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Chapter 2877 The Enlightenment of the Wind(2/2)

Su Ling seemed a little embarrassed. With a slight shake, the beige "coat" on his body disappeared, and then he silently flew to Angel from below.

Angel finally suppressed his laughter and wanted to ask Su Ling what he was doing before.

But before he could ask any questions, Su Ling's eyes were focused on the pink wind on the top of the tree.

"Hey, hey, that's enough for fun. Other colors of wind are just fine. You actually have the idea of ​​​​pink wind? If you don't want to be unable to sleep, it's best not to get close to pink wind." Angel said lowly.

vocal tract.

Under Angel's stop, Su Ling stopped moving forward.

However, the speedy mind monkey did not stop. After hesitating for a moment, it made a request to Angel through the contract.

Su Ling stated very straightforwardly that he just wanted to experience the pink wind up close.

The reason it gave was that the nature of these winds was completely different from it, which could give it some inspiration.

"Enlightenment" was translated by Angel. Suling's expressive ability is even worse than that of Dangros. It probably means that after integrating into these winds, it has obtained many unexplainable prefaces to the winds. These

The Order of Wind seems to be able to benefit it somewhat.

But it only "seems".

Because when Angel further asked about the specific benefits, Su Ling couldn't answer at all.

This is also the reason why Angel uses "enlightenment". It only has the effect of enlightenment, and it is not yet known whether it can be used specifically.

Although he didn't know if it would be useful, Su Ling rarely made a request to him. Angel thought for a while and turned his attention to Laplace.

After telling Laplace the situation, Laplace didn't ask any questions. He waved his hand and summoned a small group of pink wind from the center of the tree top, stopping next to Su Ling.

After obtaining Angel's consent, Su Ling immediately turned into a swimming fish, got into the pink wind, and became one with it.

Because they are all wind attributes, at first glance, Su Ling seems to have disappeared. If Angel hadn't had the power of the contract to locate him, he might not have been able to detect where Su Ling was.

Su Ling didn't give any reply after entering the pink wind. After confirming that it was safe now, Angel just put it aside and stopped caring about it.



Time passed slowly, and about half an hour passed.

Laplace, who was deep in thought, suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

Angel also followed her gaze in confusion.

In the calm sky, a prism-shaped crystal suddenly appeared. As the crystal appeared, a melodious piano sound came from the crystal.

"Standing in the light, trying to feel the glory, my hands are dirty."

"Hiding in the night, I don't want to chase the stars, but my feet are busy."

"Rivers, stars, and waves are all magnificent."

"Wanjia, the lights are not shining on me."

After the sound of the piano, there was an incomprehensible chant.

Laplace: "Here he comes."

Needless to say, this "him" is none other than the bard Luigi.

Angel: "Well... I should praise him for singing well?"

Laplace looked at Angel with a strange look on his face: "Didn't you hear that the sound of his piano and his words didn't match at all?"

The harp played by Luigi sounded melodious like a pastoral hymn. But his words sounded like meaningless moaning.

Angel was not stupid, so how could he not hear it? However, Angel asked politely because Laplace was nearby.

"I heard it, it does seem a bit inappropriate." Angel followed Laplace's words.

Laplace glanced at Angel: "He is me, and I am him. Are you accusing me by saying this?"

Angel: "???"

Laplace turned his head, continued to look at the prism in the sky, and said calmly: "Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Angel: "..."

Angel was also speechless now. He wanted to separate Laplace and her temporal body, but Laplace insisted that we were together; he regarded all temporal bodies as one person, Laplace

Plath kept saying "he, she, it" again and again, as if what they did had nothing to do with her.

Angel was also confused now.

After thinking for a moment, Angel shook his head in his mind: Forget it. Let's just treat it as having multiple personalities for now...
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