"Spiritwings, stop that little red bird!!" I heard my own voice, sharp to the point of complete distortion, like a string made of metal stretched to the limit, plucked by the intersection of nervousness, horror, and surprise at first sight.

The Nightmare roared under his breath, stretching his arm, pale blue spasmodic fingers running across my eyes.

What if you're a spider? No matter how fast you are, how fast you can pass a beam of light?!

A beam of purple light pierced from the middle of my forehead like a lightsaber, and in the blink of an eye, the lightsaber had already reached the wings of the red bird.

"Don't hurt it, bring it back to me!" I exclaimed.

The tip of the lightsaber instantly became flexible, and the tip of the sword bent and gently arced, rolling the red bird into the sword. The beam of light carried the bird, and suddenly retreated, and before it could return to the forehead, I broke away from the "silk" and "spider" on the left and right, and reached out to hold it, and the red bird fell into my palm.

I grabbed the bird with one hand and stroked my forehead with the other, and my forehead was faintly hot.

"Spiritwing, hard work!" I whispered in thanks.

The silk and spiders around him couldn't help but sigh with envy.

The Devil threw himself into the air, turned sideways, and glared at me, as if he had seen an incredible monster.

"You ......" As soon as he spoke, he only heard the sound of "Tong", and Huahai, who was standing next to the flat couch, sat back on the couch, and his ivory-white and clean face became transparent.

"Y-How are you?" Wei Jun squatted down, level with the sea of paintings, and looked at his sister, his voice unable to hide the horror.

I saw him with one hand on the edge of the couch, the back of his hand tense, his fingers twisted, almost embedded in the couch.

My palm touched the feathers of the red bird, so real—I finally got back the pill that I forgot to say, and I was saved by forgetting my word! As for how to transform this "little bird" into a pill...... There's always a way!

I gently brushed the bird's feathers with my fingers, carefully took it into my arms, pushed the "silk" and "spider" beside me, and walked towards my sister on the couch.

The two copied Snow Spiders couldn't wait for the new instructions of the Monarch, and stood behind them, not daring to act rashly.

Wei Jun crouched, turned around, raised his face, and looked at me. Look at my forehead, and look into my eyes.

Oh my God, is this still the vicious and violent Nightmare?

His face was sad and pleading, and his eyes were red, like ashes burning to the end, red was still red, but covered with a layer of gray dust, and was about to turn into powder.

"I won't kill you, you will stay at the bottom of this snowmare lake and fend for yourself," I turned my eyes away, not wanting to see the dejected Wei Jun in an instant, nor wanting to be moved by the slightest compassion, and said in a deep voice: "Get out of the way, I want to take my sister away!"

Wei Jun straightened up, propped one hand on the couch, blocked the sea of paintings behind him, his eyes were fixed on my face, and he spoke feverishly and endlessly: "She is no longer your sister! She is already a snow spider! She will not go anywhere! She belongs here! Please give me back that little red bird! Give it back to me! I have worked so hard for so long! I want to resurrect her! I want her to live! Live! Give it back to me...... Give me back ......."

As he spoke, he stretched out his remaining three arms—yes, he had four arms when the Nightmare Spider was a human—and bared his teeth and claws at me, as if trying to tear open the placket of my clothes and snatch the red bird back from my arms.

The wings hissed and hissed in their foreheads, ready to try, waiting for my commands.

"Hate Xia," Hua Hai leaned slightly behind Wei Jun, revealing her smooth cheeks, but her eyes as bright as pearls were covered with a layer of dust, and she only heard her whisper, "Could it be that you borrowed the body of this girl's sister? Why bother? Give it back to her." ”

My heart shook and I was stunned.

This person is exactly the same as his sister in appearance, but his eyes, tone, and speaking demeanor reveal a gentle and heroic spirit, as if he is a handsome young man in disguise, which is indeed very different from his sister!

Isn't this person really painting the sea?

Where did that sister go?

What the hell did Wei Jun do to his sister?!

