she turned her head and left without any delay.

　　 Her white robe was lightly, "melted" into the river and disappeared.

　　 The little mirror that was lost and recovered also smashed against Lucid's head wearing a cloak and hood under the action of gravity.

　　 "It's done!"

　　 Regardless of the slight pain on his head being hit by the mirror, a feeling of rejoicing and joy filled his whole body.

　　 After the white robe witch left, the surroundings returned to normal.

　　 The Len River, like a mirror, resumed its turbulent waves and continued to flow to the sea billowingly.

　　 Lucid just felt that the things that bound him suddenly disappeared, and the whole person began to sink underwater.

　　 That little mirror was the same, and he was in a rush.

　　 In a hurry, I don’t know how many sips of water I choked. UU reading www.uukanshu.com only feels that the nasal cavity is hot and painful, like being forcibly poured several mouthfuls of chili sauce.

　　……

　　 After a panic, the wet curly baboon finally landed ashore with a small mirror.

　　 The road by the river is like a ghost domain, as if everything lost its vitality in an instant.

　　 This sudden "disease" swept the surroundings.

　　 Lucid stood blankly, watching for a long time.

　　 It wasn't until the caravan who had escaped the caravan from behind that there was an exclamation in the distance, and then he turned around and walked in the direction of Trier without looking back.

　　 There seemed to be a fire in his heart, he wanted to set the Intis sycamore beside the bluestone road to be burned!

"I want to be stronger!"

　　 squeezed the small mirror in his hand, as if to embed it in his hand.

　　 A strange light flashed on the bright mirror...

　　……

　　 on the road.

　　 The somewhat heavy "Mechanical Hearts" carefully surveyed the surroundings.

　　 One of the younger-looking voices tremblingly said:

　　 "These people... are all...?"

　　 No one answered him, but the dignity in everyone's eyes explained everything.

　　 Suddenly, another team member called out not far away: "Come on! Look here!"

　　 These are the footprints left by Lucid when he left.

　　 The "Mechanical Hearts" glanced at each other, hurriedly separated a small team, and followed the traces he left behind.

　　 The rest continued to survey this purgatory scene on earth, trying to find valuable clues from it.

　　 The hot sun above his head still scorches the earth as before, without a trace of change.