Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Now, the cloud dance doesn't even have the strength to move your fingers.

Too much depletion, no animal blood supplementation, body tearing feeling, spread all over her nerves, tired she very much wanted to close her eyes and sleep.

And she, she really did.

Or holding that hot, cold egg in her arms and letting her body somehow fall into heavy fatigue.

Not for a moment, the cloud dance consciousness went dark.

Just as she fell asleep, she hugged the red egg in her arms and suddenly burst into a dark light, cold and hot.

And that's when the cloud-dancing belly position, weird, grew up like a green willow.

Snorted, adsorbed against the surrounding wall.

The falling body of the cloud dance, stomach toward the sky, hung in the pit of darkness.

So the red egg was in the arms of her arms, incubating quietly in her body temperature, the original fire in her right arm, attached to the red egg, little by little sucked by the red egg.

Cloud dance, that's it, falling asleep...

Day after day.

A month, sleeping there, passing like an arrow.

Because of her disappearance, the extent of the area around L.A., was stirred up by someone's covert power.

Also for her reasons, the border was attacked by an unprecedented tide of beasts.

Yet those who sleep in this black hole have no idea.

Still no movement.

……

Half a month goes by!

The original black hole was soaked in a hot red light by a red light.

Now you can see that the wicker that is adsorbed around you has grown up a lot, green and full of life.

The cloud dance was no longer suspended, but lay on the willow strip.

“Cut!”

“Click! ”

Something broken.

The cloud dance in my sleep, right in my ear, waking up with a clatter of awareness.

It's so hot.

At the moment of consciousness restoration, the cloud-dancing eyebrows locked deeply and felt like they were being put in the oven, making her feel uncomfortable.

“Click! ”

He opened his eyes violently and brushed a purple light in his purple eyes.

The cloud dance doesn't know that.

The body was a little stiff, as if it had been inactive for a long time, sitting up and the bones chirping.

Under the willow strip, is it a black hole with no missing bottom, with your head up, or that black hole without seeing the sun?

When she saw clearly where she was, she couldn't help but look a little silly.

What the hell is this place?

Suddenly, the brush flashed past what had happened while sleeping past.

Did she really drop the so-called bottomless hole?

It is said that no bottom hole, by definition, has no bottom, and once it falls, it falls and never ends.

Isn't that too much to take care of her?

“Click! ”

Just as the cloud-dancing forehead darkened, the sound of the egg shell cracking suddenly rang again.

When the clouds dance, they look down at the red egg in their arms.

Just, don't look, don't look, freak out.

Originally a soccer-sized egg, it is now more than twice as big, red light black light, darkness flashing from the egg, through a rich, mysterious and quirky smell.

She only slept once, and it grew so much?

“Click, click...”

The cracking sound of the egg shell suddenly, for some reason, the rapid cracking spread, as if the little thing inside was about to break the shell.