miss mist go with the flow

Ugh……

It would be great if the relationship between her and the Holy Moon Spirit can be completely separated. The old lovers are left to the Holy Moon Spirit to deal with, and she only has to face Sirin.

Thinking of this, Amy approached Sirin, pecked lightly on the top of her neck close to her cheek.

"It's compensation."

She said embarrassedly, then got into Sirin's arms, hugged Miss Swordsman's slender but strong waist, and murmured: "Sleep, good night."

Sirin looked at the Moon Elf in her arms who had closed her eyes, her shoulders slightly shrugged, and a smile appeared on her cheeks.

Amy kissed her, and it was an active kiss, which was a big improvement.

So far tonight, it seems that it is not impossible.

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Amy was dreaming again.

She dreamed that "herself" was in a dark purple land, and the clothes on her body were not the fluttering white dress that was common in dreams, but a gray-black traveler's robe.

Holding a long sword in her arms, she leaned against a dead tree and fell into a light sleep.

There are black-red substances in the sky that look like acne openings, rust-red mist floats in the air, the wind screams, and the ground is covered with cracks of all sizes, from which sticky sludge gushes out, forming clusters of poisonous miasma.

On the other side of the dead tree, Sirin stood upright, as if standing guard for her in a light sleep.

Rumbling, a deep voice came from the ground.

An oval-shaped crack suddenly appeared in front of the dead tree, and a long and narrow lizard-shaped monster emerged from the ground and rushed towards Amy.

This monster has a pointed head, no eyes, and its body is covered with blue-purple armor. There are several rings of teeth in the split mouth, like a jagged blade.

Amy in the dream woke up immediately, but she didn't draw her sword, but raised her eyelids.

The sword light flickered, and Sirin had already arrived in front of Amy.

The head of the ground-burrowing monster split in two, followed by its body, and finally turned into a mass of discrete flesh and blood.

There may still be hidden consciousness in these flesh and blood, which squirmed on its own, slowly burrowed into the cracks in the ground, and disappeared.

From the perspective of a bystander in the dream, this picture is somewhat terrifying.

The two in the dream seemed to be used to it, they didn't care, they didn't catch up to make up the knife, and they didn't intend to leave the dead tree.

The Moon Elf continued to rest with her eyes closed, and Miss Swordsman continued to stand guard.

The fire was lit from the sky, the strong wind blew the rusty fog and changed direction, and a round moon hung above the dead trees.

"Amy" finally finished her rest, opened her eyes, walked to Xilin's side, and said to her, "It's time for you to rest."

Sirin didn't refuse at all, and she wasn't pretentious at all. She imitated the appearance of the moon elf, leaning on the dead tree to sleep.

The Moon Elf took out a few green leaves and covered Sirin's eyelids, and the latter thanked her softly.

The rusty color of the mist could not disturb the moon on the dead branches, and the clear light shone on the two of them. Although there was no warmth, it was inexplicably reassuring.

The buzzing sound suddenly sounded, and several shocking traces appeared on the ground in the distance.

The moon elf sighed softly, stood up, held the sword that was too long for her, and waited quietly for the monster to attack.

"Hiss-dah!"

Strange roars were joined together, and the monsters that appeared earlier suddenly broke through the ground and rushed towards the dead trees. There were more than a dozen of them!

The moon elf bent down, and the swirling wind wrapped around the long sword.

A low voice burst out from her somewhat pale lips: "The wind breaks the waves!"

With a single swing of the sword, more than a dozen swirling winds shot out, precisely stopping each monster, cutting off their connection with the ground, and letting them float in midair.

"Slaying the Soul and Absolute Thought!"

A blue moon blade bloomed from the sword that was slashing back, forming a huge beam of waning moon sword energy, across the bodies of all the monsters.

The monsters fell to the ground one after another. There were not many wounds on their bodies, but they stopped moving, being dragged away and swallowed by the cracks in the earth.

The light of the moon blade disappeared, and Ami in the dream panted slightly, leaning on the sword, took out a green bottle from her pocket, raised her head and poured the liquid into her mouth.

During the time when Amy fought off the monster group, Sirin was sleeping, and the two green leaves on her eyelids trembled slightly, showing no signs of falling.

The moon elf jumped onto the dead branch, as if he had got into the full moon on the branch, and his figure became much taller.

She raised her eyes and looked into the distance. At the end of the broken earth, a shadow the size of a hill was moving quickly, heading towards the direction of the dead tree.

Rumble.

The trembling sound on the ground quickly became louder, and the nearby land was also trembling, except for this small circle protected by the roots of dead trees.

With such a big commotion, Sirin naturally couldn't sleep anymore, she got up with her eyes open, and came to Amy's side.

The two stood side by side without speaking.

On the horizon in the distance, a four-legged monster as huge as a mountain is approaching with the tremor of the earth.

Under the pressure of that giant, Amy suddenly opened her eyes and woke up.

Her heart beat faster with panic and excitement, and she didn't regain consciousness until she could see the ceiling of the wooden house clearly.

Those were all dreams just now, and she has returned to the undead.

Amy turned her face away and met a pair of concerned eyes.

Those were Sirin's eyes, and her arms were still around Amy's waist. The two were very close, and the sound of each other's breathing could be heard clearly.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Sirin rubbed the back of Amy's head and said softly.

Amy exhaled, the land, sky, dead trees, moon and monsters in the dream all looked so real, which made her sink into it for a moment.

"It's not a nightmare." Amy said, "It's good to have you by my side in the dream."

In the dream, they watch each other, have a good understanding, and strive to survive in a hostile world.

Is this a precognitive dream?Or is it symbolic?

Amy's answer made Sirin smile, she leaned down and kissed Amy's forehead, and said, "I will always be with you, whether it is reality or a dream."

