In this vast universe, a silver planet with extremely vitality is particularly dazzling in this dark curtain.

This is the planet Mochika that has existed for at least a billion years. The desolate universe is unpredictable, and many planets are in the dark, destroying themselves or renewing themselves. Only it has always been in a strong special position, not destroying from the universe, not accepting the rebirth of the universe.

On the planet Mochika, there is a world-famous Yaqigong Snow Peak, the altitude is as high as more than 15,000 meters, the peak has snowflakes all year round, the spring flowers at the bottom of the peak are blooming, the warbler sings and dances, and the grass grows and the warbler flies. What a lovely and desirable place.

At this time, it was submerged by a large sea of people and lost its magnificent style in the past.

Why......

At the top of Yaqigong Peak, there was a mournful roar that pierced the sky. A woman with rare long silver-white hair, holding a white staff in her hand, stood at the highest peak, as sacred as her supreme position, and her lustrous silver eyes stared straight at the group of people in front of her.

She was dressed in a huge white cloud brocade skirt, which had already been stained with a lot of crimson blood, both her own and others'. The biting cold wind ruffled her hair and ruffled her tattered robe, but it could not move her strong body.

Around her lay corpses dressed in white or black, and the blood that was striking was like molten slurry, merging into the earth and staining the world red.

"Why?" Her deep pupils looked straight at the black-robed woman in front of her, and her expressionless question was accompanied by a faint persistence.

The black-robed woman in front of her took off the black hat on her head, revealing a beautiful and glamorous appearance. What is amazing is that she actually has the same face and the same silver hair and silver eyes as the woman in white. Except for the clothes and the scepter in his hand, the two of them are like clones, and there is no difference.

"Why is my sister still so stupid? Don't you see the current situation clearly? Hahaha......" The woman raised her hands and laughed arrogantly.

Behind her were hundreds of thousands of black-robed people, each holding a black staff, with a dark and powerful aura, like a ferocious black giant tiger roaring at the lone white-robed woman.

They're not people, no, or there's no one on this planet, they're all puppets. Except for the empty pupils, everything else is the same as a real person.

If you look closely, the air is filled with millions or tens of millions of silver threads as fine as long hair, intertwined and intertwined in the air, and where they are linked, one end is the body parts of this group of people, and the other end is all hidden in the hair of the black-robed woman.

"O dear sister! Where are all your mighty puppets? Look at your so-called soulless puppet slaves, now with your fresh blood in their hands, holding up the staff you made for them at you. Faced with the bruises and embarrassment of you at this moment, you are indifferent. ”

She smiled extremely proudly, but the thick mockery was like a sharp blade, fiercely and mercilessly inserted into the heart of the white-robed woman.

Fu Ling raised his eyes slightly, his silver pupils as deep as a pool of water, and looked at the five puppet generals behind Fu Jing expressionlessly, and the scepter in his hand flickered and dimmed.

She created all five puppet generals, and when they were puppet babies, she accompanied them as they grew up and helped them mature. Treat them like their favorite children, give them the only warmth they have, create the best life for them, and give them the most precious freedom.

As an incomparably noble Yanshi, she gave them all the emotions she had!