[ For a second, Berkut thinks the shout is directed at him. Frowning, he opens his mouth, perhaps to give Shen Qingiu an earful when the leaves go flying.
There is nothing to strike with a hallucination. An illusion, however, has a scapegoat—the leaves cut through the vines that have grown where Luo Binghe had stood in Shen Qingqiu's gaze, lifting Berkut's eyebrows.
The surprise lasts but a second. Berkut furrows his brow as he shouts. ]
Enough! Those are the words of a false image. Shen Qingqiu, your response is undignified.
yes, give him a medal with which he can slap sqq out of a stupor
There is nothing to strike with a hallucination. An illusion, however, has a scapegoat—the leaves cut through the vines that have grown where Luo Binghe had stood in Shen Qingqiu's gaze, lifting Berkut's eyebrows.
The surprise lasts but a second. Berkut furrows his brow as he shouts. ]
Enough! Those are the words of a false image. Shen Qingqiu, your response is undignified.