Despair that seems familiar, struggle that is useless, moves the fingers of the illusory hope.

I don’t know how long it took, but a sound suddenly came from the top of my head.

"There is actually a living person underground..."

A young and frivolous voice came,

"It's such a bad guy who died in a ghost place. Maybe it's your compatriot, Brother Scorpion..."

“Didala…”

A hoarse and erratic and impatient voice responded,

"I'm no longer a samana, there are no compatriots in this world! If you make a mistake again, I'll cut off your ears, and it's useless anyway..."

"I really don't have sympathy!"

Deidala showed such an expression along the way.

"Since I don't care, then forget it. I'm also going to prove to Brother Scorpion that explosion is art and the ultimate beauty..."

"Art is eternal beauty, Deidala, this does not need to be proved..."

The Red Sand Scorpion suddenly frowned, and Fei Liuhu's tail pierced into the sea of ​​quicksands, pulling a dying person up.

"Didn't you say you don't care?"

Deidala looked at the actions of the Red Sand Scorpion strangely,

"It's indeed Saninaka, Brother Scorpion, are you going to save him?"

"Shut up……"

The Red Sand Scorpion, who was observing something, had no time to pay attention to her companions around her and scolded impatiently.

"Wow, it's so rude..."

Although he was not afraid, he still didn't want to make the Red Sand Scorpion angry, Deidala closed her mouth tactfully.

"What a strong spiritual power... What a pity!"

Being born with a strong spirit that the body cannot bear, and having to seal yourself to protect your talents, whether it is practicing illusion or puppet master, is a good choice.

If it weren't for the dying time, the mental power of extreme self-rescue overflowed so that it would not fall into a coma and gain some time, it might have died long ago. It was this huge mental fluctuation that attracted the attention of the Red Sand Scorpion.

Judging from his appearance, he is about the same age as Deidala, but his strength is only a slut, and he will soon die in such a place for no reason.

"Life is really fragile!"

The genius puppet master who lost interest threw the person into the quicksand at will, and half of his body was flooded in a few seconds.

"Why did you throw it in again after clearly rescued him? Brother Scorpion is so mean, giving people hope, and then he extinguished him with his own hands..."

Originally, they were just passing by and collecting information by the two people who accidentally met a dying passerby. With the strength of Deidala and the Scorpion of Red Sand at the top of the ninja world, whether it was saving or killing people, it was only in one thought.

However, his life as an ant still did not give up. His body was constantly struggling, trying to get out of the cage that had been sinking. He was already half unconscious but did not realize that the more he struggled, the faster he sank. In a blink of an eye, quicksand passed through his chest.

"What a strong desire to survive..."

The frivolous boy turned his head and looked at the unlucky guy who was about to be swallowed up again,

"Seeing his embarrassment, I kindly help him and let him experience the art of explosion before he dies..."

The boy said that, he put his hand into the ninja bag and made a move to take action.

"Didala, do you mean to sing the opposite tune with me? Deidala, I don't mind letting you see the eternal beauty..."

"Forget it, I'm not interested in becoming a cold puppet."

Deidala crossed her hands and made a rejection statement.

"However, Brother Scorpion, our arguments have erupted many times and have never been successful. Should we listen to the poor man over there, maybe he can agree with my philosophy?"

"How can a mediocre person understand art and beauty?"

"Don't say that..."

Deidala smiled and walked over, reached out and pulled the dying man out again, and fell on the ground with the Red Sand Scorpion.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

The boy who was not moving was raised, Deidala bent down and looked at the survivor who was shaking his eyelids and slowly opened them.

"I have a question to ask you. If the answer satisfies me, I will give you a pleasure and let you die without pain. What do you think of this deal?"

The boy with his mouth squirming seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

"What are you talking about? Speak louder..."

Deidala, who was somewhat impatient, said dissatisfiedly.

"He is saying: I don't want to die yet, save me!"

The red sand scorpion slowly walked up and looked down at the dark-faced boy.

"If you have time, learn to lip verbs, don't expose your shallowness, Deidala..."

"What's the use of learning that kind of thing?"

Deidala snorted coldly,

"Only the art of explosion requires careful study..."

The Red Sand Scorpion, who knew the mystery of the human body, tied the hands of the boy lying on the ground with Fei Liuhu's tail, then pulled it up, stretched out his palm, and slapped his chest and neck a few times.

"You should be able to hear us?"

"Um……"

The vague answer made the Red Sand Scorpion nod in satisfaction,

"Art is eternal beauty, art is explosion, which one do you think is correct?"

"Brother Scorpion, it's really a direct question, but can he understand?"

The boy whose eyes opened a slit slightly, stared at the hideous Fei Liuhu, then looked at Deidala, who was full of fierce faces, and after thinking for a while, he answered weakly.

"Art... is just a clumsy imitation of reality..."

"Ha ha……"

After hearing the answer, Deidala couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Brother Scorpion, we have been arguing for so long, but we were actually despised by a fool..."

"If you laugh, I will never laugh..."

The voice of the Red Sand Scorpion became a little colder again, and the terrifying Fei Liuhu stared at the boy who had an unsatisfactory answer.

"You mean, we're all wrong, are you the only one right?"

"I... don't know! Art is beautiful... but I can't understand your art. Maybe... it's just that... Whether it's eternity... or explosion... I don't think it's so beautiful..."

"Diet to the point of death, I really dare to say that I will teach him a lesson..."

Deidala, who was denied her artistic concept, was a little angry and was about to teach her a lesson.

"Okay, Deidala!"

The red sand scorpion who threw the figure on the ground indifferently said,

"When a person is about to die, his words are good. In a daze, he is telling the truth..."

"Then... Brother Scorpion, do you agree with him?"

"No! But I want to see what his art looks like! Young man, do you think art is beautiful, so what is beauty?"

"This world...I like it very much...and the people inside... life is beautiful..."

"I ask you what beauty is, it's not what you think is beautiful... Forget it..."
Chapter completed!