miss mist go with the flow

Amy called Panier and Afna to sit down, and whispered what she and Sirin had discovered.

Hearing topics such as snake sloughing, parasitism, and resurrection, Panier frowned, while Avna commented unceremoniously, "The actions of these black magicians are really disgusting, so we can't Be honest and die?"

"We decided to go to the compartment where the black magician was caught last night." Sirin took the topic, and said in a deep voice, "It should be rewarding."

"Do you need me to come forward?" Panier asked, "Or should Avna still cooperate with you?"

Seeing Panier's look of wanting to yawn but not daring to do so, Amy asked, "When did you sleep last night?"

Panier squinted his eyes, and said tiredly: "It wasn't until six in the morning that I repaired the magic array in the control room at the rear end, and then tested and merged it into the array map system. It took another hour. After breakfast, I made today's I was planning to rest for a while, and Ms. Rosa came to me."

Amy was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to disturb your rest."

Put yourself in my shoes, if Amy worked overtime all night, was sleepy and tired, and was about to take off her clothes for sleep, she was woken up by a deadly phone call from her boss, urging her to go to work immediately, Amy would be very upset, and she might even kill someone. I have my heart.

"It's nothing, it's an honor to serve you two." Panier said, "Although I'm tired right now, I haven't reached my limit yet. When we were designing trains and rails, we used to stay awake for several days without rest. drawing..."

"Okay, okay." Amy interrupted Panier, pointed to the badge on his chest, and said, "Lend us this thing and Avna, you go to rest first."

Panier quickly took off the badge on his chest, handed it to Amy, and whispered a few words to Avna, and then bowed and left with his tired body.

"It's not easy for him as the general manager." Amy sighed softly, looking at Panier's back.

Afna nodded in agreement, and said, "If the first run of the train can have a perfect result, His Excellency Panier should be able to usher in a long vacation in the following time."

"Let's hurry up and act." Sirin said, "If you delay for a long time, that black magician will use other methods."

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Iverson sat on his bed, looked at the mirror mounted on the wall, always felt that something was wrong.

The face is still the same, it can't be called very handsome, but it is still above average. With his family background, it is not a problem to hook up with a few girls.

There was no pain or discomfort when I moved my hands, feet and body. I was frightened last night, but in terms of physical injuries, that is, I hit my head when I was thrown out and hit the door frame, which is not considered a serious injury.

He stretched out his hand to press the bulge on the side of his forehead, and sighed in his heart, fortunately, it was covered by his hair, so outsiders could not see it, otherwise, he would not want to go out these days.

To Iverson's regret, he didn't get to meet Amy as he had hoped when he went to the dining train for dinner that morning.

The woman named Sirin didn't come either, but their companions showed up.

Amy was not injured in the battle last night, right?Why don't you come for breakfast?

Iverson felt that Amy was all in his mind, and he tried not to think about it, but he couldn't do it at all.

Worrying, it's hard to see Amy, so why pursue it?

Iverson frowned, looking at himself in the mirror, full of helplessness.

"Want to get that girl? I can help you..."

In a daze, Iverson seemed to hear someone talking, and he glanced back. The noble young master was playing a card game with his female companion, losing a game and taking off a piece of clothing. The scene was quite unsightly.The guard turned his back to the young master, staring at the wooden door of the compartment, as if there were flowers growing on the wooden door.

It wasn't these people who were talking, Iverson concluded.

He turned his head back and finally realized what was wrong.

The him in the mirror didn't turn his head following his movements, but kept looking at him!

On that face that he was very familiar with, there was a faint smile, which was an expression that he couldn't make at ordinary times.

"Who are you?!"

Iverson was excited and frightened, his fingers trembling, and he pointed to the mirror to ask questions.

The few other people in the cubicle didn't notice the movement on his side, they were playing around, and the gatekeeper seemed to be in a different world from Iverson.

"Me? Of course I'm you."

The man in the mirror replied, "Isn't that an obvious thing?"

"You are not me!" Iverson suddenly thought of what happened last night, "You are that black magician!"

"Roar?" The man in the mirror grinned, the corners of his mouth raised in a different arc than ordinary people, almost tearing the corners of his mouth, "Are you doubting your identity? I was awakened by your desire, and I came to help you achieve your wish. !"

