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Chapter 870: Sisters in the Mist(2/2)

She looked at Falosa and Ishtar with calm and patient eyes.

Falosa remembered that in her "memory", her mother and she lived a good life, but why did her mother look so miserable in the mist in reality? She thought hazily, and she couldn't tell the difference between fantasy and fantasy.

memory and reality.

Ishtar clung to Farosha, while the countless dead people and corpses around them screamed at them.

"We will never get out." Ishtar closed her eyes.

"Leave in my arms, someone will save us. My heart is stronger than yours, and I will take care of you from now on." Falosa said softly.

"Well..." Ishtar hid in Falosa's arms.

Farosha turned her head and looked at the phantom of her mother's death infatuatedly. Mom, my dearest mother... Although I can no longer feel your arms, I am now holding other people in your arms.

Woolen cloth.

Ishtar breathed evenly, her eyes looked at the blood-stained Lady Madusa in the distance, and she also felt like a dream.

"Thank you..." Ishtar weakly leaned all her weight on Farosha.

Just rely on me, after all, you are so light. Falosa thought silently.

Even though she knew that Ishtar could never be her sister, and the two could not be related by blood. But in Farosha's field of vision, Ishtar's appearance gradually overlapped with the sister in her memory.

...You don’t have to work so hard in the future, Ishtar.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure emerged from the blood around them, and the cyber monster stretched out its hand to rescue Falosa and Ishtar, who were tired of the misty illusion.

"It's time to get out of this boundless fog," it said. Machines are never troubled by dreams.

Yes, yes, she cannot be trapped by the fog. Farosha stood up, picked up Ishta by the waist, and followed the cyber monster outside step by step. With the guidance of the cyber monster, no matter how thick the fog is,

Stop them.

Then, Mother, I will come see you again when I have the opportunity. Falosa turned her head to look at the mist of death and bowed deeply.

Madame Madusa's blood-stained figure smiled slightly and watched them go away.
Chapter completed!
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