The familiarity in the breath component was fading, and a certain uneasy impression became stronger and stronger. Fan Ning seemed to have captured something dangerous that he had already encountered before.

Just when he decided to be prepared for unknown accidents and picked up the small box first, the girl finally spoke very weakly but anxiously: "Caron, don't touch it, give it back to me, and then help me sit up."

As she spoke out, the purple fluorescence on her body rebounded slightly, and the traces of paint seemed to fade temporarily.

Seeing that Qiong finally reacted, Fan Ning breathed a sigh of relief, put the small wooden box into her hand again, then held her shoulders and made her sit on the dining table.

The touch also seems to be temporarily less cold and more solid warmth.

Qiong still had her eyes closed, and her chest was heaving.

"Miss Crimson'er is competing with me for control of a 'Pleroma Fruit'." She explained her situation concisely.

"Miss Crimson? The 'Miss Crimson' that "Painful Room" became? The fruit of Pleroma?" Although Fan Ning didn't understand it clearly, those keywords still made him nervous.

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"Caron, it's too late to explain in detail now." Joan spoke quickly, "I will first teach you how to use the spiritual connection of the mysterious painting to contain the 'Fountain in the Painting'. Find my flute, oh you

You already have it, right? A basic recital session, right? You play the 'Sicilian Dance' once, I set the trigger to this song, and then you just pay attention and feel the spiritual revelation I took the opportunity to convey."

"Play? Me?..." Fan Ning raised his hand, brought it to his mouth, then hesitated and stopped, "Isn't this the flute you played?"

"Do you dislike me?"

"No, no, you said the opposite. I thought you might have to be prepared to wash your ears, and by the way, wash your flute too..."

He put his lips to hers.
Chapter completed!