“Uh-huh! Fused you, too, will have your consciousness, and you will have my magic. The ink is definitely not your opponent. ”

Seeing Ink lean a little hesitant, she continued her manipulation (confusion), “We are one and we don't have to separate from each other. Helping you is helping me. ”

“Okay!” said Mok. "What do you need me to do? ”

The smile on the wind's face grew deeper and deeper, “Don't say no, dear. Because it might hurt a little later, and you'll have to put up with it for a little while! ”

“Um, okay.” There is no doubt in the ink.

According to the wind, the ink closed its eyes and the mind gradually cleared. Then suddenly she felt a green light slip into her body, forcing her deep into her heart.

There, there's a cloud of white mist.

Ink never knew there was such a place in her body, and she followed the green light to the white mist. After a close look, it became apparent that it was a luxurious lake. White with a hint of warmth.

There was a woman in the green light, “Ready? ”

“Mmm.”

“Okay, get in there and drain the lake. ”

Without waiting for Ink to react, she felt a force behind her pushing her into the lake. The ink flickered, but it turned out that the lake seemed to have some kind of intricate connection to her. She even felt a little intimate.

She slowly relaxed and carefully felt this wonderful feeling.

“Drain the lake, we don't have much time.” The green light hurried.

The ink poured, and then closed his eyes and opened his mouth like an instinct, sucking gently, the center of the lake, a stream of small streams constantly poured into the ink poured into his mouth.

I don't know how long I've been drinking this, and the ink doesn't feel full at all. Instead, it's getting stronger and stronger.

She wants more.

Looking quietly at the green light of the ink, the corners of the wind's lips snapped together, revealing a strange smile.

A long time later, the ink poured and felt no more liquid pouring into her mouth before stopping.

“How do you feel? ”

Ink stood up excitedly, "I feel so full of strength right now, it's great. ”

“Well, now we start the final step. Fusion!” the wind whispered.

Fusion!

Munchkin is actually a little hesitant to merge with the wind when he feels that powerful and thriving power in his body!

Though the wind is the same person as she is, there is always some mustard in her heart.

Seeing this, the wind did not panic and said softly, "Though you absorb the Spiritual Sea within you, you cannot withstand such a powerful power as a human being. I'm sure you're feeling a little rioted by the energy inside you by now! ”

As if to prove what the wind said, the ink gradually became painful on the face, and the blues on the forehead emerged.

“Windhoek, come on, come on, let's fuse!” Ink poured in pain and said.

The immense pain made Ink's face look a little sluggish, and Ink even felt that if Wind didn't blend in with her again, she might explode and die the next second.

The wind burst into the inky body, and the inky felt that its entire body was about to be torn apart.

After a while, the tearing pain didn't seem to have subsided, but worse. And furious spirituality is getting stronger.

“Windhoek, what are you doing?” Ink whispered outrage.

Then, Mo leaned back and said, “What, are you so anxious for me... to eat you?!? ”

Eat her! The ink is pouring and a bad hunch oil is raw.

“But if you ask me so sincerely, then I can barely satisfy you for it! Ha-ha-ha...”

As the wind burst into laughter, Ink burst into shouting.

……

The rain in the sky has stopped sometime, and the sky has gradually become grey.

Unconsciously, the day has passed.

There was a bloody woman lying on a muddy road, and often passers-by would spit on her with hatred every time they passed her, or throw a rotten leaf.

Makes women's otherwise dirty bodies more dirty and even smells of disgusting rot.

Suddenly, the woman's eye curtain slowly opened, a green light came out of her eyes, she stood up, her broken hands and legs had recovered comfortably sometime.

She twisted her neck, “Well, it feels good to have the body again. Ha-ha-ha...”

“Ink is awake. Come and hit her! ”

With a scream, the ink poured, oh no, now it should be called the wind poured, the people around the wind poured.

Then, the wind felt something hard coming towards her, and a stream of heat slipped from her forehead.

The wind raised its hand and the red blood reddened her eyes.

The wind ticked its lips slightly and smiled at the people in front of it, but there was no smile on its face. "Now that you have come to the door yourself, let you be the first sacrificial ones! ”

The sound fell, the windless clothes danced, the clothes drifted like Hell's Shura, with green eyes open, cold looking at the backward crowd.

“Now I know I'm scared, it's late. ”

“Devil's fire, burn it! ”

As the wind whispered, a small green flame burned from everyone for no reason, suddenly screaming and screaming.

A moment of kung fu, the original people all turned into a black shelf of winter.

It was like that day, Munchkin was hanging from the door, and then, like, the whole street, nobody survived.

The wind whispered and stepped on the black grunt shelf, approaching the city. Until then, however, she turned around and appeared on her in a green dress. There is also a ribbon in the waist.

The wind entered the Imperial City satisfied.

As soon as we entered the Imperial City, we were stopped.

Alas, she really hates these ignorant people!

Her eyes stirred and a flame of green flames burst out of her eyes, quickly burning the entire street.

People are horrified by this sudden scourge. All sorts of screams go on and on.

The wind spirits especially enjoyed the sound, and she thought that if the wind spirits were present, the wind spirits would definitely like it.

Wind spirit, wait for me, I'll wake you up.

But before she does, she's gonna get something that belongs to her.

Kim Chai.

The golden chai she had seen behind a jewelry store in the mountains, that was her fairy, and she was going to get it back.

With it, she will have no enemies.

Even if the ink is filled with strangers and frozen clouds, like, not her opponent.