Cells At Work

Bloody Butterfly's eyes were red with the pain from her twin ponytails being pulled. At this very moment, she felt like a rabbit that had been grabbed by the ears by a hunter.

And the scariest thing was that this hunter still wanted to ruthlessly cut off her rabbit ears.

These twin ponytails were one of the magic weapons she was most proud of, but now she actually had to say goodbye to them.

Bloody Butterfly stared in despair at the Old Devil. At this moment, she felt that her entire life was gloomy. As a Red A-Class fugitive wanted by the state, what was she going to face next?

Crystal tears glistened in the corners of Bloody Butterfly's eyes, but she didn't make a sound because under the influence of the Old Devil's depletion magic ring, she didn't even have the strength to cry.

The only thing she could do now was wait to be slaughtered.

"Don't cry. My venerable self… is most afraid of seeing women cry."