"You monster. It's no wonder that I'm with that demon 'girl'. A mute with a bandage. An evil 'girl' who can do sorcery. It's really been eight lifetimes of mold. Will meet you two. ”

The old man sat on the ground, as if he didn't want to think about anything.

Now him. It's like he's had undergone some great change.

He just wants to vent his pain and dissatisfaction through words.

But the ghost butterfly still didn't stop. Not even the expression on that little face shook a bit. It doesn't seem to care. It's as if I didn't hear it at all. Reaction she still went her way.

"Monster!! I didn't say let you go. ”

The old man watched the ghost butterfly's calm and unchanging steps. Some are in a hurry. A look of madness.

Ghost Butterfly heard him and didn't stop. She turned her back to the old man. The shoulders that are still thin and seem weak are 'straight'. The black hair, which is neither long nor short, makes her 'fine' chin a unique scenery.

"Do you think it's great that you can kill me? yes, because you're a monster, a monster through and through, and it's easy to kill me......"

The old man really went crazy. He didn't continue to retort to the ghost butterfly, and he started talking to himself. The decadent and distorted appearance completely subverted his originally kind face.

“………………”

The ghost butterfly is silent. The dark 'colored' eyes are bottomless, like a whirlpool, which attracts people deeply.

"Hahahahahaha!!ha

A maniacal smile rang out. The old man has gone completely insane.

He staggered to his feet. Tremblingly, he picked up the staff scattered on the ground. Quickly condensed the spiritual power and hit the place where the ghost butterfly was.

"What if you can kill me, you dead monster, see if I don't kill you first."

The old man laughed as he spoke, and his eyes, which had begun to glow, flickered and dimmed. As if it was 'blinded' by something, with a hint of blood red. The sare was very wide.

Looking at the spirit balloon that the old man threw over without thinking about it at all. The ghost butterfly grabbed it very easily, and then squeezed it with a small hand with distinct palms. The spirit balloon shattered instantly.

Ghost Butterfly glanced at the old man with pity, still with an understated expression. It's impossible to know what she's really thinking at this time.

"Dead monster, do you know that you ruined my life. You dead monster. ”

The old man was very angry when he saw that this was useless to the ghost butterfly.

He ran up and threw out a row of silver needles. The ghost butterfly didn't make any movement. But the silver needle shattered not far from the ghost butterfly.

The power of the Destroyer is so powerful. As long as the aura circulates, the power of destruction, which does not belong to any one of the 'sexual' spiritual powers, will permeate everywhere. But. The Destroyer also has weaknesses. But few people know about it.

When the old man saw this, he laughed even more maniacally.

"Hahaha!! Monsters are going to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he directly took the staff and ran a few times, hitting the ghost butterfly's back. The ghost butterfly head didn't turn either. Directly stretched out his hand and grabbed the old man's staff, and the old man wanted to snatch the staff back. But the strength is not as great as that of the ghost butterfly. The staff seemed to be immobilized, motionless.

"It's been chirping there all the time. It's really noisy. ”

Ghost Butterfly finally spoke. The eyes that were already red as blood made people look particularly uneasy.

Whereas. The bandage on his face broke somehow.........