Then, the man led Tan Jiajia in while blocking Rexy from outside.
Tan Jiajia originally wanted to ask about Rexy's strange reaction before and find out more about the situation. But looking at the situation now, she could only give up.
But what she didn't notice was that behind her, Rexy looked at her strangely.
After Tan Jiajia stepped into the door, the door made a heavy creaking sound, shutting her inside. There was another woman with her.
The woman was wearing a dark red princess dress, with a hat decorated with flowers tilted on her head, standing in the center of the room with her back to her.
Tan Jiajia squinted her eyes and looked at the woman carefully, a little unsure of her identity.
"Shayanata?"
She stood at the door and gave a tentative breath.
After the woman heard her voice, she turned back numbly. Although the other person's face was completely shrouded in the shadow of the hat brim, Tan Jiajia still recognized that she was Sayanatha.
But for some reason, when Tan Jiajia looked at the other person's face, a huge sense of fear suddenly emerged in her heart. It was a strong feeling she had never felt before.
The other party held up the hem of her skirt and walked towards her step by step. She walked lightly and slowly, without making a sound, and her movements seemed to have been carefully calculated.
The closer the other party is to Tan Jiajia, the stronger the feeling. Her legs took a few steps back uncontrollably, until her back pressed against the cold door panel.
This cold touch made her shiver involuntarily. Sayanatha's face was already just a breath away from hers. The fragrance of her body mixed with the incense in the room entered her nose, but it still couldn't cover up the feeling. A strong smell of corruption.
Wait, it smells like corruption?
Tan Jiajia came back to her senses and her eyes regained clarity. The thick shadow that shrouded Sayanata's face suddenly dissipated, leaving only a pair of empty blood holes where her eyes were originally.
It's an illusion.
Tan Jiajia felt bad and was about to push her away.
Sayanata had already grabbed her hands, and her originally delicate fingers were now like the roots of a dead tree, trying to absorb the last bit of energy from deep in the soil.
And she did exactly that. She pinched several bloody holes on the back of Tan Jiajia's hand, and the blood flowed into Sayanata's body along her fingers.
Before Tan Jiajia's consciousness disappeared, she seemed to hear the woman opposite sigh: "The game is over, come to hell with me."
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City C.
The heavy snow has been falling for three days, and it finally cleared up today.
The last time there was such heavy snow was ten years ago.
Even so, the severe cold that melted the snow still discouraged people from going out.
However, this does not include those living beings who are busy making a living, nor does it include children who love to play.
In order not to affect traffic, the snow on the main city road was cleared early in the morning by professionals.
But in a square near the center of city C, there was still a lot of snow piled up. For no other reason than this, it was a place specially set aside by a community leader for a snowman-making competition held by children in the community.
The campaign was planned after meteorologists predicted the amount of snowfall. In addition, the community leader is an eloquent person and has attracted many rich and powerful people to sponsor prizes. Therefore, there are many people who come to register. Judging from the number plates on the young players, there are seventy or eighty people.
Now that the event is coming to an end, every child in the square is either checking their entries or making the final touches. Parents spontaneously stood in the audience and cheered for their children.
At this time, a young woman walked quickly from outside the square. She was wearing a simple white sweater on the upper body, a pair of light-colored jeans on the lower body, and a maroon windbreaker on the outside. It looked particularly eye-catching when pedestrians were wrapped in balls on this road, but her face was rosy and she didn't seem to feel cold.
The woman came to the auditorium first and looked around carefully, seemingly looking for someone. However, it could be seen from her slightly dazed eyes that she did not find the person she was looking for.
Just when she was about to give up, a man in a coat got out of a black car parked nearby and came to her.
The two chatted for a few words, and the woman followed the man to the car.
The man opened the back seat door respectfully and said to the woman, "Miss Feng, please."
The woman was Feng Tingting. She didn't say anything and just sat on it.
There was also a young man with a delicate face and a slim figure sitting behind the car. His face was an unhealthy white, and his lip color was so light that it almost blended into his skin tone.
This person is Yang Feiyu.
Seeing Feng Tingting coming over, Yang Feiyu flashed a smile in his eyes and said gently: "Why did you come here by yourself? It's very cold outside. Didn't I send a driver to pick you up?"
"Well, it's not cold. I didn't see it." Feng Tingting answered his question calmly, without asking why the other party asked her to come over.
But Yang Feiyu started talking to himself: "When I got up today and saw that the snow had stopped, I remembered what Feishuang said about fun activities here, so I wanted to ask you to come out and have a look. Unfortunately, there was too much snow on the road. , we came here late. The driver who picked you up must have missed you because of this."
"Well, I took the shortcut." Feng Tingting responded, and at the same time rolled down the window and looked out at the square. The little girl wearing the number plate No. 60 was the Feishuang Yang Feiyu said, the youngest girl of the Yang family.
The little girl was thirteen or fourteen years old, when she was just beginning to grow in stature. As the oldest contestant in this event, she stood out from the crowd.
Her work is a tall rabbit snowman with a snow basket next to it. Now her brows were furrowed, as if she was debating whether to directly put the snowballs in, or to carefully concave a few carrot-shaped snowballs out.
Feng Tingting was watching when she heard Yang Feiyu say quietly: "I thought this girl had changed her gender, but it turned out that she was really just here to play."
Yang Feishang is a young girl who has been pampered since she was a child. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, her personality is still like that of a seven or eight-year-old child, thinking about eating, drinking and having fun all day long.
Just like this time, although it was just a small community competition, she was still a member of the Yang family.
Looking at the mechas, buildings, and various beautiful characters created by other young players, how could my sister, who had been taking art appreciation, sculpture, and other art classes since childhood, make something that was so... so unrefined?
Yang Feiyu also had a headache for this young girl.
Feng Tingting turned back and looked at Yang Feiyu: "She's so cute." After saying that, she turned back and looked at Yang Feishuang in confusion.
Yang Feiyu could only smile in return.