Amy raised her head and said in a low voice, "Me too."

The two looked at each other and laughed lightly at the same time.

"Get up."

Sirin said, "It's getting late, I thought you were in a deep sleep, so I didn't wake you up, now that you're awake, let's go out early, Liya and the others may already be waiting for us to have breakfast together."

Amy rolled her eyes slightly, and said, "Then let go of your hand first, if you don't let go, how can I get up?"

Sirin lowered her head and rubbed her cheek against Amy's cheek before letting go of the petite moon elf in her arms.

Amy got down from the edge of the bed, while Sirin slid to the end of the bed. The two put on their slippers in sync and walked into the bathroom together.

Brush your teeth, clean your face, comb each other's hair, and choose today's common clothes for each other...

The moment she walked out of the wooden house, Amy's forehead fainted slightly, and then she was covered by a cool feeling in her mind.

Feedback came from the system after a long absence, and Amy quickly looked inside her body to check her current state.

The magic power has increased a lot, and you can feel it without careful testing. Amy reckons that it has reached the threshold of a gem-level professional.

To Amy's surprise, the grudge she seldom used also increased significantly, even far exceeding the increase in magic power.

Amy was quite satisfied with this unexpected harvest.

It seems that breaking the curse of cross assassination for Sirin is an extremely important task in the judgment of the system, so the rewards are so rich.

After checking the status of magic power and grudge, Amy looked at the skill list with some excitement.

The first thing that caught her attention was the [Coffin of Eternal Night] that changed from gray unusable to dark purple.

This forbidden curse, which I had obtained a long time ago, finally became usable. Although the fine print on the back reminded Amy to use it with caution, Amy didn't bother to pay attention.

She's not stupid, and she definitely wouldn't throw forbidden spells casually in normal times.

When it comes to battles that require the use of forbidden spells, there is no need to think about the sequelae.

Amy restrained her excitement and continued to look down.

Three new entries have been added to the skill list, the first one is the pupil technique called [Moon Eye].

The fine print behind the Eye of the Moon reads:

A powerful sharpshooter has a pair of matching eyes.

Insight into the details, look thousands of miles away, break through falsehoods and peek at the emptiness, and predict the enemy's opportunities.

Amy directly activated the pupil technique, and the lake blue in her eyes was immediately replaced by a round moon.She already has excellent eyesight, and after opening her pupils, the distance of her vision has been greatly improved. Although it is not as exaggerated as thousands of miles away, she can see clearly the flat ground within several miles. , and even has an effect similar to a magnifying glass, allowing her to distinguish the surrounding environment of the target more clearly.

Including [Eye of Conviction] and [Ingenious Exploration], she has three types of pupil skills, which is outrageous.

The second skill is immediately behind Moon Eye, and its name is [Moon Stream Shoot].

As the name suggests, it is a set of basic bow skills - of course, this foundation is for elves.

Amy's spiritual power sank into it, and a whole set of archery training procedures, as well as some bow-type melee moves, immediately appeared in front of her eyes.

She quickly went through these images, just like the secret element sword skill, she has initially mastered the whole set of shooting skills, and then she only needs to practice hard to transform it into her own martial skills.

Amy found out the legendary bow in the storage ring. As soon as she got it, she had a lot of insights, and the posture of plucking the bowstring became very sophisticated.

Archery is the foundation of elves, and the Holy Moon Spirit is no exception. Compared with swordsmanship and magic, her attainments in archery are actually higher.

When Ami holds the bow, she can easily beat a platinum-level expert with the strength of a gray-silver-level professional, relying only on her physical instincts.

"Did you remember something again?"

Seeing Amy's abnormal behavior, Sirin couldn't help asking.

Amy nodded, and said: "I recalled some knowledge about archery, and I can practice it later to regain my physical condition."

While speaking, she followed the skill list and found the last newly added entry.

[Wind's breath breaks the waves · Slash the soul! 】

"Control the enemy with the vortex of the wind, and then chop their souls with the supreme sword intent!"

The color of this skill is bright orange, and it's just below [Against the Wind].

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ps: I accidentally fell in the shower yesterday, the situation was a little serious, I went to the hospital today, I wasted some time, and I will not update until now

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Old Fate: Chapter 41 Sword Skills That Shouldn't Exist

Another skill with a golden affix!

And this skill Amy saw the Holy Moon Spirit used in a dream, so handsome and strong!

There seems to be another piece of evidence that she and the spirit of Shengyue were originally one person.

Of course, this can only be regarded as indirect evidence, and cannot be classified as a real hammer.

Even if it's a real hammer, as long as she doesn't recognize it, it doesn't count!

╭(╯^╰)╮!

Once again, Amy chose to be an ostrich, turning a blind eye to certain information.

She put away her longbow, found her sword, and said to Sirin, "How about I be your opponent for this morning's training?"

Xilin froze for a moment, rubbed her fingers, and said, "It's not impossible, but you have to agree first, you can let go if you can't finish the attack, and you have to fight with me a few times."

The last time I talked about the sword move practice, this girl finished the three moves she asked, and just aroused her interest, she dropped the sword and stopped playing. It really made Xilin feel very depressed.

"It's a trick..." Amy recalled Sirin's fighting style, feeling a little lingering in her heart.

She will definitely not be able to win in the swordsmanship competition. Although she has a set of mature sword skills in her mind and several esoteric moves, her own level is a bit low and she cannot exert the full power of these moves.

But looking at the profound meaning of sword skills in these golden entries, it would be a pity not to play with them.

"Then make room for me and take some effort." Ami puffed up her cheeks and said, "It's best to focus on feeding moves, and don't fight back at will!"

Her tone was taken for granted, as if things should develop like this.

Sirin was helpless and funny, but she still nodded in response.