Ghost Butterfly has no habit of falling asleep, and of course it is natural to be awakened by some small movements.

When she opened her eyes, it was already pitch black outside, but in the darkness, although she couldn't see her expression.

But the light hit the corners of her mouth slightly.

She was laughing.

That's right, she's laughing.

The curvature of the corners of the mouth is very obvious, which makes people feel uncertain.

Outside the window, a frog chirped, and a leaf in front of the window was gently blown off.

Looking into the room again, the ghost butterfly on the 'bed' had long since disappeared, and only the quilt still had a little residual warmth. to prove that she had been on it for a while, and nothing else.

The dark shadow hidden by the window was stunned for a moment, as if knowing that the ghost butterfly was no longer in the house, and was ready to leave.

But before he could take half a step, a stone was thrown at him, as if with disdain, and it did not hit him, but came to a steady stop at his feet. Not badly.

"I hate it when people disturb my dreams."

A cold 'female' voice behind her was like a layer of ice in this cool summer night, and it was extraordinarily cold.

"I'd rather you die in a dream if I could."

The man sneered, looked at the stone under his feet, and kicked it away gently, as if it was blocking his path.

"I don't have a 'crossing' with you, so why should I visit late at night."

The ghost butterfly sat on the rockery, the blood stains on the bandages on her body were still a little dry, and the dark purple 'colored' blood stains looked particularly unsettling.

"Because, you are that person's 'daughter'."

When the man heard the words of the ghost butterfly, his tone was full of hatred.

"Say so. You've met my mother. ”

Ghost Butterfly looked at him and quickly came to a conclusion.

However, she was a little curious, she didn't know that the human had the opportunity to meet his mother, and he didn't kill his mouth or erase his memory.

"It doesn't matter if you've seen it or not, the important thing is that you're her 'daughter'."

The man immediately refuted Ghost Butterfly's words, and spoke without any mercy.

"I'm that person's 'daughter', and, what."

Ghost Butterfly crossed her hands a little amusedly, as if waiting for the man's answer.

"Hmph, it's really simple and straightforward to admit it, ghost butterfly, don't you think you're damned."

The man listened to the ghost butterfly's calm and watery tone, and was a little disdainful.

"Even if I deserve to die, I won't die."

Ghost Butterfly's attitude is very tough, but his tone is very relaxed.

"If it weren't for your mother's self-care, Nine Heavens wouldn't have been in such a precarious situation. Many, many people will not die, and it is impossible for the Terrans to become slaves of the Protoss!! His tone was strong, as if he was accusing Ghost Butterfly of not caring about it.

"Coward, if you have the ability, you can be a hero to kill my mother, to save those many, many people you think don't deserve to die, to make the human race strong, don't be a slave of the god race. If you put all the blame on my mother, do you think you are a virgin? ”

The tone of the ghost butterfly's rhetorical question was mixed with a series of uncertain emotions such as disdain and sarcasm.

In the light, her obsidian eyes shone with determination, and what she thought was justice.