But Meolo didn't speak, and still applied lipstick to his lips that were not plump.

"It's getting late, I should go home, please be safe alone," Mistonge said like a dedicated nanny, "Also, if you can, try to sleep for a while. Sleep is better for women than sleep."

All skin care products.”

"I know, if there is danger, I will scream." Meolo was very satisfied with his makeup and looked at it repeatedly in the mirror.

Mistonge nodded and left directly, heading home.

It was almost late at night, and it was difficult to see anyone moving in the empty streets of Faerûn. Only the gas lamps kept flashing and flickering, making a tingling sound.

The fog gradually invaded and was shrouded in darkness. Mistongo could not see the road ahead clearly. He could only vaguely see the dim yellow halo illuminated by gas lamps. In this silent environment, the only sound was the wind.

echoing with his own footsteps.

For some reason, Mistonge suddenly became nervous. He grabbed his backpack and started to trot.

His heartbeat gradually accelerated, and he couldn't explain why, but he always had an illusion that he was being watched.

Like a mouse being stared at by a night owl under a dark night sky.

Suddenly, a clear sound of footsteps came from in front of him.

Mistonge suddenly stopped, his heartbeat gradually increased, and the palms of his hands began to sweat.
Chapter completed!