Transformed into a pink fairy, I will make all the players cry with my sword

The slender fingers lightly touched the divine flower that radiated eternal brilliance.

In an instant, the whole world became quiet.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The blood beads suspended in the air stopped moving, and even the distorted space came to a standstill.

The Eternal Flower trembled violently at her touch, and its sacred light spread out in all directions like ripples.

Those rays of light penetrated everyone's body, bringing a warmth deep into the soul.

Their consciousness began to become blurry, as if something was pulling them away.

In the last sight, only Baiying's gentle smile and those soft words remained:

"Give Hi to Feiying for me."

The blinding light drowned out everything, and the world returned to chaos at this moment.

When I regained consciousness, what came into view was endless yellow sand.

The scorching sun poured down mercilessly, baking the entire earth hot.

Several girls were lying in a mess on the sand dunes.

The fierce sunlight shone on them, casting mottled shadows on the sand.

Feiying was the first to wake up.

She struggled to raise herself from the sand, and intense pain instantly swept through her body.

"hiss!!"

She gasped and looked down at her body.

The originally fair skin was covered with fine cracks, like porcelain cracked by high temperature.

Every muscle was trembling, as if it had just experienced a fierce fight.

The meridians in the body seemed to be torn apart and then reconnected, causing waves of dull pain.

The bones made a sound as if they could not bear the weight, as if they would break at any time.

This body had endured damage far beyond the limit. Even after leaving the illusion, the scars still remained on her body.

On the sand around them, other girls began to wake up one after another. They staggered to their feet and looked around in confusion.

"here it is......"

Jasmine rubbed her swollen temples, her eyes filled with confusion. Her memory was still stuck in that strange space, and the scene before her made it difficult for her to adapt for a while.

"Have we come out of the illusion?"

Violet shook her dizzy head, trying to clear her thoughts.

Suddenly, the scene before the Eternal Flower bloomed flashed through her mind, and her eyes widened suddenly.

"White Sakura!"

She looked around eagerly, her eyes scanning every awake companion.

Soon, she noticed the figure curled up in the sand, covered in wounds.

"Fei Ying?!"

Violet was stunned for a moment, then ran over quickly.

She carefully helped Feiying up, with deep concern in her voice:

"How are you?"

"I'm fine, just a little hurt..."

Feiying gritted her teeth and beads of sweat appeared on her face.

At this moment.

Her skin was covered with fine cracks like spider webs, and every breath she took affected the injuries all over her body, bringing waves of suffocating pain.

Sweat ran down her cheeks, leaving dark marks on the sand.

"Damn it! This lunatic!"

Feiying held her chest tightly; every heartbeat made her feel as if her internal organs were churning.

She growled through gnashing teeth, her voice filled with anger and unwillingness.

"It's totally unreasonable! He actually pushed his demonic power to this extent!"

She tried hard to adjust herself to her current condition of injury.

But when he thought back to the terrifying demonic power that Baiying released at the last moment, his heart couldn't help but twitch violently.

That kind of nearly destructive force was completely beyond the limit that this body could withstand.

"What do you think you are?"

Feiying's voice trembled slightly due to anger.

"You've burned your demonic power to this extent, and you don't even want your life!"

She cursed under her breath as she tried to move her almost numb limbs.

Every time I moved, those tiny cracks would cause a tearing pain, as if my whole body was about to fall apart.

Just as she was trying to stand up despite the severe pain, she suddenly realized something and her whole body froze in place.

Her chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down, and a crucial question emerged in her mind.

She felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and breathing became difficult.

"Wait a moment......"

Feiying's voice suddenly became weak, with a barely perceptible tremor.

"Shirayakura... Where's Shirayakura?"

The hot wind blew up countless grains of sand, forming golden whirlpools in the air.

Other than that, the surroundings were eerily silent, without even a hint of response.

"Bai Ying? Where are you?"

Her voice unconsciously rose a few notches, her tone carrying a hint of anxiety.

"Stop joking around like that, come out now! Where are you?"

Feiying closed her eyes, trying to feel the other self that had always existed deep in her consciousness.

That kind of elusive connection, that voice that is sometimes gentle and sometimes strong, that presence that always appears at the critical moment.

But now, no matter how hard she searched, she felt empty deep down inside, as if something important was missing.

"Hey! Shirayakura!"

