Weird story about rules: A certain wind god also successfully caught fish today

[Huh? 【

Huh? 【

Huh?

【What?】【What?】 [

Caught a broken formation and chopped.] 【

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[No, don't get excited first, let me be excited first, is this a self-detonating talent of the Chosen?] 【

Really fake?】 】

......

In the dark alleys.

Next to street lamps that don't light up.

A young man in a turquoise hat poked his head out.

"Are there any monsters out there?" The boy next to the boy was a little apprehensive.

"Nope."

"Whew—" "

Wow, there are quite a few villagers."

"Huh?"

The boy turned his head and winked at the boy with a grin, his gentle eyes as bright as the sky exuding a sly light.

The boy was stunned, and he saw the boy take out a snow-white flower out of nowhere, as bright as the flower pinned to his hat. Wendy gently threw the flowers out, fluttering in the wind, attracting the attention of the villagers.

When she threw it out, Wendy was still gossiping with the boy.

"This is a poor group of villagers."

"Huh?"

"Do you know what the floral language of this flower is?"

"What is it?"

"The True Love of the Prodigal Son."

The flowers gently fluttered among the villagers, attracting the attention of the villagers, and a pair of dull eyes were cast. They soon became frenzied, raised their hands, and tried to snatch the flower.

Like a candlelight accidentally thrown in in a dark environment, warm but not dazzling, making people greedily want to take it.

The flowers are getting farther and farther away from them.

——The prodigal son who has been away from home for a long time, I don't know if under the polish of this hell, will he still expect his true love?

The boy quickly reacted, and he asked,

"Is there really a true love for the prodigal son?"

Why didn't he feel it?

"Hey."

“...... Huh? "

Yes, Wendy just played a trick on it, where did a Cecilian flower come from.

Some villagers may react after grabbing it, but he probably can't find the initiator.

"Let's go."

Wendy waved at the boy behind her.

"Hmm."

The boy nodded dullly and trotted up.

It was late at night.

The carnival of beasts and monsters has reached its climax.

The black moon falls to the toes of white moonlight.

No shadow can be seen.

It was surprising to give birth to a beautiful idea here.

It is quite detached from the scene in front of you.

Numbness.

A turquoise teenager protects a group of children.

Wander around in this carnival night.

The night was like robes wrapped around them.

The ground was mottled with blood.

Unfortunately, a child's scream allowed them to be discovered.

"Green guy. What to do now? "The boy who took the lead among the children was a little panicked, he couldn't reason with the villagers.

"Oh, that's fun."

Wendy ignored the boy's panic, he said to the monsters... Thumbs up.

The boy froze.

"Hey?"

What is he doing?

"Hmm... Sneak attack? Treacherous children can't enter the psalms~" With a soft murmur, Wendy's voice spread throughout the audience. There was an outline in his hand that became clearer and clearer, and the poem of the last sigh finally appeared.

Even the monsters were stunned.

"Aiming~"

It turns out that Wendyby's thumb is to aim?

I don't know.

"Then listen to a song of mine, the poem of the wind god!"

The huge pull pulled the monsters into the eyes of the wind, and Wendy didn't make a ruthless move after all, just made the monsters immobile.

They are still human after all.

"Hmm... Let's go, keep sneaking in. Wendy looked satisfied with her work, smiled back at the children, and said, "Some timid children remember to close their eyes." "

This is a point of no return.

Deep in the village, the road behind them is disappearing.

The wind told him.

It was a bloody point of no return.

......

Recently, I have been really busy, and I have to take the monthly exam when I come back on National Day.

There is no time to think about the update.

As soon as there was inspiration, it turned out that there was no time to type.

Add more on National Day.

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It's better to see more and more urgings to be happy.

But don't just read it, but also comment on it, the author likes to read the comments.

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