The Endless Shuttle

With excellent eyesight, she can clearly see the dark-haired young man sitting in the window on the third floor, waiting for the press to confirm the manuscript.

It's not a demons, and it doesn't seem to be a human... What is it?

The truth will come to light in a while.

Gothic Lolita picked up the spoon and was about to stir the black tea.

Because of the rapid production of this black tea, the taste cannot spread as much as possible, so it takes a long time to stir to barely taste.

Nangong was a woman who was very particular about tea ceremony that month.

While stirring, thinking about Rope's thing, suddenly that month felt a trace of resistance from the spoon in his hand.

What? Could this group of guys add sugar to it?

She lowered her gaze slightly displeased.

Afterwards, the girl was shocked by the contents of the teacup.

The reddish tea water turned into a strange creature with a lamprey mouth and eight octopus-like tentacles. It uttered a faint call, and opened its teeth and danced claws at the moon in Nangong.

Wow.

Subconsciously driven by instinctive fear, Nangong swept the white porcelain teacup to the ground that month.

"guest?"

The waiter was startled by the sound and looked out at the location of Nangong that month.

Gothic Lori panted slightly because of shock.

Surprisingly, the creature disappeared immediately after the teacup was broken, leaving only one place of tea.

Is it... an illusion?

"Guest, are you not hurt?"

"……fine."

Nangong calmed down that month and covered his mouth with a folding fan.

"The damaged tea set is recorded on my bill, and I will compensate it for the original price."

"OK."

The waiter saluted slightly.

As long as the guest is willing to compensate, then there is no problem.

The moment the waiter turned around, Nangong's eyes that month began to "rage away" uncontrollably again.

The woman with her back facing her, who was about 23 years old, began to deform, and within a moment she turned into a monster with fish heads and scales.

here we go again……

With one experience, this month in Nangong was much calmer.

At the same time, she pulled out the locked magic book.

"Is this your ability? Hallucinations?" she muttered to herself.

Can make her suddenly look like this, almost 100% sure is the effect of the magic book that I just read.

If it's just an illusion, then just treat it as if it doesn't exist.

Soon, Nangong's table that month turned into a knotted animal resembling a mantis sickle in her eyes, and slashed at her.

Before that one-tenth of a second, Nangong had the idea of ​​"just false" that Yue held.

But when the sharpness of the blade approached the surface of the skin, the girl suddenly realized that this was more than just an "illusion."

Moving in close space, Nangong escaped the attack that month.

A strand of her blue silk was cut off and fell.

"No, it's not an "illusion"..."

Nangong looked around vigilantly that month.

"Could it be... this magical book has distorted the "reality", and what I see is what the world really looks like at this moment? "

If so, what the **** is this magic book?

The power of distorting reality out of thin air, even the "Secret Oath" is just using the magic power of the holder to cover the world. Nangong did not have the memory of using magic power to drive this magic book in that month.

A magic book that can be activated just by sight...

The situation was deadlocked.

Nangong didn't dare to move easily that month.

I don't know where the attack came from, there is no place to rest on my side, even the floor may become a monster, and space movement is not a panacea.

In this way, the highly vigilant Goth Lolita stood there for about fifteen minutes, thinking about the solution to the current situation.

I hope the scope will not expand.

If it affects the entire Xianjin Island, the end will come in no time.

"welcome."

"My friend is here."

"Is it a girl in a dress? You can see it by turning left."

"Well, thanks a lot."

...Have you finally come back?

The Magic Book is Rope's, so no matter what purpose he wrote this book, he naturally has his solution.

Nangong looked at the location of the corridor that month.

Slowly, her pupils shrank.

The person here is not the handsome, dark-haired young man he is familiar with.

Maybe even "people" are not even considered.