"Huh"

The thick arrows rushed out like lightning, but in order to appear on Cyra's head, they left a terrifying hole in the middle-aged man's forehead. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe middle-aged man's eyes widened and he collapsed weakly. The three of them looked at the middle-aged man who had fallen, and their expressions were extremely shocked.

"Huh" A small sound of breaking the air came out, and a man's face suddenly was dull, and he lowered his head slightly, but he saw that his throat had been pierced by a thin arrow. As soon as the other man turned his head, a dagger pierced his forehead. The red and white thing flowed down from the wound, through his eyes that were filled with disbelief, and into his mouth.

The woman's face was shocked, and she immediately knelt on the ground and grabbed the man's trouser leg, crying and begging for mercy: "Please, let me go, I have done nothing!

Under the slightly ordinary face, there is a very beautiful-looking mouth. Cyra looked at the man in front of her, his gaze cold as if he were looking at a dead man. However, the person in front of him didn't care about this, but pulled out the arrows that pierced Cyra's body one by one. Each arrow had sharp barbs on it, and with each pull, a large patch of flesh was torn off Cyra's body, and her face turned pale. But she didn't say a word, she didn't even look painful, she just stared coldly at the person in front of her, but there was some strange color in her eyes at this time.

"Why help me. Cyra said coldly, that tone should not have come out of the mouth of a girl who looked like she was only six or seven years old, but it actually happened. When the man heard this, he chuckled and said, "Because we are the same kind of people, abandoned by our parents, abandoned by our own people, and alone until we die." The man's voice was soft and nice, but Cyra heard a deep sense of sadness in it.

"Will you follow me?" asked softly, placing the limp Cyra on his back, snapping his fingers to extinguish the fire in his hand, and the man walked outside. Cyra pondered for a moment, then leaned into the man's ear and asked, "What's your name?" ”

The man smiled, his steps became brisker, and he replied with some joy, "Black Butterfly, just call me Butterfly." When Cyra heard this, she pressed her little head against the black butterfly's broad back, and murmured, "Since you are a lone butterfly, then I will be your own flower." The black glow in Cyra's eyes slowly disappeared, and at some point, the wounds on her body were no longer bleeding, and they were still recovering at an alarming rate.

The two figures drifted slowly into the distance, leaving only the burning houses to roar in the wind, crying out for some reason.

......

In the blink of an eye, Cyra jumped up from the ground. She crouched slightly, looking around nervously. It's just that there is a white mist all around, and you can't see anyone else, you can't see yourself. Cyra put her hands in front of her and groped her way in one direction. At this time, she looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old, and was wearing a pink dress.

Suddenly, Cyra staggered and almost fell to the ground, she put her hands on her knees, gasping for air, but her mouth still unintentionally shouted: "Butterfly, where are you?" Butterfly .......

Suddenly, Cyra looked up with a sense of emotion and looked ahead. In front of her, there seemed to be a small black dot that was wriggling, the first thing she saw here. Cyra looked delighted and struggled to run over.

Cyra felt as if she was walking on a spinning ball, walking and going, but still standing still. She doesn't remember that she's been here for a month, a year, a hundred years, she doesn't remember, she just knows that she's been here since she woke up, walking or not leaving, and everything around her hasn't changed, not even her.

Cyra didn't care what that little black dot was anymore, even if it was an enemy, an animal, or even a rock, she wanted to go over and talk to it. I'm going crazy, she thought.

"Butterfly!" the look of joy on Cyra's face suddenly disappeared, and she stared blankly ahead, suddenly let out a heart-rending cry, and ran desperately towards the front.

Black Butterfly lay on the ground, pulling her body with her broken palm from time to time, and squirming forward. He was dressed in black, but now he had almost turned into a strip of red cloth. Behind him, a red path appeared on the ground in a very inconsistent way, stretching backwards so that no edge could be seen. Bright red kept pouring out of the hideous wounds on his body, making the white world instantly lively.

Cyra's tears welled up as she sat down on the ground, her hands trembling as she lifted Black Butterfly to her feet and rested his head on her lap. The world of white and red blurred in an instant, Cyra felt like her head had exploded, all thoughts were gone, and the feeling of dizziness suddenly came to her, and she held the ground with one hand, and grasped the black butterfly's worn skin hand with the other to prevent herself from fainting.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps, heard by at least hundreds of people, followed by a sound of scolding and barking dogs.

"Let's go...... Come on...... Get out of here...... Let's go!" Black Butterfly struggled to open her swollen eyes and look at the person in front of her. His eyes flashed with intense joy at first, and then turned into horror and fear. Black Butterfly nudged Cyla weakly with her hand and muttered with a mouth that had opened a gap.

Cyra looked at the black butterfly with tears in her eyes and said, "No, I won't leave, I'm going to die, and I'm going to die with you!" Cyra's voice was not loud but firm, and a black light slowly swam in her eyes.

Black Butterfly looked at the pretty face of the pear blossom with rain that was crying, and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Silly boy, how long have I lived, I have long been tired of this kind of life." You are still young, this world is very big, very beautiful, you should find your own life, go ahead, take responsibility for life!"

"I wouldn't be alive without you, you're my world!"

Black Butterfly smiled with relief as she looked at Sila who wiped away her tears and looked at her with a determined expression. He shifted his head and changed to a comfortable position to lie on Cilla's jade legs, squinting comfortably.

"Actually, you are also my world!" Black Butterfly said slowly, Cyra heard this, her body shook suddenly, and then her pretty face was slightly red, and her little hands gently arranged Black Butterfly's hair, silently listening to Black Butterfly babbling about the experience of the two.