The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 144

[Article 144]

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Kevin: “It’s just that others can’t see it.”

Osvid thought for a while and said, “That’s right… Phoenix is the representative totem of Phae, is it similar to his soul? Does it matter too? It’s like something like an imprint, which is usually not revealed under normal circumstances, but only at certain times? For example, when you return to the world, your soul will return to its place?” I

have to say… the young man is really will spread.

Kevin half squatted in the corner, thinking to himself: I guessed it again.

That totem Kevin couldn’t be clearer. It represented the physique. How could it be exposed on the neck every day for people to see?

Under normal circumstances, as long as the body is in a stable state, it will not be revealed.

If one day, His Royal Highness Guangming suddenly has a quirk, sleepwalking, or losing a soul, it may show up.

But the probability of this kind of thing happening is so low, it’s like Melo ran up to Kevin and took the initiative to give him the hundreds of slots he had.

In short, the emperor should not expect to rely on this to find people, dreaming is faster.

He muttered in his heart, and the movements of his hands did not stop.

When he glanced at the corner of the wall just now, he saw a crack behind a soldier leaning against the wall.

I came over to explore, and sure enough, I found something in the crack.

The crack was only a finger wide, and when the thing came out, it almost shattered in Kevin’s hand.

He shook the black crumb into his palm, fiddled with it, and then leaned in and sniffed again.

“What are you blindly hearing?” Osvid walked over with a frown.

Kevin stared at the crumb for a while, and said, “I know where this place is.”

Although the crumb in his hand was no longer the same, Kevin was still able to pass through the remaining bits of it. Smell out the breath, this is the smell of long vine roses.

Legend has it that the old rose castle is famous for its apricot roses, roses climbing in every corner of the castle, a colorful and beautiful country like a dream.

Now that I think about it, it’s probably not a rose, just an apricot-colored vine rose that is very similar to a rose.

The apricot vine rose was much more familiar to Kevin than the apricot rose, because that was the flower that Thenis used to create Merlot.

“Where?” Oswald asked.

Kevin twisted the pieces and said lightly, “Suta Plain.”

He finally knew why Mello had to let him go back here.

As far as Kevin knew about Mello, whether it was when he was a child or when his temper started to get weird later, there was a habit that didn’t count as an advantage or a disadvantage – he especially liked to commemorate himself.

Later, Kevin thought about it, probably because he desperately wanted to separate himself from Kevin’s shadow, so he liked to emphasize himself.

All things created by him, he must mark a unique mark in a corner.

He identifies every day that is closely related to him as a memorial day, and marks every place that is special to him as a holy place.

The former Tenis and the others only thought that he was like a puppy who was stalking the ground. Among the people who thought they were elders, this behavior was not only stubborn and funny, but also paranoid and cute, and they didn’t think there was any problem.

From a certain level, those who are used to these waves are just too big-hearted.

Taking Melo’s personality, Suta Plains was the place where he was born, how could it not be regarded as a special place?

And it is not simply special, it is the most holy place.

He likes to remind everyone to remember things related to him, and to let Kevin regain his status in the former Suta Plain will inevitably make Mello have an illusion of “I gave you life”, and can always remind Kevin Wen, he returned to the place where he was born, this is the charity of the latter.

This is so in line with Melo’s spleen.

Just as he was twisting the powder out, the giant beast Sirius on the side suddenly let out a low snoring from the bottom of his throat, and then he leaned down alertly and pressed against the ground, as if listening to something.

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“What’s wrong?” Kevin noticed his movement, put the powder in his hand into the leather pouch around his waist, patted the dust on his hand and walked over.

Osvid gave a soft “shh–“, frowned and pressed his ears even tighter, not knowing what he was listening to.

After a while, he raised his huge head as if he couldn’t bear it again, shook his ears, and said in an irritable tone: “I can feel movement under the ground, but the sound is too low to be heard.

” What’s going on?” Kevin asked suspiciously.