Iverson stopped talking. He hurriedly got out of bed, intending to leave the compartment and report the situation to the crew on the train.

"Don't get too excited."

Just as Iverson turned his back to the mirror, he suddenly felt as if his neck was being hooped by someone, and he was breaking back bit by bit.

He froze immediately, not daring to move.

He felt the warning from the person in the mirror, and if he moved casually, his neck would be broken.

"Turn around slowly."

The Man in the Mirror issued orders in Iverson's mind.

Iverson was full of bitterness. He thought he had been rescued, and because of this incident, he found the woman he fell in love with. Unexpectedly, the nightmare was not over yet, and he still couldn't get rid of the old monster's control.

Maybe he shouldn't have boarded this train—but if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to meet Miss Amy again.

Iverson turned around, sat cross-legged on the bed, and looked at the small mirror on the bed.

The person in the mirror applauded slowly, and continued: "The other me, you like that little girl named Amy, right?"

Iverson gritted his teeth and shook his head.

He couldn't let this creepy old monster hurt Amy, he couldn't admit his love for Amy.

"It's pointless to lie to me. I'm you, and I can feel your mind." The man in the mirror said with a sly smile, "What a fiery emotion, it's different from just playing around in the past, but this time you moved It's true."

Iverson pursed his lips. He wanted to close his eyes so as not to look in the mirror, but his eyelids were held up by an invisible force and he couldn't close his eyes.

"Don't rush to resist me, I will help you get that girl." The man in the mirror said, "Do you know the love spell? Cast this spell on her, and she will fall in love with you with all her heart, even if you get tired of playing and want to If you kick her away, she won't leave you, and the rest of her life will be your vassal."

Iverson glared at the man in the mirror, what is the difference between this and the secret potion proposed by the noble young master?

Although he lingered in the flowers and changed women like changing clothes, he still didn't bother to use such obscene methods!

"Tsk tsk, dissatisfied? You and this little girl only spent ten days in the car." The man in the mirror said, "Do you think you can make that girl fall in love with you alone?"

Iverson was unmoved, he had made up his mind to change his mind and be a new man.

Even if you are killed by this old monster, you can't blaspheme Amy!

"Stupid! Do you think that if you keep resisting, there is nothing I can do?"

Iverson's attitude made the person in the mirror slowly lose his composure. He roared loudly, and then turned into a sneer, "Since you don't want to take the initiative to cooperate, then let me do it!"

Iverson saw him stretch out his arms in the mirror, and those hands actually broke through the boundary between the mirror and the world, holding his face.

A kind of unspeakable fear enveloped Iverson. He trembled all over. He wanted to back up but found that he could not control his body.

The man in the mirror continued to move, and his face squeezed out of the narrow mirror, face to face with Iverson, forehead touching forehead.

"Give me this body!"

The man in the mirror roared again, and the whole person made a movement of drilling into Iverson's body.

Iverson was frightened and desperate, and with his last rationality, he drove his right hand and grabbed the pendant on his chest.

This is the pendant left to him by his deceased mother, and he can only pray for her to protect him one more time now.

bang bang.

A knock on the door outside the cubicle interrupted the movement of the person in the mirror, and the person in the mirror retracted the mirror with a whoosh, and put on the same expression as Iverson.

Iverson was in a trance for a while, and when his vision became clear again, the compartment door had been opened.

The noble young master and his female companion were getting dressed in a hurry, while the guards stood innocently aside, outside the door was still the trio from last night, Avna, Sirin and Amy.

"Why are you here again? Didn't you say that the compartment is the private area of ​​the passengers? Do you still have the awareness of the private area?"

The noble young master grumbled bitterly, but was ignored by the trio.

They ignored it and went straight to Iverson's bed.

Iverson opened his mouth and tried to ask for help, but he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to gesture, but he couldn't lift his arm. He could only sit on the bed and stare in a daze in front of the mirror.

"It should be him."

Iverson heard Amy speak, her voice was clear and sweet, with the delicacy and vigor of a girl.

With the reflection of the mirror, he found that Amy's blue eyes turned deep purple in an instant.

