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

The screen gradually brightened, and in the hazy light, two figures appeared vaguely.

As the vision gradually became clearer, the audience saw the familiar Feiying and Taoyao.

There was a determined light in Feiying's eyes, while Taoyao had a calm expression.

Feiying was the first to break the silence, her voice trembling slightly:

"Taoyao, I will never let you go! Never!"

As she said that, she rushed towards Tao Yao.

Taoyao slightly turned sideways and easily avoided Feiying's attack.

Her movements were graceful and smooth, as if she were performing a silent dance.

Feiying staggered a few steps, but quickly regained her footing.

"Why? Why can't you just look at yourself now? And then decide whether or not you want to protect others?"

There seemed to be a hint of anger in Taoyao's tone.

"Why can't you take good care of yourself?!"

Feiying gritted her teeth and rushed towards Taoyao again.

This time, her attack was more fierce, but still couldn't touch Tao Yao at all.

Taoyao pushed gently and Feiying was bounced away.

The scene suddenly changed, and Feiying was standing in a sea of ​​red flowers.

A blazing flame ignited on her body; that was the power of the Fire Fairy.

Her eyes became more determined, as if to burn away all obstacles.

"See, even so, you are no match for me."

Taoyao's voice remained calm.

But there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Feiying roared, and the flames suddenly surged.

She rushed towards Tao Yao like a flaming meteor.

However, just as it was about to touch Taoyao, the flame suddenly went out.

Feiying fell heavily to the ground, while Taoyao still stood there, motionless.

The scenes kept changing, Feiying tried again and again, but failed every time.

Her attacks went from gentle at first to violent later.

But the result has not changed.

Every failure was followed by Taoyao's ruthless and heavy blow.

Just looking at that picture is enough to make people feel heartbroken.

For the last time, Feiying fell to her knees exhausted.

She looked up at Tao Yao, her eyes filled with reluctance and confusion.

She is no match for Taoyao.

He gradually fell into a coma.

At this moment, Tao Yao's voice slowly sounded, as if floating from afar.

"Feiying, my civilization, my homeland, and my last thoughts were all left behind in those demonic disasters one after another..."

Taoyao's voice was full of vicissitudes and sadness:

"The supreme demon tramples on the lights of civilization."

"Faced with the immortal goblins, humans at that time no longer had any hope."

"But even so, I am still willing to protect the world you want to protect."

"Until that time, fate takes you away from me."

"My world has been dark ever since."

Tao Yao continued, "It was not until that moment that I understood and realized that you might be more important than I thought."

The scene changed again, this time it was the scene of Feiying being born in the flame flower.

Tao Yao's voice continued to sound:

"That's why, when I saw you being born in the Flame Flower again, I had already made up my mind."

There was a hint of surprise in Feiying's eyes, and she seemed to understand something.

Taoyao's voice became more determined:

"Everyone says that fairies will destroy everything, including themselves, because fairies are born with sin. And if saving fairies is a sin, and if there is a price to pay for changing the fate of fairies that is destined to wither, then let me bear this price."

"And you, as a fairy of the new era, will move towards a better tomorrow."

The picture slowly faded out, and finally stopped at the scene where Taoyao and Feiying were standing opposite each other.

Then, the picture changed again.

In the depressing ruins, Tao Yao was seen treating Feiying who was seriously injured by him.

Then, it reached the peak with the rhythm.

She was ready to leave with Forget-Me-Not and the unconscious Shiloh.

Feiying instinctively grabbed her hand.

Tao Yao was silent for a moment, as if hesitating.

Finally, she broke free and insisted on leaving.

The entire short film shows the deep bond between Taoyao and Feiying in a unique way.

From the initial gentle confrontation, to the subsequent fierce conflict, and then to the final affectionate confession, the whole process is both touching and shocking.

As the short film ended, the live broadcast room fell silent again.

The audience seemed to be still immersed in the affectionate and shocking scene just now, unable to extricate themselves.

Even the barrage that always likes to mock,

At this moment, he also became quiet, as if digesting this sudden emotional impact.

As the short film ended, the live broadcast room fell silent again.

The audience was still immersed in the affectionate and shocking scene just now, unable to extricate themselves.

Even the comments that had always loved to mock became quiet at this moment, as if they were digesting this sudden emotional impact.

However, this brief tranquility was soon broken.

The voice of anchor Sakura Fubuki suddenly rang out, breaking the silence in the live broadcast room.

Her voice was filled with complex emotions, including anger, grievance, and a hint of imperceptible pain.

"Taoyao? What do you mean? Taoyao?"

Ying Fubuki's voice began to become sharp, "Why did you hit me Feiying for no reason?"

Her tone was full of confusion and anger, as if she was questioning a friend who had betrayed her.

