It was a huge, feathered, hideous kingfisher, just because the kingfisher has always been a petite and cute image in the impression of humans, and after changing its expression and becoming larger, it was not recognized for a while.

The giant kingfisher, with its claws, stepped on it easily, shaking its body.

In an instant, the flowers and birds are singing, the grass is flying, and the tree-lined environment fades its color, as if dyed with ink, and it is pitch black. A red sun rises behind the protagonist, burning like a flame, covering the entire background, visually one red and one black, rendering the atmosphere of hell.

Sharp claws were inserted into her body, like nails holding her firmly to the ground, and her sharp gaze firmly locked on the culprit who had caused the river bank to be caught many times when the mother bird was caught and the young bird died.

The pain of the sharp blade piercing the internal organs, she was like a live fish fixed on the chopping board to be slaughtered, subconsciously swinging her limbs desperately, kicking her hands and feet to fix her claws, but except for increasing the pain of the wound, there was no sign of breaking free.

The brilliance of the red sun, reflecting the body of the giant kingfisher, is like splashing fresh blood stains, different shades, adding a bit of bloodlust, the originally innocent round eyes, full of bloodshots, full of yin owls, like the underworld messenger who passes through the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, crawling up from hell to punish the ghosts.

After struggling for a moment, the blood had soaked her clothes, her limbs were weak, and her eyes were scattered on the ground, and it was at this time that she looked at the monster head-on.

It was the kingfisher who used to let her knead and take feathers, and she had no power to fight back, but the situation was very similar now, except that the subject and the verb were reversed, and the former abuser fell into the quagmire and became a victim of slaughter.

His full forehead was covered with cold sweat, his panicked eyes dodged in all directions, and his pale and chapped lips trembled.

"Please, don't kill me, I won't dare again."

"Kingfisher Fairy, as long as you let me go, I will definitely change my ways and will not hurt you again."

"Please, please...... I can promise you anything. ”

The soft and weak cry for mercy, the blood took away the heat, and in the confusion, she seemed to see the yin cha beckoning to her, and the hot and wet tears crossed her cheeks, down the corners of her temples and into her earlobes, giving her a feeling of being alive, this half-dead state, made her collapse.

The giant kingfisher narrowed its eyes slightly, its narrow and hard beak hung down, and a hoarse voice came out, "From now on, I will no longer harm wild animals, and all the profits from the sale of green feathers will be donated to the Wildlife Conservation Center, can I do it?" ”

"Yes." Weak reply.

"Death crimes can be avoided, but living crimes cannot be escaped." Before the words fell, the sharp beak fell heavily.

Scattered pieces of blood and flesh were splashed everywhere, drawing beautiful arcs in the air, accompanied by bursts of miserable screams.

The three people who watched from beginning to end did not have superfluous expressions on their faces.

The intense pain did not make her faint, but a force supported her, making her feel every inch of skin peeling off very clearly.

The wreckage in the mud pit looked like it had been gnawed by an army of walking corpses.

The light in her blurred vision faded away, and she stopped breathing and fell asleep completely.

Qiqi waved his arm, the surrounding environment was still the original bedroom, and the woman who was tortured by the nightmare lowered her brows, and her breathing gradually stabilized.