Over in the heavens, a poetic and picturesque drama was being performed enthusiastically. Their attention was completely attracted by it, and naturally they had no time to spare to entangle with Song Jiao.
The original schedule for attacking the Demon Realm became blurred and delayed again and again, like a sand painting blown by the wind.
The other angels were like dancers kept in the dark, completely unaware of all the changes.
The only thing they were sure of was that Elsie seemed to have undergone a shocking transformation and turned into a shemale. Her image was exactly like that of the previous queen, with a similarity of 90%.
Now, anyone who tries to approach Elsie will be blocked by Allen.
So they know nothing about the situation in the demon world.
In the demon world, Song Jiao was quietly admiring the angel puppet in Li Yisi's hand.
However, those wings that were once as white as snow were now stained with a deep black color, as if eroded by the haze of the night, which made Liis look distressed.
Li Yisi was wearing a red Lolita dress. She tilted her head slightly and leaned on Song Jiao's knees, with a glint of loss in her eyes. "Sister, look, the angel's wings have turned black again."
She murmured, as if expressing an irreparable regret, "I really want to see them as pure and spotless as they were in life. That's the angel in my heart."
The angels' purity was eroded by the demonic energy, and their wings became as dark as the puppets of the demon world.
This was undoubtedly a deep blow to Liis.
Song Jiao gently raised her hand and gently stroked Li Yisi's cheek. Her voice was as soft as a spring breeze. "When eroded by demonic energy, angels' wings will naturally turn black. Only in the human world and heaven can they maintain their original purity. But if you really like pure angels that much, perhaps we can think of other ways."
However, Liis shook her head firmly: "No, I don't want to go to the human world. Although the people there look decent on the outside, they are full of deception and malice in their hearts. I don't want to deal with such people anymore." Her voice revealed a deep boredom and disappointment, as if all the beauty of the human world had been covered up by the ugly human nature.
Li Yisi will never forget that when she went to the human world, she was deceived by many people and sold to a village by human traffickers.
If she hadn't seen a child having medicine forced into his mouth, she wouldn't have realized she was in danger.
She clearly killed the person who deserved to be killed, but those damn angels in heaven still wanted to hunt her down!
Song Jiao was slightly stunned. She seemed to feel a deep pain and helplessness from Li Yis' words.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and she remembered a kind of puppetry in the black magic - the kind of magic that can keep the puppet exactly the same as it was in life.
"Come, I'll teach you a magic trick." She said softly, with a mysterious glint in her eyes. "Perhaps we can use this magic to make those angels' wings pure white again."
As Song Jiao finished speaking, a mysterious force began to flow in the air.
Liis's eyes lit up, and she seemed to see the light of hope flickering in the darkness.
Song Jiao smiled and began to guide Li Yisi step by step into the mysterious and wonderful magical world.
After a while, under the blessing of the necromancy, the angel's wings began to become pure again. Li Yisi immediately clapped her hands and cheered, "Sister, you are so good to me!"
Song Jiao nodded, and the days glided along on a calm and monotonous track, like a windless lake, with even the ripples seeming so rare.
Until two months later, Elsie seemed to have become so immersed in this boring and painful life that he seemed to have resigned himself to his fate.
He was now unable to escape from Allen's captivity, and every attempt would only result in more brutal torture.
Instead of going out and facing those eyes full of contempt and ridicule, this kind of life seems to have become a helpless refuge.
However, in this dim prison, a shadow quietly emerged, and Song Jiao's figure appeared in front of Elsie like a ghost.
Elsie's eyes instantly turned into horror and anger, his body shaking uncontrollably as if he had seen the worst nightmare.
"What? You've accepted your fate so easily?" Song Jiao's voice was cold and contemptuous, like a sharp knife cutting through the tranquility of the air.
Elsie clenched his teeth, anger and humiliation intertwined in his heart, "You...I will kill you!" His voice was hoarse and low, like a roar coming from the depths of hell.
Song Jiao just glanced at him with disdain, her eyes full of disdain and ridicule, "Kill me? With you like this now? You think you can kill me? You are really not as good as your mother. At least your mother resisted when faced with such imprisonment. You, on the other hand, simply chose to escape!"
A flash of anger and confusion flashed in Allen's eyes, and he subconsciously retorted: "No, you're talking nonsense! My father loves my mother very much!"
Although he has suffered a lot these days, his father's love for his mother is the last comfort in his heart.
However, Song Jiao just smiled coldly. She floated in the air, with a mocking gleam in her eyes, "Do you think this is love? Such a twisted and deformed feeling, and you actually call it love?" Her laughter was sharp and harsh, as if she was mocking Elsie's stupidity and naivety.
She raised her head and laughed so hard that tears almost came out. "Why do you think true love is like this?" Her voice was full of confusion and sadness.
Without waiting for Elsie to answer, Song Jiao waved her hand, the air around them suddenly twisted, a flash of light passed by, and the two of them were already in an illusion.
"See clearly how your father loves her." Song Jiao's voice echoed in the illusion.
Elsie opened his eyes wide, he saw the mother he missed day and night, but he also saw that his once kind father had become so terrible.
He punched his mother, kicked her, and even tortured her with various cruel instruments.
Every beating and torture was accompanied by his twisted laughter and roars: "Say you love me! Say you love only me!"
Elsie's heart ached as if it were being torn apart. He couldn't believe his eyes. Was this really his once beloved father? Was this really the love he once envied? No! This wasn't love! This was twisted possession and control! This was the cruelest harm to his mother!
"No, I don't want to see this! I don't want to."
Song Jiao disagreed, "How can you not watch it? Take a good look at how your mother died."
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