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

Hualei looked at the changes of the twin flowers in front of her in surprise.

I saw that the originally dull black petals now emit a deep purple-black light.

The light was like midnight stars, creating an otherworldly atmosphere in the room.

She subconsciously took a half step back, but her eyes were still fixed on the flowerpot.

"Sister Love...what's going on?"

Hualei's voice was trembling a little:

"Is there something wrong with this flower? Why is it glowing?"

Her fingers were clenched together, her expression somewhere between surprise and worry.

The flower had been under her care for some time, but had never shown such an abnormal state.

Just as Tao Yao was about to explain, a cold voice suddenly came from the corner of the room.

Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound.

It is the friendship of people who have always remained silent.

She stood in the shadows all the time, like an exquisite decoration, making people almost forget her existence.

"She's about to wake up."

Yi's voice was calm and almost indifferent, but it carried an unquestionable certainty.

These four short words were like a stone thrown into the calm lake in the room, causing ripples.

Everyone present immediately understood the meaning of her words.

This is a sign that a fairy is about to revive.

Hualei and Jasmine exchanged shocked looks, then turned to the twin flowers at the same time.

The light of the black part became stronger and stronger, while the light of the white part became dimmer and dimmer, as if dedicating all of its vitality to its other half.

As the light grew stronger, the black petals began to slowly close, like a protective cocoon.

The purple petals overlapped each other to form an oval enclosed space, as if protecting some mysterious transformation taking place inside.

At the same time, a strange demonic power began to permeate the air in the room.

The power coming from the fairy's origin is gradually becoming clear and palpable, like countless tiny electric currents jumping in the air.

As someone who has done extensive research on fairies, Jasmine immediately sensed the nature of this energy.

This is the demonic power of death, cold and deep, but not evil or scary. Instead, it contains a kind of peace and tranquility after the end of life.

The clocks in the room seemed to sense this force as well; their ticking became slow and heavy, as if time itself was affected.

The night outside the window seemed to grow darker, even the starlight became dim, and all focus was on the closing black flower.

After a few seconds, the energy fluctuations gradually subsided, the black flower cocoon completely closed, and the room returned to calm. Only the flower still emitted a faint purple light, proving that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

Hualei looked at the scene in confusion, first surprised, then disappointed.

"Wait, what's going on?"

She frowned slightly, her eyes full of doubts:

"Didn't they say they were going to wake up? Why did the petals suddenly close again? This doesn't make sense. Did the resuscitation fail?"

Hualei's question seemed to touch something.

As soon as she finished speaking, the already closed black flower cocoon suddenly trembled violently.

An even more powerful black aura surged out from the flower cocoon and filled the air like smoke.

This breath is not that of decayed death, but a purer force of the end, carrying a solemn and mysterious temperament.

Under the surprised gazes of everyone, the black flower cocoon began to expand rapidly, quickly expanding from the size of a flower pot to the height of a person.

The petals became tougher and thicker, and the purple lines on the black surface beat like blood vessels, emitting bright light.

The whole process lasted about ten seconds. When the flower cocoon stopped growing, it had occupied most of the space in the center of the room, like a small black pagoda.

Tao Yao calmly took a few steps back to make room for what was about to happen.

Hualei and Jasmine were so surprised that they were speechless and could only stare at the scene in amazement.

"Wow……"

Jasmine exclaimed softly, her eyes sparkling with the excitement that is unique to researchers facing unknown phenomena.

At this moment, the top of the huge black cocoon began to slowly bloom.

The outermost petals open out first, followed by the second, the third, and so on.

One layer after another.

As each petal unfolded, it released a faint purple light, illuminating the entire room.

When the innermost petals also spread outward, everyone could finally see the center of the cocoon.

It was a girl who looked very young. She was curled up there, looking calm and peaceful.

She has waist-length jet-black hair that is as soft as silk and has a faint blue luster under the purple light.

Her skin was so white that it was almost transparent, like the finest white jade, without a single flaw.

She had a petite and slender figure, and was wearing a simple black dress that was simple yet elegant in style.

The most striking thing was that there were tear marks at the corners of the girl's eyes, like two silver streams, leaving clear marks on her cheeks.

These tears were not ordinary liquids, but crystals with a faint glow, as if fragments of stars were falling on her face.

The aura of death emanating from her became clearer, but it did not make people feel frightened. Instead, it carried an inexplicable intimacy and warmth.

This is completely different from the traditional concept of death. It is more like an inevitable ending before a new life, a farewell that must be faced in order to welcome the future.

Hualei took a step forward involuntarily, her eyes full of curiosity and concern.

