[Comprehensive] The blackened Il Mini can't be messed with

No one noticed that Sartre, who was about to open the door with his back to the crowd, had an abnormal twitch on his face. Gradually, the range of this twitch became wider and wider, and finally the whole face was distorted by a huge margin. .This kind of distortion is not a normal expression made by human beings at all. Instead, it looks like a kind of forced infiltration of external force, causing continuous twitching.

In less than two seconds, his face returned to normal, as if nothing had happened just now.Putting his hand on the doorknob, he turned his head and smiled at the two guards in the room before leaving. The smile and the following words were full of schadenfreude, "Ah, thanks for your hard work, I Go down and have fun, and you continue to guard our distinguished guests."

"Tsk, Sartre, are you here to have fun with us?" One of them was quite dissatisfied with Sartre's appearance, he came here to show off, they have guarded this girl all night, and seeing the sky is about to dawn, they They couldn't rest either, while the rest of the people spent the whole night on the first floor having fun. Such a difference made the two responsible for guarding Flora feel aggrieved.

Sartre grinned when he heard the words, and seeing the angry look of the man, he not only did not restrain himself, but even more arrogantly stimulated his heart that felt unfair, "I am here to have fun with you, if you have the ability, don't guard here , ah... I'm hungry again, I'll go find something to eat."

"You..." It doesn't feel good to be deliberately provoked, and the person guarding Flora became even more angry. He spat on the side, and then punched in the direction Sart left. , "You boy, let me wait and see, I will tell the boss to let you take care of the guard later, let you be so arrogant!"

Without looking back, Sartre just left a back view waving and laughing.

Flora in the room didn't say a word from then on, she didn't cry because she was caught, she even stared blankly at the back of Sartre leaving, this man really resembled her IL fans.Shaking her head abruptly, she vetoed her own idea again, and she smiled self-deprecatingly. Could it be because she wanted to see Il so much that she always felt that he felt very similar to her?Obviously, that person just now knew the people here, and his behavior was so different from that of Yierfan, how could he be Yierfan!

Even though she was thinking this way, the figure of Sartre was still lingering in her mind. Although she had no similar appearance, she still had a strange feeling.

Taking a deep breath, she began to worry about Finx, wondering if he could break out from the siege of so many people?With a thought, she wanted to use apparition to leave here, but just mobilized the magic power on her body, she found that the magic power on her body was completely consumed due to the previous battle, which means that wanting to use magic now is simply a dream .

"Don't try to play tricks, don't think that if the boss wants your ability, we won't touch you." The person guarding her looked at her very keenly because he felt the mobilization of magic power. The gloomy gaze seemed to be Telling her not to think about messy thoughts.This watchman has a very strong sensory ability. Although the fluctuation of that ability just now is very small, he still caught it.

Flora already understands the horror of the Meteor Street people. In comparison, their slow-moving and scumbag wizards are just looking for abuse when confronted by fast-moving and powerful fighters. She believes that in Before her spell was spoken at such a close distance, they had more than a few ways to stop her, even kill her.

Cooperating is the only thing she can do now. After entering Meteor Street, after a series of battles and the teachings of Finx, she has been told that in this kind of people who have no ability to resist but know that they are still valuable to the other party Sometimes, what she has to do is not to forcibly resist the opponent, but to restore her magic power as much as possible, even if she wants to escape, she must succeed in one fell swoop when their defenses are relatively weak.

Therefore, Flora was guarded very cooperatively.She doesn't cry or fuss, she eats when they give her something to eat, and when she's okay, she just lies on the bed and rests as much as possible to recover her magic power slowly, although she's a little anxious, wondering if Finx can escape successfully , whether she is still really alive, but she still presses down, Finx is not here, and neither is Yiermi, so she has to be strong herself.

One day passed in a blink of an eye, and soon the next day's evening came, and another group of people guarding her changed. This time, there was a person who was barely familiar with her guards—Sartre.A person who Flora thinks is very similar to Yi Erxue.

