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

After Baiying finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence.

Feiying's eyes moved back and forth between the dagger and the puppet, her fingers unconsciously stroking the hilt.

She could feel the cold touch of the metal, and the chill seemed to penetrate into her bones.

"No need to wait, I'll try it now."

When she blurted out these words, she was surprised even herself.

She heard her own voice so firm, as if this body no longer belonged to her.

There was not a trace of hesitation or trembling in that voice, and it was totally unlike her mood at the moment.

She gripped the cold dagger tightly and slowly stepped forward.

Every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife, heavy and painful.

It was as if the floor beneath her feet had turned into quicksand, trying to swallow her up.

She stood in front of the doll, looking at the face that looked exactly like Tao Yao, her heart beating wildly.

That face, those eyes, that familiar hairstyle, every detail perfectly replicated Tao Yao's appearance.

This made her feel dizzy, as if she was really standing in front of Tao Yao.

The blade was aimed at the chest.

She took a deep breath, turned her wrist, and stabbed the dagger.

The sound of the metal blade cutting through the cloth could be clearly heard.

Just as Baiying said, this dagger is extremely sharp.

She barely used any strength, but the blade was completely sunk in.

The cloth tore easily under the blade, as fragile as a piece of thin paper.

But soon, Feiying's movements froze.

She looked at her hand still grasping the hilt of the knife, and an indescribable fear surged in her heart.

Her fingers began to tremble uncontrollably and cold sweat oozed from her palms.

Did she really do something to Taoyao?

This thought was like a heavy hammer, hitting her heart hard.

She took a step back suddenly, her eyes full of disbelief.

Although this was just a dummy, she knew it was just an exercise to break the spiritual realm.

but……

Could she really do that to Tao Yao?

Even though it was just a doll, that face made her heart ache.

She looked down at her hands, the tremors growing more intense.

Her palms were full of cold sweat, making it almost impossible for her to hold the dagger.

Baiying took two steps forward and looked carefully at the wound on the doll.

Her eyes moved back and forth between the dagger and the wound, with a hint of professional rigor in her eyes.

Finally, she whispered:

"I told you to aim well. Look, you stabbed it off-center. This is not the right place for the heart. You won't be able to complete the mission if you keep going like this."

"Ah? This...isn't this right?"

Feiying's voice was full of confusion and a hint of panic.

She originally thought that she just needed to pierce the chest, but she didn't expect it to be so particular.

At most, Feiying had only fought and dealt with some disaster beasts.

She had never really killed anyone before, and even if she was just facing a fake person, she had no idea how to start.

All her experience came from street fights, and those rough methods were completely useless here.

Because she had no experience, she couldn't even find the most basic vital points.

To harm a person's life with such precision was completely unfamiliar territory to her.

She is used to head-on confrontation and to physical combat.

But now, what she had to do was to take a life calmly and precisely.

The feeling made her feel cold all over.

"Of course not."

Bai Ying's voice remained calm. "Although the effect is the same, Tao Yao will die sooner or later, but if it's not the heart, the process will take too long."

"You want her to leave happily, not to make her suffer."

"Try a few more times and find the right position."

"If you really can't find it, it might be easier to just cut the neck."

“The location of the carotid artery is easy to find, and the effect is faster.”

The tone in which she said this was as if she was teaching the most common skills, but it sent a chill down Feiying's spine.

The wounds on the doll silently reminded her that all this was real.

She was about to end Lingjing Taoyao's life in the same way.

Baiying looked at Feiying who was in a trance, and a meaningful look flashed in her eyes.

She stared quietly at Feiying's pale face and the dagger that was still trembling in her hand.

She seemed to want to say something, and after hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke:

"or……"

Before she could finish her words, Feiying suddenly raised her head.

There was an almost crazy persistence in her eyes, as if she had realized what Baiying wanted to say.

She interrupted immediately:

"No, I'll try a few more times!"

Her voice was almost a roar, as if she wanted to roar out all the hesitation.

There was an almost desperate persistence in the voice, as if he was trying to convince himself.

The sound echoed in the room, filling the entire space with a depressing atmosphere.

Baiying looked at her silently, with a hint of complexity in her eyes.

Then she slowly squatted down and picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground at some point.

The blade reflected a cold light under the light.

She stood up and handed the dagger back to Feiying.

The handle of the knife faces forward and the tip of the knife faces downward, which is a standard posture for handing a knife.