"Give it back to her?" the Nightmare screamed strangely, "How is it possible? How is it possible! Over the years, I have forged the Nightmare Palace, excavated the Nightmare Lake, tried every possible means to kidnap people in the palace and imprisoned them, tried to find out your preferences, screened them layer by layer, took down their organs, and feared that the sins would be serious, so I had to consume the Snow Nightmare drops to recreate their organs and sew them back—I forced myself to become a master! I took those imprisoned teenagers into the air sacs at the bottom of the lake and cut open their hearts, just to nourish your nightmare day and night, and I spent my days and nights in this nightmare lake, piecing together and reassembling the organs that I had sifted, just to recreate a living human body worthy of your resurrection! In the end, I finally found a perfect candidate for you, her eyes, her posture, there was nothing out of place! There was no need to piece it together at all, just her was enough! You can't see yourself as you are, this must be what you want! You've always wanted it!, but now, you're saying to me, 'Why bother, give it back to her!'"

"How could I lose my hand, how could I give up!" "Wei Jun's face was hideous, and his hatred was fierce: "Do you know, God also knows that it is sorry for us, and even set this perfect candidate to be ...... This girl, she, she's not human! She's a bloodline! a bloodline that can live forever!"

The sound of the Nightmare was like a string of rolling thunder, rumbling above my head, one exploding, the other coming, rolling endlessly, the rushing waves uprooting me, and then tearing me to pieces little by little.

Here's the answer.

The answer is yes!

In order to resurrect this "person", this spider with only one snow drop left, the Nightmare has completely turned himself into a demon!

I stepped forward, grabbed Wei Jun who was squatting in front of the flat couch, grabbed his collar, gritted my teeth, and only felt that my voice was terrifyingly hot: "You madman! What have you done to my sister! Give her back to me!"

A grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly reached out and reached into my chest—what was he going to do?

He's going to snatch the red bird back from my arms!

I dodged away, and was about to summon the spirit wings, when a hand stretched out from behind the Nightmare, a clean, slender hand, and grabbed the hand that Nightmare reached out to me. It's a sea of paintings!

Is it a painting of the sea?

Or a snow spider in a painted sea skin?

"I am very touched that you have done so much for me, but I am also very frightened, I died in the hands of human beings in order to save you, all of them are fate, why do you need to change my life for me? Just for my life, let so many people endure such cruel torture, it is really not my intention......" Hua Hai firmly pulled Wei Jun's arm, and said unhurriedly, with a gentle bearing, flexible and firm.

It's not my sister.

"Brother, let it go......" Huahai's voice was deep and his voice was curling.

Elder brother?

This person dressed in the skin of painting the sea actually called Wei Jun "brother"?

Aren't they – loving partners?

"Smell Qiang! No way, I will never let go!" The voice of the Wei Jun seemed to be pulled out from the depths of his chest, with hot flesh and uncontrollable trembling: "I owe you too much, you gave me the position of the Wei Jun in spite of everyone's opposition;

"Brother," painting the sea, no, it should be a sniffing Qiang, his face was soothing, his eyes were quiet, and he whispered to Wei Jun: "You know that I have always been not interested in power killing, in those years, if it wasn't for your protection, how could I have such a period of floating life and leisure? Snow Spider, without me, it's okay, without you, no, I will block your life for you, it's my sober choice, why do you blame yourself? I have already been gone, how can I expect you to protect my snow drops, and refuse to let go of my obsession, brother, let it go, let my snow drops disperse with the wind... ... Let me rest in peace. ”

"Impossible! impossible!" "Wei Jun's voice became manic, "How can you not have a little thought of life......! You wait for me, wait for me to find a mirror...... No! Just take a look at the surface of the Snow Lagoon and you'll know how beautiful and beautiful you look! Over the years, I will finally be able to fulfill your wish! And you will be forever young and never die! Even if I die one day, you will not die! You can live in this world and enjoy the riches and glory of the world!"

"Brother!" Sniffing Qiang called softly, his breath dying: "Why don't you still understand, all the wealth and glory are just smoke and clouds, born in the world, troubles and suffering, once let go, liberation is happy." Brother, you and I are brothers, walking together, sniffing Qiang is very content...... In any case, if you return this skin to that girl, you and I have a deep brotherly relationship, how can we bear to see other people's sisters separated?"

"I don't!" Wei Jun was furious, and suddenly wrapped his four arms around me, and said in a ho-ho voice: "I want to change my life against the sky! If you don't separate, you won't separate! I let this girl stay in the Snow Lake forever with you!"