Ying Fubuki continued, "Why did you come back? Why did you hit me? You just ran away after you hit me. You just ran away after you bullied me..."

Ying Fubuki's emotions became more and more agitated, and her voice became louder and louder. She seemed to think of the many times she had been teased by Tao Yao, which made her emotions even more intense.

"You'd better leave and never come back to me!"

She almost yelled.

As Sakura Fubuki's emotions exploded, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room became tense. The comments began to scroll quickly, and the audience was frightened by the host's sudden change of mood.

However, at this moment, Sakura Fubuki's voice suddenly became choked with sobs. Her tone changed from anger to grievance, like a child who was bullied.

"why treat me like this?"

Her voice trembled. “What did I do wrong?”

Sakura Fubuki's eyes turned red and tears welled up in them.

This feeling of grievance seemed like an emotion that had been suppressed for a long time, and was completely released at this moment.

Her voice began to become intermittent, as if she was trying hard not to cry.

The commentators immediately noticed the change in the host and began to swipe the screen frantically:

"Is the snow dog crying?"

"Fuck, it looks like she really cried."

"Don't cry, host. We are here with you!"

"What's going on? What happened?"

When Sakura Fubuki saw these comments, she became even more agitated.

She rubbed her eyes vigorously, trying to hide her emotions, but her voice had clearly changed tone.

"I'm crying, your mother is crying!" she shouted loudly, her voice full of anger and grievance, "Who the hell is crying? I'm not crying!"

However, her voice had obviously changed its tone, with a strong nasal tone, and she was obviously trying hard to hold back tears. This reaction further aroused the enthusiasm of the barrage:

"No... Why is Snow Dog in such a hurry?"

"Just cry if you want to. No one will say anything to you."

"Hahaha, is there ever going to be a day when a snow dog will cry?"

"Don't get excited, host. We all understand."

The barrage in Sakura Fubuki's live broadcast room always likes to go against Sakura Fubuki.

No matter what Sakura Fubuki's mood was, they always liked to make fun of her.

Normally, Sakura Fubuki can still keep her composure.

But when she saw these comments again, she felt even more uncomfortable.

"I didn't cry. This crappy game is just a joke. It's not worth my tears."

Sakura Fubuki tried her best to speak, but her voice had begun to tremble.

Accompanied by the background music of the short film, Sakura Fubuki seemed to be thinking about her live broadcast career along the way and the grievances she had suffered.

She couldn't bear it any longer and suddenly slammed the keyboard hard.

"Besides, what's so fun about this crappy game?"

Her voice was filled with anger and disappointment. "They keep on doing this kind of childish plot all day long. What fairies, what guardians, they're all lies!"

Sakura Fubuki's emotions completely collapsed, and her voice was filled with pain and despair.

"I've had enough! It's always like this, I get played around with. I don't want to do this anymore!"

She took a deep breath, her voice filled with determination: "Is it okay if I don't broadcast it?! This kind of game is not worth wasting my time at all!"

The barrage exploded again:

"Calm down, anchor!"

"No, we still want to watch your live broadcast!"

"Don't be angry, Snow Dog. We all support you! Cry as hard as you can. If anyone stops you from crying, I'll scold her!"

But Sakura Fubuki seemed no longer willing to listen to any persuasion.

The screen in the live broadcast room suddenly turned black, leaving only a line of prompt saying "The host has gone offline."

Sakura Fubuki ended the live broadcast on the spot, leaving a group of stunned audiences.

There was an uproar in the live broadcast room, and the comments scrolled wildly:

"Fuck, the snow dog really ran away?"

"what happened?"

"Haha! That's great! Sakura Fubuki crying and making a fuss is really making me laugh to death!"

"What's going on with this game? Why did it make the anchor so angry?"

However, no matter how the barrage called out, Sakura Fubuki did not appear again.

There was only silence and the constantly scrolling barrage of comments in the live broadcast room.

This sudden outburst of emotion caught everyone off guard.

No one expected that Sakura Fubuki, who has always been strong, would have such a fragile side.

Although, Sakura Fubuki's defense breaking might be more of a bet with the barrage.

Then lost.

And there are some reasons why I am constantly under pressure from the barrage of comments.

But Sakura Fubuki's defense had indeed been broken.

This animation was more like a fuse, detonating the emotions that Sakura Fubuki had been pent up for a long time.

After Sakura Fubuki turned off the live broadcast, the room suddenly fell into silence.

She sat in front of the computer, covering her face with her hands, her body trembling slightly.

Suddenly, a low sob broke the silence, followed by uncontrollable crying.

Tears flowed out from between her fingers and slid down the back of her hand.

Sakura Fubuki could no longer control her emotions, and the grievances and pressure that had accumulated over the years burst out like a flood that broke through a dam.

Her crying became louder and louder, as if she wanted to cry out all the pain in her heart.