It wasn't until someone was swept away by the wind and screamed heartbreakingly, that the noisy, crying, crying, and all kinds of noisy voices came back into the ears of Weaving Dreams.

Countless soft and innocent petals lost control and were torn by the wind and fluttered in front of her eyes, like rootless duckweed blown by the rain and wind, ready to be destroyed at any time.

She raised her palm, and the phantom flower bell was still quietly worn on the back of her hand, glowing with a cold silver light, but it was like a blood-like brand.

The lives of these people are cheaper than those of lowly ants.

Why did she save them so desperately?

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"Uh...... Help!"

"Woo woo, I don't want to die!"

"Please, help me!"

The few people who had been saved but were once again surrounded by the wind kept crying, wondering why their cautious pleas had angered the red-clothed girl who had suddenly descended like a god.

Is there anything wrong with trying to survive?

What's wrong with them just trying to survive first!

Did the gods forsake them too?

Or is the girl in red just trying to trick them? So she gives them hope for life first, and then pushes them to the abyss of death?

What an evil deed!

Among the people rescued by Weaving Dream was a handsome young man, but in his early twenties, although he had not stood up against the sand bandits, he still felt that he was braver than the people in the same village, at least he had persevered until now on his own.

As soon as the strength that held him at his waist was gone, he fell to the sand and choked on a long mouthful of sand.

The wind and sand intensified, and he was unwilling to lie on the ground, his limbs moving wildly and shaving up bursts of sand, but the more he struggled, the weaker he became, he couldn't hold on to a pile of quicksand, which kept flowing between his fingers.

Looking at the flying yellow sand in front of me, it was like seeing my own life and about to pass away in despair.

Just now...... It's clear that he can survive!

The girl in red had clearly promised to take him to a safe place!

He had clearly seized the chance to survive, how could she suddenly regret it!

This liar!

The young man grabbed a handful of sand and threw it out fiercely, but it was still blown away by the wind in vain, as if he was dying.

A few petals were carried by the wind and floated in front of his eyes, and the flying flower that he thought was shocking when he first saw it seemed to be a merciless mockery at this time.

The wind was raging, and there was no help, even if he was young and strong, he still couldn't escape the fate of being swept away by the wind.

When his body was swept off the ground, his emotions reached a critical point. He glared resentfully at the girl in red who was standing in the wind and sand but was not affected at all, the resentment and dissatisfaction in his eyes were too explicit, and the young man who thanked him gently and sincerely before was like two completely different people, completely forgetting that he and Weaving Dream met in Pingshui, and Weaving Dream had no obligation or responsibility to save him.

But at this time, all that exploded in his mind was - it was the girl in red who caused him to be swept away by the wind!

It's all her fault!

How could he be like this

Died in vain!

He's still young, he will definitely do something in the future, she should save him!

I'm so unwilling!

Even if he dies, he will drag this treacherous girl to die with him!

Obviously promised to save him, why didn't he keep his promise!

How can such a person live unharmed, such a person should die first!

He won't let her go!

Such a thought was too strong, even stronger than his desire to survive, and he groped for a small scythe from his waist, pinched it in his hand, and his eyes lit up.

Yes, I remember, when he was mowing grass in the sparse green space near the village at noon, the sand bandits suddenly attacked, and in a panic, he took it around his waist and fled all the way with this scythe.

Touching the sickle, there was a sudden pain in his hand, his fingertips were cut by the knife, and the resentment in his heart was even worse under the stimulation of the pain, he couldn't survive, and she didn't want to be happy!

He gritted his teeth and threw the sickle in his hand directly at her at Weaving Dream, cursing angrily, and his voice tore through the frenzied wind and sand, extremely loud, like a sad cry.

"Die!

It's all your fault!

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Carried by the wind, his scolding had not yet fallen, and his rising body suddenly stopped, and the petals that had been floating away randomly beside him were entangled in an instant, and the pair of empty hands held him again, and he stopped steadily in mid-air.

He stared with wide eyes, how ...... What's going on......

She grabbed him again?

But......

The scythe he threw with all his might was still fast towards the red-clothed girl who was silently standing in the wind and sand, but it was only a few inches away that it would smash through her head, and the attack under the anger was unbiased.

An indescribable panic crept over his heart, and he swallowed his saliva, only to feel that his throat was unusually dry.

No......

If she found out that he had lost the scythe, he would have dropped it!

No!

He wants to survive!

However, a quick dodge seemed to be an accidentally swallowed fish bone, stuck in his throat.

He couldn't say anything.

The girl in red just raised her head coldly, staring expressionlessly at the sickle that was thrown over with resentment and was already close at hand, that gaze was like a frozen three-foot lake in the cold winter moon, cold and piercing but extraordinarily calm, without any waves, as if looking at the sickle, and seemed to look at him who threw the knife, and as if passing through them, seeing something else.

Facing the sickle, Weaving Dream's head was slightly biased, and the sickle flew quickly past her ear, cutting off a strand of her hair, and with a muffled sound, it fell behind her, and was soon buried by the yellow sand, and a few cut green silk floated in the wind in front of her eyes, which was extremely desolate.

This small action dodged the attack he tried his best, and an inexplicable frustration crept into his heart, but the young man only now found out that at that moment, in addition to the girl in red holding him, there were several people around her who were also rescued.

He was stunned and speechless.

What is it...... Monster......

She obviously just moved, but at the moment she moved, she saved several people who were blown away from different directions around her at the same time......

So......

Isn't she playing with them, trying to give them up?

This...... What should I do?

No matter how nervous he was, Dream Weaver didn't give him any more looks, as if he didn't see that it was the scythe he had thrown, or maybe it was ...... She saw it clearly, but she didn't care about this innocuous anger venting.

Only the incompetent will blame others for their own failures.

He twisted his head away stiffly, not daring to make eye contact with her.

Even if such a sudden and clear fact embarrassed him to the extreme, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and was saved!

Anyway, as long as he survives.

If you think about it, he just wanted to survive, and he didn't do anything wrong......

That's definitely it!

He didn't do anything wrong!

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No matter how much he speculated, whether it was guilty, malicious, or what other people were thinking, Dream Weaving didn't care.

Because suddenly I remembered it, it seems that the human heart has always been like that.

Untimely indifference, untimely cruelty, hard to guess, hard to measure.

So, when she came to her senses, she caught these people again.

It's just that at that moment when she was in a trance, there was something bloody killing buried in the deepest part of her memory, ready to break through the ground.

Is it cruel and humane?

It's a familiar indifference that has not been seen for a long time.

Just a year ago, she had an unforgettable experience, but at that time, she was the one who was abandoned.

People are always on the edge of the abyss countless times, and they can step on it at any time and break their bones.

Her master left her in the barren mountains, knowing that she might die, but he still threw her away in spite of indifference, and she finally returned to the crowded town, and instead of caring for her, everyone was afraid of her, disgusted her, and regarded her as a scourge, even if she was seriously wounded, but still wore a mask of indifference, stood by and ignored her, and the urchins took her as a beggar, the object of malicious play, and threw stones at her, and smashed them on her wounds, and made her blood worse and had no mercy.

Such intentional or unintentional death is not saved, if you grit your teeth, you can barely endure it, but ...... The night she sat alone on the side of the street in East County, she killed someone.

That's the first person she killed.

(End of chapter)