Pink feathers fluttered, and there were bursts of terrible ridicule.
The pain and suffering that comes with life.
The piercing scream of death.
And that blow that hit the bloodline,
That can't stop the flow of blood, that pain, that sadness,
In the thick fog, a black figure appeared, a magician, motionless on the left, pointing to the tree on the right with the staff of his left hand, the music symbols faintly glowed, the music magic box of the new era...
Lost again.
"Hey~! Leng Lian, you won't lose to a combination of ugly people like Lin Ruhua and Lin Cuihua. I, Bing Lian, have never seen such an ugly person~!"
"I have a good idea~!
"Say, Xue Lian. "
"We are three sisters as a team..."