The pale moonlight shone on that thing and Xiaolan's legs.
It was a small, ordinary piece of wood, except that there was a jagged piece of white cloth tied at the end.
Something that looks so familiar.
The moment this thought appeared in Xiaolan's mind, the coldness like falling into an ice cave swept through her entire body.
This is something that comes from meeting trees and seeking sources.
It's what's in their box, it's their magic weapon.
Now it appears here...
Xiaolan's right hand holding the wooden stick trembled a little, and her whole body seemed to be covered with ice. She raised her head hard and looked into the house.
There are no furniture, furnishings or decorations.
But it seems...not completely empty.
Accompanied by the moonlight, one could vaguely see an even darker thing on the dark ground in the middle of the house, curled up into a ball and lying flat there.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Feeling Xiaolan's temperature dropping, Jasmine hid in her arms and shouted anxiously.
"Shh-"
You must have fallen into their trap now.
At least... they can't let them know Jasmine's existence, and they can't hurt Jasmine.
"Xia Meng?" Xiaolan's call floated and turned around in the dark room.
The black shadow on the ground shook, and a rustling sound could be heard.
After adapting to the darkness, Xiaolan finally saw the outline of something placed in the center of the ground.
Wooden sticks with white flags were stuck on the ground to form an irregular circle, blocking the black shadow in the center. The flags and flags stuck to each other, like two hands growing out of the sticks holding their partners.
Xiaolan kicked one down, and a gap appeared in the circle.
Why hasn't it appeared yet?
Humiliation and anger swelled in Xiaolan's chest.
Could it be that...breeding is over?
Xiaolan seems to be more afraid of this than being framed.
Has Xia Meng already...
Turning the wheelchair closer to the black shadow, Xiaolan could clearly see the delicate face buried in thick black hair.
He still has the usual black hair and snowy skin, his thin lips are tightly pursed, and his slender brows are twisted into a ball.
"Summer Dream."
Xia Meng's body shook again, as if someone in his sleep had been disturbed.
Did it happen? Or didn’t it happen? How to tell?
Xiaolan reached out and pulled out the nearby banner, gritted her teeth and threw it away. After getting closer, she lightly poked Xia Meng's arm.
Your body still has temperature, and it is warmer than your cold self.
Maybe there is still a chance.
Just as I was thinking about it, a vague sound of music suddenly came from the distance.
Far, far away, so far away that it feels like it’s coming from another world, like it’s coming from my mind.
The sound of music is approaching like the wind.
It's the sound of a whistle.
One cut off, one start.
The whistle sounded distant, not even real.
But Xiaolan pricked up her ears warily like a cat that smelled the scent of an enemy.
There were rustling sounds on the ground.
Something is moving.
Xia Meng was still lying there quietly, it was not her.
The swaying white flags got entangled again at some point, and what moved with the whistle was the wooden stick pulled by the white flags.
The wooden stick approached its companions, and the two white flags stretched straight out, as if they were reaching out to grab them with all their strength. Once they came into contact with other white flags, the two white flags instantly tied together.
The flags on the ground seemed to have come to life, moving left and right under the catalysis of the whistle.
Xiaolan's own heartbeat almost drowned out the whistle. Jasmine knew something was wrong and didn't dare to make a sound.
Should they be prevented from reuniting?
Xiaolan leaned down and pulled out a few. The moment they came into contact with her fingers, the struggling banners stopped moving.
What tricks are they doing?
In Xiaolan's hands, the flag turned into the most ordinary wooden stick with white stripes.
The few bouncing roots on the ground could no longer form a closed circle and were moving around in confusion.
Xia Meng never opened her eyes from beginning to end.
Suddenly, the whistle stopped.
After the last whistle floated in the air, the flagbearers also stopped moving and stood in place in twos and threes.
Xiaolan's spirit also became tense.
"Tuk tuk tuk..."
When the crisp sound appeared in the corner, goosebumps suddenly appeared on Xiaolan's body.
In the right corner of the wall that I had not paid attention to, a black shadow slowly stood up.
"Tuk tuk tuk..."
Like a child in an alley, running and shaking a rattle.
"Tuk tuk tuk..."
Hearing this sound, the bannermen suddenly stood upright and charged straight towards Xiaolan.
this……
Xiaolan unconsciously turned the wheelchair and stepped back.
The few flags in his hands became restless.
Could it be...
Do you see yourself as a target?
This source of inquiry... If the breeding for Xia Meng is not going well, are you going to take action against yourself, an old lady in a wheelchair?
If you are too perverted, you will be punished with an extra level of guilt.
Xiao Lan was about to destroy all the sticks directly, but unexpectedly the drum sound in the corner suddenly slowed down, the flags stopped again, the soil around them bulged out, and the flags dug straight into the earth.
"Du..."
When the second rattle sounded, only a few small black holes were left on the ground.
The flag in his hand swayed from side to side. Xiaolan tightened his grip and lowered his head to check the hole left by the flag.
It was completely dark, nothing could be seen except black.
"Du."
Another drumbeat sounded short and sharp.
Xiaolan didn't even have time to raise her eyes from the ground.
Something appears in the black hole.
Approaching quickly, the python made the sound of breaking sand as it coiled on the ground.
not good!
Realizing the danger, Xiaolan only had time to turn her head sideways.
The banner brought the moist sand rolled up from the ground and shot out from the hole like a flying arrow, pointing directly at Xiaolan's left eye. In the flash of lightning as she turned her head violently, it grazed her cheekbone.
The wooden stick was carrying wet sand, which hurt a little, and Xiaolan couldn't help but hissed.
But this was just the beginning. After the flag brushed against Xiaolan's face, it twisted around in the air, inserted it into the ground again, and disappeared again.
At the same time, there were a few pops of pops, and several flags suddenly popped out of the small hole. The flags were in different positions, but they were all pointing at Xiaolan after they came out of the hole.
As long as you are mentally prepared, the speed at which the banner is fired is not unavoidable.
Xiaolan turned her upper body flexibly and moved the wheelchair easily, but even the flags could not get close to her.
But they obviously didn't intend to give Xiaolan a chance to react. The flags were shot out one after another, and after falling into the ground, they could quickly change direction and fly out again.
I don't know whether it was because her physical fitness had declined, but Xiaolan felt that Banzi's speed was gradually getting faster.
The flags in their hands also fell off, and they returned to their own fleet and became part of the attack on Xiaolan.
If this continues, I will never be able to hold on.
Xiaolan's lingering eyes touched the black shadow standing in the corner of the wall.
Is it a matter of meeting trees or seeking sources?
I don’t know, but the sound of this rattle must be a tool to control the flags.
A flag flew from the ground at the door, surprisingly fast.
That's it.
Xiaolan suddenly slid the wheelchair sideways and quickly approached the black shadow.