The beautiful sound spreads across the vast plains, like a song that you never get tired of listening to.

It's been reverberating in the air all the time. The same heart-wrenching melody has not been dispersed for a long time.

Heavenly Sin......... What a good name......

Looking at the woman's eyebrows fluttering, Ghost Butterfly couldn't help muttering to herself.

The somewhat confused tone seemed to want to find something, as if he wanted to explain something.

Age of the Rock ......

If it weren't for the fire that year......

If it weren't for their hunting back then...

If not for himself and him......

You must still be alive.........

………

The ghost butterfly looked deeply at the heart of the year.

The woman in black looked arrogant with the sin of heaven pointing straight at the sky.

Ghost butterfly, she. Suddenly laughed.

This time, the corners of her mouth crossed more than a faint arc. It's a real smile.

Yes. You read that right.

It is a stunning and arrogant smile, which is like a ray of sunshine in winter, straight into everyone's heart.

It has been as calm as water. The deep eyes finally showed a trace of emotion that could be clearly felt.

Yes. This emotion, as long as someone sees it. You can tell it at a glance.

Sadness...... Indescribable......

It's as if she's the heart of the year.

Why is she laughing? Why is she laughing?

At this time, the ghost butterfly is full of unknowns, and the laughter is even more unknown in the unknown.

But unlike before, although no one knows the reason for this laughter, the rhyme of that laughter cannot be bad.

But ghost butterflies.

She's still a mystery that others don't understand.

A mystery that no one else can ever solve.

With the sound of the old core, the last remnants faded into the air.

Ghost Butterfly's heart has reached the feeling that is beginning to be blurred again.

Everything began to fade away, but it was so real that it wasn't like a dream.

However, it was indeed a dream, but the splendor of the dark red woman was still in the ghostly butterfly's inky eyes.

This feeling. That's not good.

The ghost butterfly glowed with a hint of bitterness.

When the bomb in his heart exploded. Isn't it such a nasty feeling? It's this serene unconsciousness. The feeling that there is no end to the effort.

Actually, ghost butterflies. And not afraid of death.

She just thinks it's too wasteful, and it's too cheap that day, doesn't she......

Even such an oppressive guy can survive, can't she ghost butterfly survive?

It's ridiculous. Who wants to die?

Since you don't want to die, then not for others, not for the world, not for the heavens that have been blindly pursued.

Just for yourself, let's survive well

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[That... Child... Sure enough, it has a lot of potential. ]

[It's been a long time... Seeing such a decisive child. ]

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