Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

"Miao Miao... what are you doing?" Under such a strong aura, only Mo Ziqi, who was a little cultivated, opened his mouth reluctantly, and his voice was indeed very unstable.

In the cold wind, Xin Miaomiao seemed to hear the voice. She fluttered her long eyelashes and opened her eyes.

But her eyes were cold, so cold that she looked at them, as if she was looking at some unrelated stranger.

She is Xin Miaomiao now, but she is not Xin Miaomiao either.

Mo Ziqi noticed her abnormality, and his face was extremely ugly. He couldn't move forward, he could only reach out tentatively, calling her, coaxing her: "Miao Miao, come here, Miao Miao, come here..."

Xin Miaomiao looked at her blankly, and finally let go of her lying curled up body. She stretched out a small hand that was already blue and purple from the cold, as if she wanted to touch him, but in When the fingertips were about to touch, they suddenly retracted!

"Ah!" Xin Miaomiao was in excruciating pain. She wanted to moan, but instead of moaning, she let out a cry of grief, a cry that could almost break through the sky.

So miserable, so sad, so...painful...

When the screams stopped, Xin Miaomiao had completely lost her consciousness.

Under their horrified eyes, her body slowly soared into the air. She sat in mid-air, looked down at them, and read the ancient and strange characters in her mind one by one.

Every time she uttered a word, she would also have a strong rust smell in her mouth. She knew better than anyone what this rust smell was.

is blood.

The past eight years, no, maybe the past 12 years, have been the basis of our survival.

"My spirit is the guide, my soul is the mind, and the solution is symbiotic, and life and death are inferior."

This is the symbiotic spell, the symbiotic spell on Xin Miaomiao's body, and the spell she recited was to undo the symbiotic spell on herself.

——Memory Segmentation——

Tang Qiaoqiao wrapped Xin Miaomiao's little paw with her own little hand, stared into her eyes, and said word by word: "Miao Miao, you won't live long, you are going to die."

"Pa-ta..." Xin Miaomiao was dumbfounded, and the snack in her hand dropped, hitting the ground and shattering into crumbs.

She was stunned for a long time. She seemed to have just recovered her voice. She blinked her long eyelashes and looked at Tang Qiaoqiao. She was puzzled and asked, "Miaomiao is going to die? Miaomiao won't live long." gone?"

"Yes, you won't live long, you have half a year to live at most, you're going to die." Tang Qiaoqiao repeated, her expression didn't seem to change, but if you look carefully, you can see the distress and reluctance in her eyes .

"Why?" Xin Miaomiao was still puzzled and looked at Tang Qiaoqiao innocently.

Tang Qiaoqiao couldn't bear to see her ignorant little look, and she didn't want to look at it anymore. She got up and stood up, walked to a small tree and stood for a few minutes, as if organizing her words to explain, After a long time, she turned her head and asked, "Miao Miao, have you been dreaming a lot lately? What's in the dream, how much do you remember?"

"Meow I don't remember." Xin Miaomiao replied, she remembered that she would dream every night, but she forgot what dream she had, she often did this.

"You don't remember, it's because your soul is missing." Tang Qiaoqiao said, with indescribable pity in her eyes.

Missing a soul?