A sickly beauty becomes a god in a horror game

Chidie escaped from Baicha's fingertips and flew towards the queen on the high seat.

The Queen stretched out her slender and pale hands and caught the red butterfly.

Red and white correspond, so shocking.

Then, she suddenly flipped her hands and pinched the red butterfly.

Butterflies began to struggle at her fingertips.

The queen's fingers kept grinding vigorously, and the red butterfly's wings were shattered little by little under the grinding, and then fell to the ground. Foot stuck.

The rubies inlaid on the gorgeous high heels are as dazzling as the wings of a butterfly, reflecting bright light as the owner's feet turn.

That red butterfly died.

Red butterflies are of course different from ordinary butterflies. They are extremely lethal. Although the lethality of one may not be strong enough, it cannot be crushed lightly.

The strength of this Her Majesty the Queen is indeed formidable.

The queen's indifferent eyes looked at the people below.

"Why don't you go? Come and treat them well."

"The main reason is that we still have two companions outside." Bai Cha said.

"And you should know him, Your Majesty."

A trace of fluctuation finally appeared in the queen's eyes.

"Then let them in too."

Soon, Yelang and Julang were brought in.

When Yelang saw the queen, the fear he felt was stronger than what Baicha and the others felt.

Because the queen's murderous intention towards him is extremely straightforward.

The hair on the giant wolf's body exploded, and its body gradually arched, obviously wanting to protect the master.

"Okay, everyone is here. I don't know how Her Majesty the Queen plans to entertain us? We came all the way from afar to give you a gift... although you don't seem to like it."

Baicha was a little disappointed.

"But it doesn't matter, I still have a lot of butterflies."

As he said that, Baicha raised his hand again, constantly giving birth to Chidie.

This will make her feel pain.

After all, this is born from obsession, and obsession is always painful.

But Baicha still stared closely at the queen above, giving birth to red butterflies one by one, and these red butterflies gradually increased, flapping their wings around Baicha.

The right eye began to emit a icy temperature, obviously wanting to stop the behavior of white tea from constantly hatching red butterflies.

Bai Cha's face had turned pale, and his hands were trembling slightly.

Every time a red butterfly breaks out of its cocoon, it is equivalent to forcibly tearing a hole in her hand.

But her eyes were full of stubborn madness.

The birth of Red Die would have aggravated the impact of obsession.

But that's what she wanted to see.

She wanted to know the relationship between Her Majesty the Queen, who was above her, and her mother!

Her mother, when she first appeared in the copy of Unchanged until death, was white-haired and blue-eyed, just like an albino patient.

The person in front of him has black hair and blue eyes, nothing more than a different hair color.

But the skin of this Her Majesty the Queen is also so pale, but that face is impossible to remember and distinguish!
Even if there is no relationship between the two of them, but when Bai Cha came over, she wanted to know her lost memory again, even if...

In fact, until now, it doesn't matter whether you know it or not.

After all, she can guess many things.

But she has persisted until now.

She just wanted a clear answer.

Some things may not make sense, but she just wanted to do it and did it.

Some things may be incorrect, but how can there be anything correct or incorrect in this life?

At this moment, this is her choice!That's what she wanted to ask!She wants to know!What she wants!
Another red butterfly flew out from the fingertips, and Bai Cha's right eye began to bleed.

His left eye also blinked uncontrollably and shed tears.

There was a powerful force that poured into her body directly and irresistibly, so she had no choice but to withdraw her hand.

The queen on the high platform stared at Baicha without any movement in her eyes.

Baicha covered her eyes in pain, and when she raised her eyes again, her right eye had turned scarlet.

But this eye did not belong to her.

Bai Cha could feel that this eye was looking at the queen.

"So it's you, Baicha, right?"

There was finally a hint of emotion in the Queen's voice, but she couldn't quite tell what it was.

She knows white tea.

As an NPC, the person who can know Baicha without meeting him must be through the person who knows Baicha.

Bai Cha wiped the blood and tears off his face with some difficulty, and smiled.

"No, my name is Qingti Taotao Yakult."

The Queen let out a icy laugh.

She stood up from the throne, her tall figure carrying a sharp sense of oppression. Wearing a red and gold dress, she walked down the steps step by step.

"I have been waiting for you."

The Queen walked slowly, but her walk began to show black ice.

The breath of death was overwhelmed all of a sudden.

Bai Cha's left wrist also started to feel hot.

In this dungeon, she may also die.

But it didn't make her nervous.

"Really? That's really my pleasure."

She could even talk to her with a smile.

"Why doesn't Your Majesty like the butterflies I gave you? Are they not pretty? Do you think they match you well?"

As Bai Cha said, she stretched out her fingers and waved lightly, and the red butterflies immediately flew towards the queen.

These butterflies are still beautiful when they are in groups. The strange and broken beauty was born out of obsession and despair, just like the cold and dead woman in front of her.

They are so well matched.

But obviously this Her Majesty the Queen doesn't like it.

All the red butterflies that flew to her were all frozen into black lumps of ice, fell to the ground, and then shattered.

"I don't like bugs." There was a hint of disgust in Her Majesty's voice.

Baicha suddenly realized.

"Yes, after all, butterflies are transformed from insects."

Bai Cha was a little annoyed.

"It's my fault. I gave you a gift that you hate, so let me change it for you."

Bai Cha stretched out her hand again, but this time it was her left hand. Dodder flowers grew and bloomed from her fingertips, weaving into a garland.

"Maybe you'd like tweed?"

The Queen's eyes fell on the garland, and beyond it, on to her wrist.

The pain on Baicha's wrist was so severe that she wanted to chop off her whole hand.

The Buddha statue has already appeared.

But this time it didn't seem like the Buddha statue was going to do anything, but the morning glory he was holding in his hand, struggling to get out.

The Queen had already stopped in her tracks, her gaze resting on her wrist, her killing intent became even stronger.

Baicha smiled.

"What's the matter? Don't you like it? Is it because you hate Dodder? Then do you like Xiyanhua?"