Light fills the field of vision.

Black light.

Saturated light is as much as saturated darkness and is invisible.

After the light faded, countless pitch-black butterflies filled the eyes in an instant, and they silently resided on the earth, their wings slightly fluttering, like the silent and deep ocean at midnight.

Seiyuki Temple Yuyuko admired the boundless black butterfly with admiration and amazement, and the light could not stop the eyes of the undead, and she saw what it was. Under the reflection of the pitch-black light, the fallen cherry blossoms scattered in the white jade pavilion stretched, stretched, dyed the same black, and turned into black butterflies.

Of course the undead knew what it was, the Soul Butterfly.

The symbol of Yuyuko in Seogyoji Temple.

Even though the color is different from his own anti-soul butterfly, it is still an anti-soul butterfly, which is indisputable.

"This cherry tree can't bloom. ”

Mian Xing opened his mouth, I don't know if it was an illusion, there seemed to be a few more strands of pure white in his long hair, no longer the black and white that was scattered and disorganized, but absolutely balanced.

"When it opens, someone will come back to life and someone will die. And the lives of these two are connected, when the one who paid for it dies......"

An anti-soul butterfly flapped its wings and stumbled in front of Mian Xing. He stretched out his palm so that the poor little thing could rest in the palm of his hand.

"The one who comes back to life will also die. ”

The pale five fingers gradually closed, slowly and irresistibly crushing the anti-soul butterfly that flapped its wings into powder, as if a mournful cry came out.

Therefore, it is meaningless. ”

The dust made of black light fluttered down from Mian Xing's fingers, lit up and flickered in mid-air, and finally disappeared.

The man's expression remained indifferent and calm, and he spread out his five fingers, and a pale pink petal lay flat on the broad palm of his hand, just as it had before it became an anti-soul butterfly.

"So, I can only borrow their flowers from other cherry trees. ”

The corners of the man's mouth hooked slightly, revealing a gentle, but slightly ill-intentioned smile.

"I guess they won't mind. ”

Mian Xing raised his palm to his lips and breathed softly.

The cherry blossoms rolled in the air, covered in black light, and turned into a fluttering butterfly again.

The black butterfly flapped its wings and flew towards the cherry tree without stumbling. IT BECAME THE LEADER, THE HEAD SHEEP, THE BLACK-SHEEP, AND COUNTLESS BLACK BUTTERFLIES LIKE IT FLUTTERED THEIR WINGS, ONCE, TWICE, ONE, TWO...... Until the end, the sky is obscured.

The endless black butterfly followed in the footsteps of the butterfly that had risen from the dead, and flew like a pilgrim to the only cherry tree in the underworld that had never opened. They flapped their wings and emitted low infrasound waves, and tens of millions of infrasound waves converged into a vast and magnificent sound wave that could not be heard by human ears, shaking the land of the underworld like a tidal wave. They circled and fluttered around the withered branches of sword-like iron, and approached cautiously, and a black storm of butterflies swept the old tree in as if to uproot it.

Eventually, however, the infrasonic wave stopped, and the storm clung to the terrible iron branches, countless thin scales like countless black flowers.

"Good boy. ”

Mian Xing laughed.

The man clapped his palms casually, and the crisp tone was particularly high-pitched in the dead silence of the underworld, like the sound of a baton tapping on a music stand.

So, the flowers bloomed.

It's hard to describe what happened in that moment, as the butterflies' pitch-black wings faded, branched off, swirled, and became bewitching and gorgeous, like a bloody red. Their six arthropods pierced deep into the branches, their torsos shrunken, flattened, verdant green, and dragged their wings backwards.

Full of trees and thin cherry blossoms.

The cherry trees, which are as large as human buildings, are full of flowers, and the rotation of those scales and wings as they turn into cherry blossoms sets off a faint air current, and countless small air currents converge to form a gentle breeze with a rich fragrance.

Sekyuka looked at the cherry tree as if she was fascinated, and her cherry pupils were full of fascination.

The blooming westward demon has a rich color that is diametrically opposed to the usual underworld cherry blossom pigment scarcity, and those thin flowers are covered with a beautiful and ominous blood, so that one can guess from a distance how it devours the flesh and blood of the bones under the trees to grow itself.

An out-and-out demon tree.

It's also uncompromisingly beautiful.

Because it was only because Mian Xing forcibly attached the petals of other underworld cherry blossoms to it with magic, the unresurrected Westward Demon was still a withered iron branch image. It's just that the branches with death intent bloom with vigorous blood-colored demon cherry blossoms, but they also have a unique flavor.

At least, the two people present were quietly enjoying this rare beauty.

"I've heard a little about this westward demon. ”

Mian Xing took the wine and took a sip.

"If it's such a beautiful view, it can really attract those people to their own destruction. ”

The man's smile was calm and gentle, but the prominent words were cold to the bone.

"I think it's worth it to be able to exchange those meaningless lives for such beautiful scenery. ”

"You don't agree with that, little girl. ”

Yuyuko of Xixing Temple also picked up the wine cup, but as an undead, she was quite disgusted by Mian Xing's words.

"No matter whose life it is, what kind of life it is, it is worth cherishing. There is no meaningless life in the world, all things are created equal, and the lives of ants and emperors are equally precious. ”

"yes, that's right. Mian Xing had a cynical smile on his face. "I agree. ”

"The life of an emperor is as insignificant as an ant. ”

Yuyuko of Xixing Temple retorted without being humble, arrogant or angry, and his eyes did not leave the Xixing Demon. "You are misinterpreting, and the concept is not a strong testimony. ”

"But I think I'm right, Princess of the Dead. ”

The man's smile became playful, and he looked up and poured all the sake from the winekee, and said with a smile:

"The ultimate gentleness and the ultimate indifference are the same, and they are just the same cruelty to those who are treated. ”

"That's just because people are always greedy and want to ask for special treatment that is different from others. ”

The undead retorted calmly, but her mind was clearly not on that.

"Yes, that's right, what a smart woman. ”

Mian Xing lowered his head, he sighed, it seemed that it was the first time that Yuyuko of Xixing Temple had seen the color of decadence from this man.

"It's a truth that took me a lot of money to understand. ”

Ha ha.

The man smiled wryly and drank a jue of sake again.

"So, be nice to the people around you, little girl. People, after all, they still have to be separated from distant relatives. ”

The undead subconsciously looked at Mian Xing, the man's slightly pale face was now unnaturally flushed, his fingers trembled slightly, but the whole person's spirit was much more excited.

“…… Are you drunk?"

"Perhaps, I'm a bad drinker. ”

Mian Xing smiled, put the wine in his sleeve, and gave it up.

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