Quick Wear: Driving Gods in a Dark Fairy Tale

Outside the live broadcast room, Ming Lai was busy preparing materials for treating the white fungus, while simultaneously opening two windows and staring at the white fungus and Doria who were far away in the fairy tale world.

If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected will happen.

It just took them the time to wash their hands, and they were all fine before they left. Not a single hair was missing from either of them. They were very well-behaved and honest, and there was nothing overly weird about the plot.

After coming back, one had his hands broken and a bloody mess, while the other carried out a one-sided hellish massacre.

Minglai looked at his hands which were still covered with water droplets, and began to become confused and mentally delirious. He suspected that he had not washed his hands, but had celebrated the New Year.

How could their live broadcast plot change so suddenly in just a few minutes?

Bai Yunsheng held a bucket of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth while watching the live broadcast, with a can of opened ice cola next to him.

When Minglai cast a doubtful look at him, Bai Yunsheng blurted out without even thinking, "Bai Jun's hand was broken by himself trying to break free from the chains. Because it was the Boss's nightmare skill, it will be fine as long as he wakes up. It may hurt a little at most, but to Bai Jun, it's like a drizzle."

"As for Doria..."

Bai Yunsheng was silent for a while, then he grabbed a handful of butter popcorn from the popcorn bucket and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it, he said with a slightly complicated expression, "The little girl may indeed have a tendency to be violent. The scene was so bloody that I didn't dare to watch it. I suggest that you give her some spiritual therapy when you come back, so that she can calm down and appease her violent heart."

Ming Lai: “…”

He looked at Bai Yunsheng's bucket of popcorn, which was almost empty. He tried to hold back, but couldn't help but expose him: "You don't dare to look? Then how did your bucket of popcorn become empty?"

Bai Yunsheng: "Ah... maybe I was too engrossed in watching it and finished it without realizing it."

Minglai raised his hand to his forehead, took a deep breath, and didn't want to talk anymore.

The scene in Baijun's live broadcast room has basically been frozen in a relatively harmonious and peaceful picture, and it seems that it will not deviate anymore.

Minglai took a few deep breaths, adjusted his emotions, and turned to Doria.

The girl in the red-haired long dress smiled, and the black mist lingered between her fingers, silently cutting the pieces of meat in front of her. It was a pool of flesh and blood that could no longer be identified, mixed with black hair and thick white brain matter.

She smiled extremely happily, the excitement in her rosy eyes burning like a flame, and in her ears were endless reminders from the system.

[System prompt: Witch Doria used the skill "Devil Puppet Line" to kill the executor Cao * Biao. ]

[System prompt: Witch Doria uses the skill "Devil Puppet Line" to kill the executor Chen Xing. ]

[System prompt: Due to the death of a teammate, the multiplayer group task has been converted to a single-player task. Please pay attention to the task change information. ]

"Learn to speak human language earlier in your next life, you idiots." Doria opened her pink lips slightly, but the words that came out were so rough that it was totally inconsistent with her appearance.

She patted the ashes off her skirt, lit a fire, and turned away without any reluctance.

In the wasteland covered with white gentian, a girl wrapped in a grey robe and with a linen scarf covering her face, hunched her body carefully, her eyes dodging as she moved forward along an area overgrown with weeds.

The long, dry, yellow and anxious hair was scattered in a mess, covering most of the only eye exposed.

She was so cautious and fearful, as if there was some ferocious beast hiding behind her.

"Sister, I'm lost and can't find the way out. Can you take me out?"

A childish question suddenly came from behind the girl. She almost wanted to run away instantly, but she reacted slowly in the middle of a big stride. It seemed to be the voice of a little girl.

The girl covered her face with one hand and turned around quickly. When she saw the appearance of the little girl in front of her, her eyes widened in shock. Without thinking twice, she pressed her down with her other hand.

"Why did you come out dressed like this? This is so dangerous..."

Her voice was small and rapid, as if fear or some other emotion was swirling in her exposed eyes, and finally turned into tears rolling down.

"You are still so young... You must have sneaked out, right? I, I will take you away. We will go through the haystack. Don't stand up straight. If you are discovered, I can't save you."

The girl's voice was hoarse and suppressed, and her sobbing voice made it almost impossible for Doria to hear what she was saying.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at the girl's hand that was pressing on her, then nodded obediently with a well-behaved look on her face.

"Okay, sister, you can let go of my hand now. I will definitely listen to you and not stand up straight."

The girl let go of her hand half-believingly and held Doria's hand instead. She looked up at the sky and said, "I'll hold your hand. Let's walk faster, otherwise..."

She didn't say anything else. She held Doria tightly in her calloused hands and took her into the dense grass, moving forward with difficulty.

The rough weeds cut the exposed skin like a knife. The girl didn't suffer much because she was wrapped tightly, but Doria was in a miserable situation. There were several scratches on her fair face, leaving bloody marks, and the tender back of her hand was also scratched.

But she said nothing and just silently let the girl pull her forward.

It was not until they walked out of the wasteland and vaguely saw some people that the girl finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at Doria.

Doria no longer had the dignity and elegance she had seen before. There were several weeds stuck in her long red hair, and bloodstains appeared on her face from time to time, making her look as disheveled as a calico cat.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then began to apologize to her repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not..."

Doria interrupted her: "Why do you want to apologize, sister?"

"You brought me out, I should be thanking you, why do you need to apologize? If it weren't for you, I would still be stuck in there. People should be grateful and not take advantage of others."

Doria smiled sweetly at her, "Sister, you don't need to apologize. Here, I'll treat you to some candy."

The girl smiled bitterly and shook her head, but Doria stuffed the candy into her palm.

She looked at Doria, sighed very softly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"——If only the world weren't like this."

……

Welcome to the fairy tale world "Bloom or Wither".

If a rose blooms, it is destined to be ravaged and destroyed.

So, as the owner of the rose, would you choose to let it continue to bloom, even if its beauty only lasts for a moment?

Or let it wither away and retain its eternal beauty?

Although it sounds incredible, this is the law of this world.

If the only way to prevent the rose from being destroyed is to stop it from blooming, would you break its stem to prevent it from remaining at its most beautiful moment?

Bloom or wither.

A moment or eternity.

The ending of the withered rose is set, would your choice be different?

The open metaphorical fairy tale "Bloom or Wither" is waiting for your continuation. Your task in this scene is to protect your rose and watch it bloom or wither.