Feiying's voice was already filled with obvious panic.

"What the hell are you playing at? Stop hiding and come out! This isn't funny!"

Just then, Violet, who had been watching her worriedly, suddenly spoke.

Her voice was soft, with a hint of shock and hesitation that was difficult to conceal.

"Fei Ying..."

Violet's eyes were fixed on her.

She looked at Feiying's appearance and recalled what happened.

I gradually had a bad feeling in my heart.

"Your hair...has changed..."

Her voice trailed off, as if she was afraid to say the next words.

"And your eyes..."

"What hair? What eyes?"

Feiying interrupted her irritably. She didn't have the heart to care about these details at the moment:

"Don't talk about these irrelevant things! That crazy Baiying is suddenly quiet now. I want to ask her what she is thinking about!"

"No, Feiying, listen to me..."

Violet's voice became even deeper, as if she was suppressing some emotion and forcing herself to remain calm:

"All the characteristics of you and Baiying have disappeared."

"Those gray hairs and your heterochromatic eyes are all gone."

"You've completely returned to your old self..."

Feiying's movements froze instantly, as if she had been cast under a spell.

Her original image was red hair and blue eyes.

Until she was in the small dark room and accepted Baiying's help.

Her image changed.

Hair color has become non-mainstream.

Even the eyes turned into a rare heterochromia.

And these changes became evidence of their coexistence at the time.

It was a symbol of two souls sharing one body, proof of the special connection between them.

But now...

"Mirror!"

Feiying screamed almost hysterically and looked around frantically.

"Find me something that can take a picture of a person!"

She stumbled to her feet and began to run, stumbling across the hot sand.

Finally, she found a piece of obsidian shining in the sun not far away.

The surface of the stone was as smooth as a mirror, and it sparkled with a deep light in the sunlight.

Feiying's hands were shaking. She picked up the stone carefully, took a deep breath, and slowly looked at the surface of the stone.

Reflected on that dark, smooth surface was a face that was all too familiar.

Her fiery red hair fluttered gently in the wind, and her clear blue eyes reflected her own expression of disbelief.

Those natural red hair are still as bright as fire.

But those few signature strands of gray hair have completely disappeared.

His eyes also returned to their original blue color, and the strange red could no longer be seen.

All the characteristics that symbolized Baiying's existence disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"Do not......"

Feiying's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. "This is impossible..."

Her fingers were tightly clenched around the obsidian, her knuckles turning pale from the force.

It was as if all the strength had been drained from the whole person, and he knelt on the hot sand.

"White Sakura..."

Her voice trembled as never before:

"Come out here! What the hell is going on? You have to give me an explanation!"

"White Sakura!"

"Can you hear me?"

"answer me!"

However, no matter how she shouted, there was always dead silence deep in her heart.

That familiar voice never sounded again.

The one who always appears when she needs him most.

It was as if the world had evaporated.

Along with all the traces she left on Feiying, they completely disappeared in the endless yellow sand.

……

After nearly ten minutes of shouting.

Feiying stared at the obsidian in her hand with a dull look, her whole body shaking slightly uncontrollably.

She couldn't accept the fact before her, nor did she want to believe that Baiying had disappeared just like that.

My fingers unconsciously stroked the smooth surface of the stone, as if this would help me find that familiar figure.

"Bai Ying, don't scare me..."

Her voice became lower and lower, almost inaudible.

The hot sand blew across her cheeks, bringing a stinging sensation.

But this pain is nothing compared to the emptiness inside.

"I know you were always here. You never left, did you?"

There was a hint of pleading in her voice, and her eyes wandered around the empty space, as if she was looking for something.

She gripped the obsidian in her hand tighter and tighter, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"You're a liar! You said you would stay with me and help me forever."

"You said you wouldn't leave me alone..."

But the only response she got was the whistling wind.

The suffocating silence made her feel more panic than ever before.

The once familiar place deep in my heart is now eerily empty.

Feiying closed her eyes, trying desperately to feel that familiar presence.

She tried to search deep in her consciousness for the voice that always guided her calmly.

But no matter how she tried, she could never find that warm breath again.

Those past scenes kept flashing in my mind.

The shock and confusion when we first met, the quarrels and reconciliations when we got along, and the tacit understanding and trust when we fought side by side.

Every moment is so clear, yet so out of reach.

"Do not make jokes!"