The Song of the Holy Spirit

When the power sealed in her body was discovered, her father said: "Xiaofeng, Black Holy Moon has issued an order. From today on, you are no longer the Holy Spirit envoy, and you are no longer the eldest daughter of the Qing family. Black Holy Moon will come to pick you up and accept the divine judgment." Qingfeng smiled bitterly, holy judgment? No one who entered the top-secret trial could come out. He still dreamed that Black Holy Moon would let him go, thinking that for the sake of his parents and children, he would leave a way out, at least a way to survive, but he didn't expect that he would become the target of public criticism. Fragment 2: "You will... Die, right?" Qingfeng said with trembling bitten bloodless lips, and her pale face made her look a little scary. After understanding the truth, she said: "Oh, you have been lukewarm to me since childhood, and your love for your sister has never stopped. When she was injured, you would comfort her and coax her. But when I was injured, you would only coldly reprimand me for my incompetence. I am also your daughter. In order to make you look at me more, I tried my best. I practice hard just to make you pay more attention to me, but why, I am always the one who is hurt, and I am the one who dies in the end! I hate you, I hate you! I will not let you get what you want, I can only decide my life and death, and I will never let you control my life again!" The Holy Spirit envoys caught her at all costs. Fragment 3: At this time, the remaining Holy Spirit envoys swarmed up, each holding a thread of thought in their hands and chanting a spell. The thread quickly wrapped around Qingfeng's body. The power of the thread completely suppressed the power of the mustard in Qingfeng. The spell penetrated Qingfeng's body and came out. Feeling the heartbreaking pain, Qingfeng cried out in pain: "Why do you do this to me? I hate every one of you, so... Hate..." Qingfeng's voice gradually weakened, and her eyes slowly returned to their original color, and then the color in her eyes slowly disappeared. She was put on trial: next month's loss night, isn't that three days later? She was going to die in three days. It seemed that she could not escape the final outcome after all. She had no intention of listening to any more words. She closed her eyes tightly and felt her still beating heart... "Qingfeng, Dad, I'm sorry for you." The father who was once aloof, now bowed his head and admitted his mistake in such an apologetic voice. Qingfeng put down the bowl in his hand, and opened his pale lips slightly: "There is no need to say sorry anymore, I admit it, Dad, I call you that for the last time, thank you for your thoughts, and Xiaoke, you must be a strong person in the future, you know?" Qingke nodded vigorously while holding back tears. Qingfeng finally said: "You go." The voice was cold and without any warmth, like a stranger. She turned her head and stopped looking at them. The tortured Qingfeng, who was dying, looked at the blue light group around her body. Is it finally over? But my consciousness is getting deeper and deeper. Let me cry for myself for the last time. If there is a next life, I will live only for myself! Is this really going to be the end of it for her?