The signal a gave him appeared at the edge of Sangla. This article was first published by. . Miller followed the locator all the way in the direction indicated by it, and what he saw was an orange-red desert, with the blue sky and the flying sand complementing each other. The thermal image told him that there was only the witch nearby. The closer he got to Anya, the heavier the overwhelming oppressive force became. The instinct of the phantom beast made him spread his wings, and at that moment, a ghostly figure passed behind him.
The witch had long black hair and blue eyes. Her face was as gloomy and beautiful as in her memory. The latter saw the appearance of the fantasy beast and raised her eyebrows slightly. At the same time, a smile with an ambiguous meaning appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Sure enough..."
He didn't hear what Anya said, but the murderous intent surging from her was extremely heavy. It was normal for Anya to not know his relationship with Elliot, and it was a bit abnormal for her to hate him so much. Before Miller could speak, Anya said, "You let him out of the coffin, right?"
Miller was stunned.
"I felt strange when I met you in the imperial capital a year ago. Your soul made me sick." Under the surprised gaze of the phantom beast, Anya's smile grew bigger and bigger: "Your breath is exactly the same as mine. It's like another me. I never knew why someone could let him out. Now it seems that the curse on the coffin mistook you for me."
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