Twilight felt sick to herself.

One eye is gone......... I don't look good.........

This is the only fact left in Twilight's mind.

Her empty eyes were bloodshot, as if she had seen the white bones of the Sensen, and the bright red blood kept flowing all the way to her clothes, which looked particularly scary.

"Ahhhh!!!h

Twilight screamed, covering her bloody and warm eyes, and couldn't help but be stimulated, so she fainted.

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He ignored the screams, as if he hadn't done all that just now

He looked at the sleeping face of the ghost butterfly, and his wide hand couldn't help but touch her head,

He looked at the vast sky again, as if he were speaking to himself

"It's getting dawn........."

The sun also came out unconsciously, it emitted a unique light, everything became clear, everything began to revive, although the light did not have that delicate eye-catching.

But no one dared to look at it with that mighty light, so they could not know what was in it.

Mystical beauty, its light does not distinguish between high and low.

Only you are here, as long as you are alive, only you can look at it and feel this incomparably powerful light.

But the person who is sleeping feels the light, but does not appreciate it.

The ghost butterfly is a good example.

"........." Ghost Butterfly felt very uncomfortable with the dazzling sunlight, and subconsciously waved his hand and cursed.

She used her wood aura, and in an instant, the room was covered with vines, and the cyan vines the size of steel pipes crisscrossed and slowly made a huge net.

It can be seen that the ghost butterfly is proficient in the use of aura, although it is very powerful.

The room full of light suddenly became dark, and Oni Butterfly was about to turn over again, but felt something inexplicable and immediately opened her eyes.

"....................." Ghost Butterfly's first reaction is the enemy.

But Ghost Butterfly finally knew to look at the person sitting on the bed next to her.

Although it was dark in the house, the amber eyes were still beautiful and moving, and the silver light shimmered, and the light that was not inferior to the sun drew out the urge of the ghost butterfly to turn off the lights.

But she didn't know that her every move now was in those bottomless eyes, and neither of them spoke.

"Why are you here?" Ghost Butterfly half-propped herself up, her tone cold.

I don't know if it was Binghe Qianyu or Ling Huyue who helped Ghost Butterfly heal her injuries, or if it was because of the brain convulsions that helped her, or because of the credit of Covering the Sky, Ghost Butterfly's whole body did not have the soreness that he imagined, but it was unexpectedly refreshing.

The ghost butterfly leaned against the wall at the head of the bed, so as not to lie down on herself, because lying down has an indescribable ambiguity.