Human fear often comes from many aspects, ranging from sharp knives and poisonous snakes to giant dragons, cliffs, and the starry sky...

And there are many sources that do not have concrete objects, such as the darkness deep in the streets that cannot be seen through at night, the imbalance of accidentally falling from a height, etc., etc., which can be roughly called unknown.

There is a lingering shadow of the source of the Eye of Darkness in Smilla's mind. It is the first time in her thirty-year life that she has seen something extremely supreme and destructive, as dark as an endless abyss when she looks at it.

A twisted life form that cannot be concretely described with thought.

In the past, Nyari just looked at the face collector Bernardo, and the latter went crazy on the spot, his sanity collapsed, and he died miserably.

Because with Bernardo's ability, he simply cannot understand the greatness, infinity, and absurdity of Nyari...

Even if Bernardo's soul was ten times stronger and ten times smarter, he still wouldn't be able to know the slightest bit of details about Nyari. He couldn't understand, couldn't describe, an existence darker than the Eye of Darkness.

On the other hand, Smila felt very good about the god Yelin. There was no fear or awe or uneasiness. It didn't even seem to be respect, and she even wanted to seduce him.

Because she was very familiar with Ye Lin's personality, life preferences, behavior style, etc., she didn't feel that she couldn't understand him.

Ye Lin explained the information obtained from fighting the source of the Eye of Darkness in detail every word, gradually uncovering the mystery of the other party, which helped Smilla better understand and recognize the other party.

Especially after hearing that Ye Lin was chasing the opponent across more than a dozen star fields, Smila's weakened soul fire suddenly became stronger. It turned out that the opponent was not invincible.

Ye Lin took out a new green potion and put it in her hand, saying, "This is a potion that helps to restore your mental strength. Drinking it will make you less uncomfortable."

He said everything he could. Whether Smilla could swallow the afterimage of God and turn it into her own transcendent power still depends on her own willpower. A breakthrough of one step beyond is never easy to come by.

That glimmer of opportunity can never be found even if the peak of origin is stuck until it decays and dies.

The bowl of medicine that can forget nightmares is also put together. If Smila can't hold on, it is also a retreat. She cannot be allowed to die fighting against the afterimage of God.

"I'll leave later, I have a few questions~"

Smilla first drank the potion that helped her recover her mental strength. Her painful expression became much softer, and her mind was still violently turned upside down, but it was no longer a deathly uncomfortable feeling.

Her long gray hair was coiled on the pillow. Smila lay lazily on her side, her tall curves perfectly exposed, and she had a charming and charming charm. Her figure was similar to Feng Ying, with a slender waist, long legs, and long hair like a waterfall.

Where there is information there is no ambiguity.

"By the way, what specifically do you like about Katie's woman? My aunt's appearance and figure can only be considered above average, and she is easily stubborn in some aspects."

Smilla was very rude and called her aunt directly. Katie was fifteen years older than her, and she was already at an age where she still retains her charm.

Hearing this, Ye Lin silently raised his forehead helplessly, sighing secretly about the woman.

Especially for two women who were originally in competition and disliked each other, even if they had reconciled to a certain extent in the past, it seemed difficult for them to sleep in the same bed.

Smilla didn't want Ye Lin to answer at all. The matter of leader Wuxuan's "cheating" on the leader of the Xuan Demon Society had caused a stir in the demon world a few years ago.

Because the opening of the underground railway track will greatly benefit the exchanges between Central Park and the subway center, allowing each other to share their needs and move towards a better life.

There was an incident where residents of Central Park "shed tears" and urged Chief Katie to just obey. Besides, Chief Wuxuan is really good.

So as long as Ye Lin's IQ is not negative, then the next words coming out of his mouth will 100% praise Katie's merits.

Smilla doesn't want to hear about the type of aunt who looks better the more she looks at her, has a gentle personality, has pretty good hip and leg curves, etc.

For the last question, Smila raised her left hand, pinched a circle with her index finger and thumb, then raised her slender, white right index finger, put her index finger into the circle, and asked curiously: "How many times have you done this?"

