Mist, it's alright to reach out and grab a handful, hehehehehe..."
"Have you ever seen ordinary fog grow like this?" Xia Zhiming pointed at the old tree not far away angrily. Through the faint layer of water vapor on the window glass, he could see the white fog that wrapped it like a silkworm cocoon. . He snorted: "Aren't you going to stretch out your claws? Come on, just go and slap it, and see how many fingers are left when you retract."
"..." Luo Xiaochen silently retracted the paw he pressed on the window glass. Through the paw print, he could see the strange scene outside more clearly. He twitched the corner of his mouth and took a step back, keeping a safe distance from the window. .
Fang Siyuan, who was at the farthest window, muttered: "Why is the water vapor on the window in front of you so light, but it is so thick here?" The window in front of him was covered with a fairly thick layer of water vapor, almost I couldn't see the outside at all. I couldn't help it. Fang Siyuan stretched out his paw and scratched on the window glass twice, trying to wipe out a clear spot, but found that the wiped piece was still white, and he couldn't see it at all. go outside.
The wood next to him pointed his finger at the window and said, "The problem outside." He had always been expressionless, but at this time he looked as calm as ever.
Fang Siyuan moved towards him in confusion. From his angle, he could see through the glass with thinner water vapor in front of him. As a result, the next second he spit out the wood in his heart: "Nima is so If you are a little excited in a weird situation, you will die! !
"Boss! What's going on here?!" Fang Siyuan jumped up immediately, pulled Xia Zhiming on the other side of the balcony, and pointed it to him: "I'm going! Didn't all those white mists wrap the trees? Why are we here too? Gathered together?!"
In fact, it wasn't just a gathering. New white flakes were constantly floating down in the sky, melting into a thick white fog in mid-air. The balcony windows of their room came together.
Their first reaction was: their room was at the very edge of the whole building, and there was a huge tree next to it. The crown of the tree was even lying on the roof. The fog might have been sucked by the tree next to it. However, almost as soon as the idea came up, they rejected it, because the glass that was gathering the white mist was the one farthest from the tree, and the balcony of the next room was next to it.
"Hey—how could this be?!" Xia Zhiming was also a little confused. The white fog outside this window was accumulating thicker and thicker, and the surrounding area was expanding little by little, but it was always centered on this one. He bent over and leaned over the edge of the window to take a closer look. The fog that he expected to gather had only form but no substance, that is to say, it looked scary and did not corrode the object, but after hearing the familiar "hissing" sound, he pulled it with both hands. The person next to him suddenly took a step back and said solemnly, "Come in, the glass is in—"
Before he could say a word, he saw that the white fog that was covering the glass in front of him suddenly began to thin, as if a fan had appeared around him, and the vortex formed by the airflow twisted all the surrounding white fog into it.
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