I am a god in the secret world

The red butterfly broke away from Bai Cha's fingertips and flew towards the queen on the high seat.

The queen stretched out her slender, pale hand and caught the red butterfly.

The red and white match each other, so shocking.

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

The butterfly began to struggle at her fingertips.

The queen's fingers continued to crush the red butterfly's wings, which broke into pieces bit by bit, and then fell to the ground. It could barely flap its wings and try to escape, but was stepped on by a foot.

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

The red butterfly died.

Red butterflies are certainly different from ordinary butterflies. They have great lethality. Although the lethality of a single butterfly may not be strong enough, it cannot be easily crushed.

Her Majesty the Queen is indeed very powerful.

The queen looked at the people below with cold eyes.

"Why don't you leave? Come on, treat them well."

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

"And you should know him, Your Majesty."

Finally, a trace of fluctuation appeared in the queen's eyes.

"Then let them come in too."

Soon, Yelang and the giant wolf were brought in.

The fear that Yelang felt when he saw the queen was even stronger than that felt by Baicha and the others.

Because the Queen's intention to kill him was extremely straightforward.

The giant wolf's hair stood up and its body gradually arched, obviously wanting to protect its master.

"Okay, now that we're all here, I wonder how Her Majesty the Queen plans to entertain us? We've come all the way here to give you a gift... although you don't seem to like it."

Baicha felt a little lost.

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

As he spoke, Bai Cha raised his hand again, continuing to promote the birth of Chidie.

This will make her feel painful.

After all, this is born out of obsession, and obsession is always painful.

But Bai Cha still stared closely at the queen above, giving birth to the red butterflies one by one. These red butterflies gradually increased in number, flapping their wings around Bai Cha.

The right eye began to gradually emit a cold temperature, obviously trying to stop Bai Cha from continuing to hatch the red butterfly.

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

Every time a red butterfly broke out of its cocoon, it was equivalent to tearing a hole in her hand.

But her eyes were full of stubborn madness.

The birth of the Red Butterfly would have also aggravated the impact of obsession.

But this is what she wanted to see.

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

Her mother, when she first appeared in the copy of Until Death, had white hair and blue eyes, just like an albino.

The person in front of me has black hair and blue eyes, the only difference is the hair color.

But Her Majesty the Queen’s skin was so pale that her face was impossible to remember or distinguish!
Even if there was no relationship between the two of them, Bai Cha came over, and she wanted to know her lost memories, even if...

In fact, up to now, it doesn’t matter whether you know it or not.

After all, she could guess a lot of 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 them and did them.

Some things may be incorrect, but what is right or wrong in one's life?

At this moment, this is her choice! This is what she wants to ask! What she wants!
Another red butterfly flew out from his fingertips, and Baicha's right eye began to bleed. His left eye also began to blink uncontrollably and shed tears.

There was a powerful force that poured directly into her body without any rejection, forcing her to withdraw her hand.

The queen on the high platform stared at Bai Cha without the slightest fluctuation in her eyes.

Bai Cha covered his eyes in pain, and when he raised them again, his right eye had turned scarlet.

But this eye does not belong to her.

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

"So it's you, Bai Cha, right?"

There was finally a hint of emotion in the queen's voice, but it was hard to tell what it was.

She knows white tea.

As an NPC, if one knows Bai Cha without having met him, it must be through someone who knows Bai Cha.

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

"No, my name is Qingti Taotao Yakult."

The queen gave a cold laugh.

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

"I have been waiting for you."

The queen walked slowly, but black ice began to appear where she walked.

The breath of death suddenly came over me.

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

In this copy, she might also lose her life.

But this gave her nothing to be nervous about.

"Really? It's my pleasure."

She could even smile and talk to her.

"Your Majesty, why don't you like the butterflies I gave you? Aren't they beautiful? Look how well they suit you."

Bai Cha said as he stretched out his finger and waved it gently, and the red butterflies immediately flew towards the queen.

These butterflies are beautiful when they are in groups. That kind of enchanting and broken beauty is born out of obsession and despair, just like the cold and dead woman in front of him.

They are so well matched.

But apparently Her Majesty the Queen doesn't like it.

All the red butterflies that flew near her were 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.

White tea suddenly realized.

"That's right. After all, butterflies are transformed from insects."

Bai Cha was a little annoyed.

"It's my fault. I gave you a gift you hated. 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 wreath.

"Perhaps you would like flowers?"

The Queen's eyes fell on the wreath, and then passed through the wreath to her wrist.

The pain in Bai Cha's wrist was so severe that she wanted to chop her entire hand off.

The Buddha statue had already appeared.

But this time it didn't seem like the Buddha was trying to do anything, but rather the morning glory in His hand that was struggling to get out.

The queen had stopped walking, her eyes fixed on her wrist, her murderous intent becoming even stronger.

Bai Cha smiled.

"Why? You don't like it either? Is it because you hate dodder? Then do you like evening primrose?"