She had never seen such a beautiful and mysterious existence, a beauty that was far beyond the scope of human beings and carried a transcendent temperament.

"Is this... the Fairy of Death?"

Hualei asked softly, with a hint of surprise in her voice.

At this moment, the girl curled up in the center of the flower moved slightly.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like black butterfly wings, and then she slowly raised her slender arms, as if trying to grab something.

"noob……"

Her lips moved slightly and an almost inaudible murmur came out.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, the Fairy of Death finally opened his eyes.

Those were a very special pair of eyes.

The pupils of the eyes are dark purple, like the color of the night sky.

The whites of the eyes are slightly black, as if they were stained with ink.

These eyes are mysterious and sad, as if carrying endless memories and thoughts.

The eyes of the Death Fairy appeared even deeper under the purple light, as if they could see directly into people's hearts.

Her eyes slowly swept over everyone in the room, finally landing on Hua Lei. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

Tao Yao, who was pretending to be a doll, saw this and a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes.

As a high-level fairy, she immediately sensed the specialness of the new fairy in front of her.

Although that aura belonged to the realm of death, it carried a pure and flawless power, like a piece of unpolished jade that had just been unearthed, revealing its extraordinary qualities even without being carved.

Tao Yao thought for a moment, then walked forward slowly.

Each of her steps was graceful and calm, and the hem of her skirt swayed gently with her steps, drawing a graceful arc on the ground.

When she came to the giant black flower, she bowed slightly and made a proper courtesy gesture.

"Welcome to your awakening, great fairy from the past who only has the power of death."

Taoyao's voice was gentle and solemn, as if she was performing some sacred ceremony:

"I am the temporary agent of this tower. It is an honor to witness your revival."

When the Death Fairy lying in the huge black petals heard this, her originally confused eyes gradually became clear.

She sat up slowly, her movements incredibly light, like a feather falling on flower petals, making almost no sound.

The Fairy of Death carefully looked at the being who called herself "Love" in front of her, her eyes scanning from her delicate face to her elegant standing posture.

Then, the Death Fairy's expression suddenly turned grim, with a disdainful sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"You smell very similar to the one I remember, both are disgusting."

Her voice was unexpectedly clear and pleasant, yet chilling:

"That kind of hypocrisy is disgusting, as disgusting as a rotten flower."

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly.

Both Hualei and Jasmine looked at the Fairy of Death in surprise. They didn't expect that her first words after waking up would be such a harsh comment.

However, the offended puppet showed no anger or displeasure.

She still had a faint smile on her face, and there was even a hint of understanding and tolerance in her eyes.

"is it?"

The puppet responded calmly, with a hint of teasing in its voice, "Before, there was also a fairy who thought that this body was very similar to her old friend. She now lives in this tower. If you two know each other, you should have a lot of common topics."

There was no trace of anger in Taoyao's tone after being offended. Instead, it sounded casual, as if he was chatting with an old friend.

She tilted her head slightly and continued:

"But I must say, your forthrightness is refreshing."

"Most newly revived goblins would choose a more...polite way to greet people."

When the Death Fairy heard this, the disgust in his eyes became even more obvious.

She slowly stood up, jumped out of the black petals, and landed lightly on the floor.

Her movements were graceful yet oppressive, like a black panther ready to pounce.

“The hypocritical attitude is really annoying.”

The Fairy of Death said coldly, her voice full of impatience:

"I don't want to waste my time talking to you. Since you look so much like her, I don't want to confirm your relationship."

Her eyes suddenly lit up with a dangerous purple light, and her voice became sharp:

"Anyway, just go and die."

The voice just fell.

A surge of demonic power burst out from the Death Fairy, sweeping across the entire room like a hurricane.

The books on the bookshelf were blown around, the curtains shook violently, and even the air became heavy.

This power is pure and overbearing, and its murderous intent is not concealed at all.

Under the horrified gazes of Hualei and Jasmine, the Death Fairy's right hand suddenly deformed, with its five fingers extending and its fingertips becoming as sharp as knives.

She pounced on the puppet at lightning speed, her sharp claws pointing directly at the other's throat, as if she wanted to strangle the puppet's head.

"Sister, be careful!"

Bud exclaimed, her voice filled with anxiety and fear.

However, her warning came too late.

The Death Fairy's attack speed is incredibly fast, and ordinary people cannot react at all.

But just before the sharp claws were about to touch the doll, a black shadow suddenly appeared between the two.

The appearance of the human puppet Yi was as fast as teleportation, and she had stood in front of Qing without knowing when.

Yi's movements were precise and efficient. At the moment when the Death Fairy's claws were about to touch Qing, he grabbed the other's wrist.