Quick Wear: Driving Gods in a Dark Fairy Tale

Baijun and Doria, who were far away in the fairy tale world, simultaneously achieved the feat of making people angry thousands of miles away.

Accompanied by the endless scolding on the team's public screen...

Bai Jun, who entered "Sleeping Beauty" again, woke up in front of his own cross tombstone.

At that time, the priest was praying for him with a compassionate face and reading the Bible devoutly in front of his tombstone. In front of the priest, stood Princess Aurora with her hands folded, eyes closed and tears falling secretly.

As for why you know that is his tombstone?

Bai Jun fell into deep thought as he looked at the name of Fate Carranza engraved in a strange yet familiar font on the tombstone.

He "died", his death was inexplicable and everyone knew it.

At this moment, he was standing less than ten meters away from his tombstone, quietly watching the crowd coming to attend his funeral and the little princess who was about to faint from crying.

"Excuse me sir, can you please let me pass for a moment?"

A maid holding a bouquet of bright roses squeezed past from behind. She looked a little embarrassed at the crowd blocking the way in front of her and asked Bai Jun cautiously.

Bai Jun nodded and stepped aside, "Of course."

The maid said gratefully, "Thank you. Gentlemen with long black hair are indeed kind and polite. You are as respectable as Mr. Fate."

The white fungus just smiled and said nothing.

After entering the Queen's world, without using disguise, the appearance he presents to others is his true appearance.

So at this moment, even if he was standing behind Princess Aurora and she could see him by just turning her head, the little princess would not recognize who he was.

After all, apart from his hair color, he looked completely different from the disguised Fate Carranza.

Bai Jun watched silently for a while, lowered his head and raised his hand to his lips, then coughed in a low voice. The sharp pain at the apex of his heart surged up along his trachea, and a strong fishy and sweet taste rose in his throat.

Bai Jun closed his eyes and did not withdraw his hand until the smell of blood in his throat slowly dissipated.

A little blood leaked out through his fingers. He calmly took out a tissue from his pocket, wiped his fingers carefully, looked around, and then fixed his eyes on a camphor tree five meters away. Then he walked over slowly, hugged his arms, and leaned against the trunk with peace of mind, putting most of his weight on the tree to reduce the burden on his body.

Bai Jun lazily watched the wave after wave of people coming to mourn him and lay flowers across the crowd, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: He was probably the only one who was lucky enough to watch his own funeral.

Various bright and gorgeous bouquets of flowers nestle in front of the dark cross tombstone, forming a wonderful collision of colors.

Like the fusion of death and vitality, beautiful and strange.

Bai Jun turned his eyes away from the fresh bouquets of flowers and couldn't help laughing. When he turned his head, he unexpectedly bumped into an acquaintance.

What a coincidence, it was the "white wizard" who "came back from the dead".

Bai Jun stared at his pair of light silver pupils with interest, and naturally stretched out his right hand in the face of his gaze, which was neither puzzled nor helpless. "Hello, don't you welcome me back?"

White Wizard: "...How did you come back?"

Bai Jun raised his eyebrows, "Why should I tell you? I told you that you will regret sending me away."

He smiled, "So now you can tell me, do you regret it?"

The White Wizard looked at him quietly, his gaze moving from his pale face to his bloodless lips, and finally, stopping at Bai Jun's left chest.

After a moment, He sighed very lightly and said truthfully: "Congratulations, I do regret it."