The dark purple is connected into one piece, occupying the entire eye pupil, which looks a little creepy and weird, but against the backdrop of the girl's beautiful face, this weirdness has become an alluring mystery.

saved……

The mother above the kingdom of heaven once again found a rescuer for him!

Iverson thought so.

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ps: The chapters are changed from Chinese characters to numbers, because the long list looks so troublesome~~Continue to ask for tickets~~

(I really envy Amy, why can't my work become a bestseller...)

Song of the Traveler: Chapter 133 Sin and Reason

Amy opened the [Eye of Conviction], and on that frivolous man named Iverson, there were black lines that were far beyond ordinary villains.

The thick black thread is woven like a net, layer upon layer, and the degree of accumulation of crimes is no weaker than Sirin.

Huh?Why subconsciously compare with Sirin?

Amy blinked, but she also felt strange why the threads of sin on Sirin's body were so dense.

Miss Swordsman just killed a little more decisively, so she wouldn't accumulate so many crimes, right?

Of course, Amy didn't bother to think about this kind of thing. If it was really pursued, her situation would be much worse than that of Sirin.

The black lines seen in front of her eyes are not as good as one ten-thousandth of her own.

Amy shook her head, temporarily putting aside all these messy thoughts.

Iverson is the heir of a medium-sized chamber of commerce. His family donated a noble title with money. He is frivolous and seems to have played with the feelings of many women, but he will not accumulate so many sins.

If there is no accident, these threads of sin are implicated in the black magician who used the secret technique of snake sloughing, and he is now possessed by Iverson.

Iverson sat on the bed blankly, his eyeballs were rolling, his expression was stiff, and the corners of his mouth were pulled up in a half-smile.

"I'll leave it to you." Amy touched Sirin's arm and made way for her.

Before entering this compartment, Amy had asked Sirin, and Sirin had her own solution to this kind of soul possession.

Sirin stepped forward, moved her fingers, and there was a silver-white long sword between her palms.

"Iverson" saw the shape of the long sword clearly, fear flashed in his eyes, he shouted with trembling lips: "You, what do you want to do? I am just an ordinary train passenger, are you trying to hurt me? Help! The crew of the rail train wantonly killed—”

Sirin flexed her fingers and flicked on the sword.

The roar sounded, and the silver-white brilliance spread, overshadowing Iverson's sharp cry for help.

Iverson opened and closed his mouth, but no longer made a sound. At the same time, he began to tremble all over, and a faint black figure appeared above his head.

The face of the black figure is blurred, it has no specific facial features, and there are several black holes on the face. It seems to be in extreme pain, and its figure keeps fluctuating. It stretches out its hand to cover the side of its head, trying to block the impact of the sound of the sword. .

But in the sound wave of Jianming, what is mixed is the power to attack the soul, and the struggle of the black shadow is purely futile.

Sirin watched the black shadow twist and struggle, her fingers kept moving, and she flicked continuously, with a stern smile on the corner of her mouth.

Black mages will use a vicious magic called "Soul Reaper" to occupy other people's bodies. As a professional black mage hunter, Sirin has her own way to deal with this situation.

In the tavern in Linghua City, Sirin originally planned to do something, but Lolda was too aggressive and dominated the situation. Before Sirin had time to express herself, Lolda solved the problem with thunder.

The shot that pierced the teleportation array and killed the legendary monster is still engraved in Sirin's mind.

After playing several times, the black figure became more and more distorted, and the expression on Iverson's face became more and more painful. The pendant on his neck suddenly emitted a gentle light, which attracted Amy's attention.

Amy frowned, quietly closed [Eye of Conviction], and opened [Ingenious Exploration].

In the light blue vision, the light on the pendant became more and more obvious. It was a fragment like a broken petal, and the warm light protected Iverson's heart and brain.

"Amy..." Sirin's voice came into Amy's ears, "The next trick is also my favorite work!"

She was inviting Amy to watch her sword skills, and it would be even better if she had some insight.

Amy's heart moved, and she turned her attention from the luminous pendant to Sirin.

Here it comes, Amy will not let go of this critical moment of stealing skills!

Sirin nodded slightly, stopped flicking the sword with her fingers, suddenly pulled out the entire blade, and slashed with the sword at an extremely narrow angle.