"Hehe, can it really be as simple as this? Recite the mantra three times to wake up from a nightmare?" Ninety-nine thought as he took a pen and repeatedly copied the 14th line of magic on a piece of papyrus.

"That's right, this is a (magic book) bought from the elves, and there will be no fake. But...... I want my husband to ...... You won't use these spells for the rest of your life." Anna looked at Ninety-Nine with a worried expression.

"Hmm...... Hmm" Ninety-Nine was stunned by Anna's worried eyes and innocent eyes, "Just in case~" He avoided Anna's gaze and smiled sheepishly.

Eyes fell on the paper and continued to write his spell.

But suddenly, Anna put down the book in her hand, floated straight to Ninety-Nine, and gently grasped Ninety-Nine's left hand, which was slightly larger than Ninety-Nine, without writing.

"That kind of thing, absolutely make it not happen! I will definitely protect you. Absolute! Won't hurt you again! Absolutely!!" Anna said excitedly. Under the slightly frowning brows, in front of those serious purple eyes, tears suddenly hung up.

"Hmm......" Ninety-nine Xiao I blushed, looking at the purple-haired beautiful girl in front of him who cared about herself, looking at her purple eyes with self-blame, Ninety-nine's eyes were uncontrollably attracted.

"Well, I believe you. But...... Can you not stare at me (with such a cute expression) ......" "I'll be embarrassed......"

Ninety-nine said with a twist, the corners of his mouth sweetly hooked. He tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, but his pink face had already betrayed him.

Anna looked at the crimson under her eyes, her originally serious eyes were stunned for a second, and then suddenly showed a wicked smile.

Her right hand pulled Ninety-Nine's left hand as she floated rapidly, parallel to the table. Then he came to Ninety-Nine with a wicked smile, and said in a teasing tone: "Hey~ People just want to see their husbands staring at them~" As he spoke, he raised his left hand and put it on Ninety-Nine's small round face.

The infatuated and playful eyes, even through lenses and gauze, are still fascinating.

……

Ninety-nine's mind flashed through a dream that once belonged only to him. He frowned slightly, and a hint of sourness welled up in his eyes, but he didn't shed tears, just a bitter, sweet smile.

At this moment, the surrounding white light had completely submerged the ninety-nine figures, and white balls of light, like cotton, gently wrapped the ninety-nine. Ninety-nine knew that he was about to wake up, so he didn't have time to savor those illusory memories.

'What kind of torture should I use to kill that demon?' That's his priority now.

With the last white light, her bright red and indifferent eyes were obscured.

He woke up from a dream.

As the blinding white light in front of him slowly dimmed, Ninety-Nine opened his eyes and stopped at the same time.

The golden circle suddenly bloomed in the navy blue night sky, magnificent and magnificent.

"Heh......" With a rapid mocking exhale, Ninety-Nine's red pupils, which were originally full of murderous intent, lost their highlights.

Indifference, indifference, despair, and emptiness all rushed into his eyes at this moment.

Red and silver, all of them became dim at this moment.

Under the bright and holy golden light, the snow-white puppet body was imprisoned under the translucent black ball in a very shameful shape, and was humiliated by countless purple-green tentacles.

"Hehe......"

The sound of a weak exhalation came from Ninety-Nine's mouth again. The whites of his eyes were rapidly blackening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The white puppet turned into a blood butterfly, separated from those tentacles, and separated from the black ball.

And just after the blood butterfly broke away, in the translucent black ball, there were pools, strips, and sections of pale blue liquid. It's like juice spilled on a space station, frozen in the air.

The red blood butterfly seemed to be drunk in the faded world, and rushed to the sky above a stand a few hundred meters away in a curled line.

Immediately, the human form of Ninety-Nine reappeared.

He floated in the air, his eyes staring at the other side of the miserable white, and the whites of his eyes had turned 70% black.

"Hehe, hehehehe. ehehe~hahahaha。」 Laughter, almost entirely airflow, emanated from Ninety-Nine's throat.

"Why...... Why! Why!!" Lifeless red pupils, barely hooking the corners of the mouth, barely a bit of deterrent timbre.

A lonely puppet questioning fate in a world where time has stopped.

"Why do you have to do this?" Ninety-nine raised his hand, grinned, and stared at the black moon in the white night sky. Tears began to accumulate in front of his eyes.

He forced his face to look at the black moon in the sky.

Ninety-nine's lovely smile at this moment couldn't hide the despair that had overflowed from his eyes.

"Isn't it normal to wake up before that happens?!"

Ninety-nine roared like crazy, and tears fell at this moment.

His hands were clasped fiercely on his head, and ten fingers were fiercely pierced between his silver hair. A layer of dark blue ghost claws floated on the bare arms and fingers.

"Heeh-hehehehe," he laughed as if he had gone crazy. In the laughter, a trace of mockery and helplessness could be faintly heard.

"Heh, why didn't you wake up? Of course, it's because the world is garbage! Ninety-nine asked himself inwardly.

"Heroes save beauty? Definitely non-existent. ”

At this moment, Ninety-Nine did not construct clothes, and he was led into the abyss of madness by anger, remorse, and self-blame. He was already disgusted with his body, but now he is even more disgusted with his body. "Clothes? What do you do with your clothes? Is it necessary for someone like me to wear clothes? A corner of Ninety-Nine's heart, while laughing maniacally, thought so.

"Hehehe......"

He continued to laugh for 3 seconds, and then suddenly roared again with all his might, "All out! It's all out of dei!!" (Why!) Why!!)

At the same time, the ten fingers that Ninety-Nine had originally pressed on the scalp suddenly exerted force. Suddenly, Ninety-Nine's scalp was cut by the ghost claws.

The roots of the silver hair were stained red with blood. Blood suddenly flowed down his forehead along his delicate facial features.

"Huh...... hehehe, hahaha"

Ninety-nine laughed maniacally, as if it didn't hurt at all. Obviously, the skull had been pierced just now, but he still laughed wildly.

The vampire pseudo-mother's self-mutilation did not stop there, and in the next second, a small hand with a layer of ice blue ghost claws floated and 'slid down' from the top of her silver-haired head.

Immediately, ten bright red ravines immediately appeared on the soft and tender little I face of Ninety-Nine, which was originally loved by everyone.

Even 'her' eyeballs burst into a pool of blood spilling out of the closed eyes as the fingers swiped over them.