Defeat That Fake Heroine

In the deepest and darkest corner.

A white phantom, she kept floating in the air, can't land, can't leave, she seems to be trapped, trapped in this cold and dark place, but she can't remember why she was trapped here.

She doesn't remember her name or what she has experienced. She seems to have lost something too important. It seems that if she can't remember, she will be imprisoned forever. I want to think about it, but I just can't remember it.

She is very distressed, dreamlike figure, with the length of her wasted time constantly fade, she began to feel the soul of the void, that is a kind of irreparable things, she knows that as long as some time later, she still can't remember who she is, perhaps, will be lost in the world forever.

But she didn't remember anything.

She didn't know how long she stayed in the dark. When she began to adapt to the darkness here and calm down, she could hear the sound of the breeze blowing over the top of the tree. The sound was very light, very light. It seemed that it was coming from another world. Sometimes, when she was lucky, she would hear the calls of some small animals in a place where she didn't know how far away. Gently, it made her feel better and better Hair wants to go out, but, in addition to this side of the world, as long as she dares to float to other places, there will be countless barriers to block her, let her nowhere to escape, she felt particularly depressed.

Until one day.

A crow who didn't know where to cross the overlapping peaks finally stayed beside her. It had three claws, three golden feathers on its head, and a pair of eyes fixed on her. Her eyes were full of curiosity, and the smart appearance didn't look like a silly crow at all..

It said, "I feel the wave of my soul outside. I come in and see you, little girl. Why are you here?"

She was happy that she could see her, but she didn't know how to answer the question, so she said, "I don't remember."

The crow with three feet blinked and blinked his big eyes. "You are such a poor little guy. You must remember quickly so that you can go out."

Hearing that, she was even more depressed. "I can't get out, but," her eyes lit up, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were particularly touching. "Can you tell me what the outside world is like?"

The three legged crow tilted his head and thought about it for a while. Then he remembered what interesting things he had seen and said with great interest: "the outside world is wonderful. There are nine countries, each of which is very different. Among them, there are ordinary people and people who cultivate immortals. I have seen the most powerful experts on the nine continents. That is a man who cultivates immortals in white I don't know his name either. I only know that there is a beautiful little girl beside him, who is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen... "

He looked at her quietly for a while, shook his head suddenly, and then denied: "no, no, you are the most beautiful girl."

The white figure bit her lip and was amused by her words. Some fragmentary images floated in her mind, but it just flashed by. She wanted to catch it, but she couldn't keep anything.

"What else?"

"What's more," the three legged crow thought, "it seems that a great change has taken place in the demon world. I saw the coldest and coldest man in the world. He is more dangerous than the man who cultivates immortals. He just slaughtered a city by himself. It's so vicious that even I dare not get close to him."

Her heart did not know how to move slightly, did not know how to ask: "do you know his name?"

The three legged crow was a little annoyed. "I don't know his name, but I know that his original body is a snow wolf in the ice field. He is the most loyal species in the universe, with powerful power and a dedicated and heartless heart." At this point, it has some contradictions, "you say such a person, why do you want to create so much killing?"

But her mind has already been led by the sentence "ice wolf", as if she had met such a cold wolf in the dark.

"The Lord of the demon world has become something in his pocket. Unfortunately, he seems to have lost his most beloved." The three legged crow sighed with regret. "If his lover were still in the world, maybe he would not be like this."

"His beloved?" The white figure trembled, "how did you die?"

"I don't know." The three legged crow felt a little annoyed for the question he couldn't answer, "but I secretly followed him and saw the man's appearance in an ice coffin. She was a rare beautiful girl."

She has some speechless, only feel that the eyes will not shed tears, there are some hallucinations like wet, clearly she is just a soul will not shed tears.

"Silly girl," the three legged crow flew up and looked at her anxiously, "you must think of your name quickly. If you think of it, I will find it. Remember to take me to eat good food." He blinked, regardless of her response, just like when he came, flapping a pair of dark wings, crossing many obstacles, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.Her silent smile in the dark, the mind is fast across what, that is some too gentle things, she did not want to deliberate to think about, just quietly feel the warmth of the mind, tired heart somehow even full of power.

She is still in the dark, do not know her name, but do not know from when, she found that her soul from once thin and fragile to thick up, she can finally see her body in the dark, a child wearing a green skirt body, small thin palm, and it seems that because of too much trauma and slightly pale Her skin, her skin should not be like this, she thought silently, she should be ruddy, fleshy, not like this.

I don't know when, she seems to have consciousness. Although she is just a soul who will wear her body when she meets something, she even feels that someone is hugging her, someone is attaching her palm to her body. The warm air makes her feel comfortable and want to groan. Sometimes, she even feels that the corners of her lips are wet and occasionally red Swollen consciousness, such consciousness often let her at a loss, even blush.

But there is no trace.