After dropping harsh words, Angelina turned back to warn Xu Xiaoyou with a glance, walked a short distance away, and in front of Xiaoyou, slightly lifted a black glove. An indescribable aura of bizarre tales erupted from her, shaking the surrounding raindrops.
Chaotic tendrils faintly formed behind Angelina, blue veins crawled from the young girl's neck to the side of her face.
Angelina shook her head violently, as if enduring immense pain, tightly clenched her hands, and finally resealed the lifted black glove, suppressing that aura of bizarre tales.
"I hope you fulfill your promise this time."
Having said that, Angelina leapt and disappeared from sight, while Xu Xiaoyou tapped her shoulder with her fingertips, waiting for the right moment to arrive.
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