"Feiying, what you lack is not actually skills."

Baiying's voice was still calm, but it carried an unquestionable power.

Every word she spoke was like a sharp knife, piercing straight into Feiying's heart:

"After so many adventures and encounters with so many disaster beasts and fairies, your fighting skills have long since reached a decent level."

"You know better than anyone how to defeat the enemy and how to find the opponent's weaknesses."

"What you lack is only the determination to step out of delusion and face reality."

"You've been avoiding, hesitating, and making excuses for yourself."

Her eyes fell on the doll, and the wound that had just been stabbed was particularly eye-catching:

"Maybe you don't need a puppet to practice with after all."

"If you are really ready, just go find Taoyao."

"All that practice is superfluous, because the real problem is not technique."

At this point, her tone suddenly changed, as if she had thought of something:

"Just keep practicing. I'll go get you something to eat."

"After all, you haven't eaten since you ran away, right?"

She walked towards the kitchen, her footsteps particularly clear in the quiet room.

"Speaking of which, although this spiritual world created by the Eternal Fairy is fake, it is indeed not much different from reality."

"At least I can taste the food."

"In this regard, this spiritual realm has done a pretty good job."

As she spoke, she pushed open the kitchen door, opened the refrigerator and began to look for ingredients.

The sound of the refrigerator door opening, the sound of drawers being pulled open, and the sound of kitchen utensils colliding.

These ordinary sounds came through the crack in the door, carrying a strange breath of life.

Feiying watched her other personality busy in the kitchen, and an indescribable complex emotion surged in her heart.

Talk about it.

I am really a waste.

Another personality is always good at things that he is not good at...

This even includes cooking...

I thought so in my heart.

She looked down at the dagger in her hand, then at the puppet in front of her.

The face that looked exactly like Tao Yao's seemed to be staring at her silently, causing her heart to palpitate.

The knife that was stabbed by mistake just now is still there, like a silent mockery.

She didn't think about it anymore and forced herself to focus on the doll.

She must master the essentials as soon as possible and find the right position as soon as possible.

Time waits for no one, and she has no way out.

Every second of hesitation is a betrayal of yourself, and every minute of hesitation is an escape from reality.

But when she pointed the dagger at the puppet again, she couldn't stop trembling.

The knife in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making it difficult for her to move.

But she knew that she had to keep going, had to practice again and again until she could stab without hesitation.

"I'm sorry, Taoyao..."

"..."

……

At the other end of the eternal spiritual realm, in an elegantly decorated living room, warm lights give the entire space a gentle color.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a quiet night, and occasionally a few stars can be seen twinkling in the sky.

Tao Yao slowly stood up from the wheelchair and stretched.

She moved her hands and feet so flexibly that it was hard to tell that she was pretending to be paralyzed.

The pitiful look of someone in need of care had long disappeared, replaced by an indescribable calmness.

Xiaoxiao, the system elf floating nearby, looked at his master's actions and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He was pretending to be pitiful one second and was full of life the next. The transformation was so dramatic.

She even suspected that if Feiying saw this scene, she would faint from anger on the spot.

[Master, are you really planning to let Feiying kill you personally? ]

The small voice contained some worry, some helplessness, and some anticipation for a good show.

I'm afraid only her master could come up with such an absurd plot.

Taoyao walked to the kitchen and took out a box of milk from the refrigerator.

She poured herself a glass skillfully and responded while drinking.

She looked relaxed, as if she was not discussing the fact that she was about to be killed:

"What else? The space I am in now is a spiritual dream created specifically for Feiying based on her inner desires."

"Everything here exists to fulfill her wishes."

She turned and leaned against the kitchen counter, looking out the window.

The stars in the night sky are like diamonds, shining in the darkness:

"From her perspective, she can only get out of this abyss if she accepts the fact that everything here is fake. Only by destroying this false dream with her own hands can she return to the real world. This is the only way out."

[But Master, you are real...]

There was a hint of helplessness in the small voice.

She had no idea how many times she had had this kind of nitpicking conversation.

Every time this topic comes up, Taoyao always stubbornly sticks to his point of view.

"No, no, I'm fake."

Tao Yao shook her head, her tone extremely serious.

She tightened her grip on the glass of milk slightly, as if to hold on to this "fact" firmly:

"At least I was fake until Feiying knew I was real."

"This is my current position. No matter how you look at it, in Feiying's world, I am a false existence that needs to be destroyed."