Fang Xiaoran was startled subconsciously, before she could see what else was shaking besides the table!

Bang...ding...clang...dang...

A series of collisions sounded!

All the items in the whole house were the same as the light-blond girl in front of her at this moment.

Floating!!!

"Now you understand, this is the reason."

All the items were suspended as if they were weightless, floating around the room with the girl in front of them as the center.

Fang Xiaoran was left the only one who could still feel gravity, but couldn't understand what it was.

"Are you saying that Fangran also has...such...super...powers?"

After struggling to clarify the current situation and finding words to describe all of this, Fang Xiaoran murmured, feeling that his common sense was collapsing.

"Quite smart."

Ling glanced at her with lowered eyes, waved her hand casually, and everything seemed to be turned upside down and returned to its original position.

Everything is weird and science fiction.

I felt like my head was in a mess, but I finally understood that Fangran was not as settled as he thought.

There were too many things she wanted to ask at once, but it was so messed up that she didn't know what to say first. She looked at the girl who was still floating in front of her. Everything had returned to its place, and only she was still there.

Ask the original question again.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am because..."

Ling raised her fingers and placed her own body on the table. The Xiaomi charging bag flew into her hands. The blue sci-fi light flashed. She looked at Fang Xiaoran sitting behind the small table, revealing her white lotus root from her long sleeves.

He smiled softly and snapped his fingers.

"You won't remember it anyway."

A crisp voice sounded.

Fang Xiaoran's eyes were dim for a moment, but she soon recovered.

Then he was in a daze for a moment, and looked around at this beautiful and stylish cabin.

There is no one else but yourself.

Stand up from the carpet in front of the small table,

Watching the clock hanging on the wall continue to turn,

However, the worry and low mood suddenly disappeared, as if the doubts were relieved at some point.

Fang Xiaoran felt strange subconsciously, and then he breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. He glanced at the quilt piled up on Fangran's bed.

I folded it for him, then picked up the documents and walked outside, thinking...
Chapter completed!