Jun Yimo focused her eyes on the mural in front of her again, and as soon as she saw the blue flame, she didn't want to leave.

She could feel that the blue flame was sending a silent call to her.

She couldn't help but raise her right hand, and slowly moved closer to the blue flame. This approach was not to explore whether it was true or false, but to instinctively want to get close to it and touch it.

Mo Lingjue watched her movements closely and was already ready to save her.

Because he could see that her eyes were now in a state of seduced obsession.

If he hadn't wanted to elicit the secret behind the mural, he would never have let her touch that weird thing.

It's a pity that man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation.

The moment her hand touched the blue flame on the mural, the woman who was in his arms just now disappeared inexplicably from here in an instant.

He actually didn't feel any strange movement at all, and the person just disappeared out of thin air?

"Jun Yimo! Come back!" Mo Lingjue yelled angrily, how could this happen?

Shouting, his fist had already hit the mural above his head.

However, just when his fist was still 0.001 millimeter away from the mural, his movements stopped abruptly.

No, he can't be impulsive. If the mural is smashed, how will Yimo come back?

For the first time, he felt an urge to regret, regretting why he let her come into contact with the flame.

Jun Yimo looked at the scene that suddenly appeared in front of her inexplicably. She...did she come to the world in the mural? Why was every scene and thing she saw just inside the mural on the top of the Ximu Attic?

of.

And the cluster of blue flames she saw in the mural before actually stood right in front of her so vividly.

how so?

She looked back anxiously, and sure enough, Mo Lingjue and Linghu Hongyan were no longer there.

What should I do now? Didn't I just look at a painting? Didn't I just feel that the flames in the painting seemed to be moving? Why did she suddenly come here? Jun Yimo was puzzled.

"Hey - is there anyone here?" she suddenly shouted.

The only thing that answered her was the quiet breathing and the empty echo.

"Is there no one here?" Jun Yimo murmured softly, as if he was talking to himself.

She suddenly remembered the group of guys who had led her in and asked her to come over, but she had raised her braids instead?

As she thought about it, she took steps forward and walked quickly towards the cluster of blue flames in front of her.

"What a beautiful flame!~" Jun Yimo stood blankly next to this cluster of flames, the blue color dazzling her.

But his eyes were still fixed, unblinking.

Behind the flames, there was a bottomless black hole, and blue flames were burning fiercely at the entrance of the hole.

What kind of fire is this? It has the form of fire but no manner of fire.

It should have been a very hot flame, but at this moment, I can only feel the coldness, because it is just a ball of ice flame. If she had not looked at him more in the fifth-floor hall just now, she would not have come here

Is it here?

The closer she got, the more she felt the coldness erupted from the ice flame, but she did not flinch. Although her steps gradually became heavier, she never stopped moving forward. Jun Yimo

She focused her eyes on the mural in front of her again, and as soon as she saw the blue flames, she didn't want to leave.

She could feel that the blue flame was sending a silent call to her.

She couldn't help but raise her right hand, and slowly moved closer to the blue flame. This approach was not to explore whether it was true or false, but to instinctively want to get close to it and touch it.

Mo Lingjue watched her movements closely and was already ready to save her.

Because he could see that her eyes were now in a state of seduced obsession.

If he hadn't wanted to elicit the secret behind the mural, he would never have let her touch that weird thing.

It's a pity that man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation.

The moment her hand touched the blue flame on the mural, the woman who was in his arms just now disappeared inexplicably from here in an instant.

He actually didn't feel any strange movement at all, and the person just disappeared out of thin air?

"Jun Yimo! Come back!" Mo Lingjue yelled angrily, how could this happen?

Shouting, his fist had already hit the mural above his head.

However, just when his fist was still 0.001 millimeter away from the mural, his movements stopped abruptly.

No, he can't be impulsive. If the mural is smashed, how will Yimo come back?

For the first time, he felt an urge to regret, regretting why he let her come into contact with the flame.

Jun Yimo looked at the scene that suddenly appeared in front of her inexplicably. She...did she come to the world in the mural? Why was every scene and thing she saw just inside the mural on the top of the Ximu Attic?

of.

And the cluster of blue flames she saw in the mural before actually stood right in front of her so vividly.

how so?

She looked back anxiously, and sure enough, Mo Lingjue and Linghu Hongyan were no longer there.

What should I do now? Didn't I just look at a painting? Didn't I just feel that the flames in the painting seemed to be moving? Why did she suddenly come here? Jun Yimo was puzzled.

"Hey - is there anyone here?" she suddenly shouted.

The only thing that answered her was the quiet breathing and the empty echo.

"Is there no one here?" Jun Yimo murmured softly, as if he was talking to himself.

She suddenly remembered the group of guys who had led her in and asked her to come over, but she had raised her braids instead?

As she thought about it, she took steps forward and walked quickly towards the cluster of blue flames in front of her.

"What a beautiful flame!~" Jun Yimo stood blankly next to this cluster of flames, the blue color dazzling her.

But his eyes were still fixed, unblinking.

Behind the flames, there was a bottomless black hole, and blue flames were burning fiercely at the entrance of the hole.

What kind of fire is this? It has the form of fire but no manner of fire.

It should have been a very hot flame, but at this moment, I can only feel the coldness, because it is just a ball of ice flame. If she had not looked at him more in the fifth-floor hall just now, she would not have come here

Is it here?
Chapter completed!