Although Sartre started cursing and complaining to the other two people who were also in charge of guarding her from the moment he entered the door, how unlucky he was to be sent to guard a little girl, and even found her existence extremely troublesome, but Fro La has a strange feeling for this person, a feeling she doesn't understand why.

There were four people in the room including Flora. When Sartre stopped complaining, the room suddenly became silent. I don’t know how long it took. Suddenly, a loud explosion came from the first floor. The strong shock even they can feel the aftermath of the shock in this place on the third floor.

The moment he learned that the base was attacked, one of them quickly stood up and walked towards the door to check the situation outside. Before he had any reaction, two large round-headed nails had already been inserted into the back of his head, and the sudden attack made him fall down straight before he even had time to say a word.

As she fell, another watchman also fell down in surprise. The whole process took less than two seconds, and the two watchmen lost their lives one after another under Sartre's assassination.All these changes made Flora unable to speak. She didn't know why these people suddenly became infighting. Just when she couldn't figure it out, Sartre's next sentence made her understand everything.

"Ah, it's finally fixed, let's go back." Sartre's tone of voice has become completely different from his previous light tone, when the words came out of his mouth calmly and without any emotional fluctuations When she came out, Flora's eye sockets suddenly turned red, she bounced off the bed with both arms and legs, and threw herself into Sartre's arms.He hugged the opponent's waist tightly and refused to let go, and then buried his head in the opponent's arms, hugging so tightly as if holding the last straw.

"Ilmi!" Tears had soaked Yilmi's clothes unknowingly, and Flora was crying silently. Although she looked different, she knew that this person was Ilmi. The hanging heart finally settled down at this moment, as if she had found the backbone, she felt that the whole person was at ease.

"Why are you here? And... your appearance?" Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Flora didn't continue to cry. Now is not the time to cry, she has more important things to do.

"Well, I work here." Ilmi poked his cheek with his index finger and said, he made this action with the appearance of Sartre, in Flora's eyes, there was a very strange sense of dissonance, maybe it could be seen Unable to adapt to Flora, Ilmi reached out to the back of the neck and pulled out a nail stuck in the neck.

As the nails were pulled out, Sartre's face seemed to be distorted and reorganized. The muscles on the face were constantly stretched and restructured, and finally contracted again. In this way, he performed a miraculous face-changing show in front of Flora. After a while, Sartre's ruffian-like face turned into a handsome and delicate face.

"Ah, it's much more comfortable this way." With a slumped face, he said that he could finally be liberated. The huge contrast made Flora feel funny again. After less than a month of separation, she I miss this unique way of expressing emotions that is unique to Irmi.

Elmi, who was almost a head taller than Flora, raised her hand and patted Flora's head. It felt like petting his own pet. He didn't expect Flora to It was unexpected that he could survive alone in Meteor Street for so long. At first, he thought she was in danger, but now that they found her, they should leave.

"Let's go, it's time to go home." Ilmi took the hand on Flora's head away, and he went to the window and opened the tightly closed window.As soon as the window was opened, the evening wind that was excluded from the outside rushed in, blowing every corner of the room, and messing up Flora's black hair.Stepped over the window with one foot and looked back towards Flora's direction. Ilmi didn't speak, but the meaning was very clear. They should leave, leave this Meteor Street.

"I..." Flora hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Yiermi firmly, "I'm sorry, Yiermi, I still have something to do, I'm going to find Finx, so I can't leave here for the time being. "If Yiermi came to take her away before yesterday, she would have happily followed him away, but now that Finks is still alive and dead, it is impossible for her to leave Meteor Street with Yiermi.

The swarthy eyeballs looked at her silently for quite a while, and Ilmi couldn't help but sigh when she saw her uneasy but insisting on what she had seen, he didn't like Flora's refutation of his will, especially It was against him for the sake of others.