Originally, there were medals when exploring the Dragon Cave, but when something unexpected happened, I entered the alien ball before the medal was sent.

By the way, not all the medals here are mine, but also from other team members of my team, well, there are also two-tailed ones."

"Yeah." The blind girl nodded and walked out. As Jiang Xiao turned sideways, she came to the corridor and signaled to the front right, "This is her room."

Jiang Shou: "Yes, let's go, I'll take you to see."

Blind Girl: "No, you go."

"It's really a tool." Jiang Shou curled his lips and said, "Okay, have breakfast in the first floor restaurant tomorrow morning, don't forget."

As he said that, Jiang Shou flashed and left.

The blind girl stepped forward and pushed open the door of the two-tailed room.

She lowered her head slightly, as if she was sensing something carefully.

Tables, chairs, bookcases, sofas, and the huge bed...

The blind girl took off her seacoat and hung her clothes on the hanger at the door. Her slender fingers picked up another wool coat on the hanger.

She didn't know what color the dress was, but she guessed that it might be black or dark red.

This room is obviously often cleaned, with bright windows and clean windows.

The blind girl carried the clothes and placed them on the tip of her nose, sniffing them gently. After a while, she hung the wool coat back on the hanger.

She walked forward, gently stroked her fingers across the table and chairs, as if she was looking for clues, but she stopped beside the bookshelf.

In front of me was a weapon stand with several huge wide blades, both made of stone and steel, which may be retired weapons.

She folded her fingers lightly, bounced the blade, and a crisp sound came.

While shaking, she took a few steps back and raised her head slightly.

Directly opposite the big bed, on the wall above the sofa, there was a painting hanging.

The blind girl hesitated for a while and waved her hand casually.

"Bang!"

A gust of wind blew, and the door behind suddenly closed.

She gently placed one hand on the white cloth strip covering her face, and her movements were a little hesitant.

After hesitating for a while, she gently pulled off the strip of cloth that was covering her eyes and slowly opened her eyes.

There are no whites of eyes, no pupils, only a piece of darkness, only the eyeballs filled with oil stains.

And among the dark ink eyes, there was a charming and blooming ink flower.

The blind woman raised her head, and ink flowed down her eyes, slidding across her white cheeks.

It can be seen that she was not crying, but as she opened her eyes, the dark ink would flow down involuntarily.

And the small ink flower in her eyes also slowly bloomed.

Gorgeous, weird.

The painting on the wall, to be precise, should be a magnified photo.

A blind girl with high-quality perceived star skills can see everything in the dark house without even needing the moonlight outside the window.

In the enlarged photo, there is a familiar figure, the person I haven't seen for many years.

The woman in the photo was holding a head with one hand and carrying the tragic death corpse, while the other hand picked up a white flower.

The person in the painting put the strange white flower on the tip of his nose, closed his eyes, and sniffed it gently.

The woman with a cold aura formed a very contradictory picture with her lazy and enjoyable posture, adding a hint of weird beauty to this photo.

Dip... Answer...

The blind woman who stopped and opened her eyes for a long time had already dyed the clothes in front of her. Finally, she slowly closed her eyes and slowly tied the white cloth strips back.

She lowered her head and opened her cherry lips lightly. The sound was very small and very light...
Chapter completed!