Ye Lin twitched his lips and ignored her, closing the door behind him before leaving. You have the spare energy to inquire about other people's gossip, why not use it to fight against the afterimage of the source of the Eye of Darkness?

"Hey, man."

Smila slowly closed her eyes. The ability of the Ring of Dominance is closely related to the user's mental strength. She is an expert in this area and has experienced similar situations.

It is Eclipse, the Lord of Will, Spirit, and Body of Demon Moon Dralion.

Suddenly, the door was opened again, and Ye Lin came half way in and said quickly: "You shouldn't ask a few times, you should ask hundreds of times."

Bang!

The door was closed, and Smilla was in a daze. After a few minutes, she was pushed open again.

"How many times have you been in and out, what do you want to do... You Xia?"

It's not Ye Lin, but Yu Xia, a survivor of the lunar eclipse who defected from the second promise.

You Xia nodded slightly, "How are you doing? Can you survive?"

"It should be okay."

"Well, okay."

The door was closed again, and Smilla stared blankly at the magic moon pattern on the back of the door, her beautiful sapphire eyes suddenly becoming complicated.

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"I'm going to make a pot of soup that's good for the soul. Ys, please count up the children who used the Ring of Dominance before." Siatt put on an apron to prevent oil smoke, looking like a married woman and a housewife.

The child came out.

Cooking is not her responsibility or necessity, it is more of a hobby.

Accordingly, every time at the dinner table, everyone would praise the eldest lady's craftsmanship, and Sophie almost recognized her godmother.

Astra rubbed her arms affectionately around Siat, the dragon's tail wagging like a dog's tail, a cow's thigh, a cow's thigh.

"I'm here to help." Ye Lin rolled up his sleeves and was about to go into the kitchen, but Mo Mei pushed him out. You could only cause chaos in the kitchen.

The steaming hot fresh mushroom soup is prepared by the lady's exquisite craftsmanship, and you can't taste the different seasonings added to it.

"The taste seems very good." You Xia's former friends, Meiyue and Xinghua, after drinking a bowl of special mushroom soup, their cold little faces slowly softened.

You Xia was surprised that words of praise for others came out of their mouths.

"It's so warm, my whole body feels warm." The two sisters licked the corners of their mouths, as if it was the first time in their lives that they had eaten such delicious food.

Smilla also has a lot of connections with the rabbit Rousselot. Fresh vegetables grown in the center of the subway, and new rice and noodles of the season will be traded to the second agreed organization, so there is no shortage of supplies.

It's just that the whole second agreement has a cold and abnormal taste from top to bottom. I just cook whatever I want, as long as it can fill my stomach, and I basically don't pursue the delicious taste.

Mo Mei smiled and said: "Delicious food is indeed a way to comfort the soul."

Even if no special seasoning is added to mushroom soup, the stimulation of taste and body instincts by delicious food is also a way to soothe the spirit.

The phrase "turn grief and anger into appetite" is not without purpose.

"Then hire some skilled cooks for them?" Feng Ying slowly cooked a plate of grilled fish and said with a smile: "Then maybe when we come back in half a year, all the summoners will turn into little chubby girls."

Halfway through dinner, two more unexpected visitors came outside. Iqi had a band-aid on his face, wore glasses, had bright yellow hair, and was wearing a relatively monotonous dress.

"Hey, you guys are eating, would you mind having two more pairs of chopsticks?"

Iqi smelled the fragrance outside. He happened to be hungry because he hadn't eaten yet, and everyone was acquaintances.

Iqi's steps were brisk, but when he reached the door of the restaurant, he suddenly stopped, frowned, and muttered: "Bubbles, your glasses seem to be broken."

In the sight, numbers appeared next to the Little Witch, Siatt, and others, ranging from hundreds to thousands.

In particular, another curator who has a good relationship with Monica, the mature and beautiful woman, Isadora, has even made five figures.

Ahaha, how is this possible? Tens of thousands of times, people will break.
Chapter completed!