It was the middle of the night when Lily found Bran, and the man and the cat seemed indifferent to her arrival. Flowey's amber eyes swept away indifferently and continued to stare at the snow motionless, while Bran didn't even lift his eyelids.

Lily looked at them and sighed to explain the situation, but Bran still didn't respond.

Wait, Lily reluctantly walked over to Bran and sat down, hoping that he would solve the problem quickly and not make people wait too long.

As Lily sat down beside her, Bran felt the power in her body churn violently, gradually breaking out of the cocoon. So he turned his attention to Lily and whispered, "Tell me about the origin of your pair of wings." ”

Lily whispered about the fire she had set up, and the light and shadow in the fire chased the footsteps of the living like life......

As the soft voice in his ears flowed, Bran gradually relaxed, since Lily had had a similar experience, it shouldn't be a bad thing. This is the inevitability of growth, accumulation and then transformation. Like the facial lines on the face, when it appears, it cannot and cannot be stopped.

At the end of the story, looking at Bran, who was completely relaxed, Lily asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

So, Bran also began to tell the story of the fire in Sandstone City. The last butterfly flew out of his hand, and Bran's voice carried a hint of panic and excitement: "I found the soul, but I couldn't find it in the body of the living. I thought the soul was a vessel, but now I find that it is nourishment, nourishing some kind of power in you and me. It's just that you absorb some of them intuitively, and I reject them in doubt. ”

Lily interjected and reminded, "But we don't seem to absorb the same thing, I absorb light, and you ......"

Bran handed the butterfly in his hand to Lily's eyes and prompted, "Inject a little so-called light to try." ”

With the infusion of magic, the butterfly comes alive and colors reappear on its body. Then the will began to revive, flapping its wings to escape. But out of instinct, he didn't dare to flee too far, so he had to dance around the two sisters and brothers.

Bran's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he looked at the butterfly, and another butterfly was handed to Lily. In this way, one after another, fresh butterflies emerged from the hands of the two siblings and gradually surrounded them.

Looking at the fluttering butterfly shadows around her, Lily asked, "What is your new form of power?"

"No, there is no form. A cloud of mist emerged from Bran's hand, gathering and dispersing.

Seeing this, Lily also reached over, and a pair of small wings landed next to the mist, slowly opening and closing. "Why is this happening?"

"Ability, and habits. My ability has made me accustomed to seeing everything as a material, and the form is not important to me, just to make a few changes as needed. With that, the mist in Bran's hand gradually expanded, enveloping him. "And that gives me a lot of peace of mind. ”

With a sigh, the fog cleared and returned to his hands, "We are different after all. In the face of the power of the soul, you chose the light, and I chose the shadow. ”

A mirror appeared in her hand and was handed to Lily. "When you look at the reflection in the water, you know that's you. You know who the person in the mirror is, you know what your name is, and you know everything that the name represents. ”

"And I don't know. Bran held the mirror up to his eyes, "I see the reflection in the water only strange, I don't know what the name represents, I don't know what the soul looks like under this skin."

Those people are dead, and their souls are still the same as they were when they were alive. If one day I die too, it will be a completely strange soul, a completely strange person......

So, after all, we are different. ”

Lily slapped her brother on the back, "Crazy again!"

"No!" Bran grabbed his sister's hand hard.

......

Beyond the West, Ryo is followed by a swarm of badly damaged insects. The remaining swarm is no longer a threat to the follow-up army. Both quantity and quality have been reversed. Under the cover of night, it is hoped that the pursuers behind them can be separated by dawn.

Ryo wasn't worried about what was behind him, he was more worried about the Northlanders, worried about how the Northlanders would deal with them defectors?

There was endless panic in his heart, because until now he did not know the name of the hostess. What are these people? Thrown into a pile of mentally retarded bugs, they don't ask. The master at least gave the swarm an order when he left, and they only followed behind the swarm helplessly.

Who are you fighting for, what are you fighting for, is it just to live, if that's what you're living for. I hope that the people of the Northland will see that they have also fought hard and let them continue to live.

The two pairs of deputies under the ribs gradually became thick and powerful in the daily fighting. If he is still in the demon race, he should be considered an elite. Ironically, his growth began with the killing of his kind.

He didn't think that the demons still had any hope of victory, since he had witnessed the light rising from outside Silverpine Town. He had tried to send the news back, but the people had stopped accepting him.

He wanted to tell the pursuers behind him to surrender! At least he could still be alive!

......

A large army of demons has once again come to the Anya defense. The arrival of the army gave the demon strikers back their courage, and they sent people to cut down the banner of the Northlanders.

Curt stood on the city wall, looking at the army on the opposite side and couldn't help but show a sneer, that flag can also be cut at will?

If they could, they would have done it. He had seen Bran, and at the same time he had seen the girl who looked like Bran, and it was still not good to be troubled by such a person.

In the face of that banner, there were people on his side who were ready to act rashly, but they were persuaded by Curt. He recounted his own personal experience and told about his cowardice. Wait, that's Curt's suggestion.

The fools on the other side don't know who they're provoking and what kind of existence they're provoking. If the banner was still there, maybe there would be a glimmer of life, and now he just had to stand here and enjoy their pre-death revelry.