With a loud hissing sound, Clark's whole body convulsed violently as if he had felt it, and the overwhelming feeling of death and destruction almost instantly destroyed his rationality.
The pictures flashed and Clark looked at the others. The angry woman broke down in tears as she held her daughter's dismembered body, screaming the heart-wrenching words, "How could something like this happen? Why could something like this happen!?" Since you are still moving, all I can do is control your mind and stop it from moving, but why... why can't I restore what was severed? ”
Clark was already cursing in his heart as he heard the madwoman's crazy words, but he was too scared to open his mouth and scream.
Suddenly the angry woman seemed to see him in a memory image. He suddenly turned around, looked into his eyes full of sadness, excitement, and despair and warned in a sinister way, "Son, don't be like that." Your sister is very disobedient...do you know? Hehehe...then you can be my sister from now on, right? ”
Clark stared at the angry woman stalking towards him like a writhing reptile. His reason seemed to be the first to leave his body and escape from his soul. His mouth opened wide and he was speechless like a frightened fool.
When the patient came face to face with him, Clark felt like he had fallen into the depths of hell. The moment his conscience hit rock bottom, he stood up like a drowning man, weakened. .
He looked at Miraille, who was undoubtedly losing the battle and blushing right in front of him. Her delicate neck was held tightly by him, a fragment of the poor girl's memory. Miraille's eyes slowly rolled back. White
Clark shuddered and quickly backed away, unable to believe he was doing such an unconscionable thing.
"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough!" Milea was frightened and backed away from Clark, coughing frantically until she could finally breathe.
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