In a grassy valley, two young girls are chasing butterflies in the forest—
"Alan, hurry up! There is a beautiful butterfly here!"
"Ah! Aman! You caught it, you are amazing!"
A black swallowtail butterfly was carefully circled by the girl in the center of both hands. The beautiful butterfly flapped its wings and looked like it would fly out of the girl's palm at any time, but at this moment it seemed to be attracted by something. Lingering in the palm of the white hand, no matter what, he refused to fly away.
"Aman!"
The young Ye Lan ran to Aman's side excitedly: "It's so beautiful! Aman, it seems to like you very much!"
"right."
Aman blinked, and then spread out her palms: "Papilio, Papilio, although I like you too, but...you and I are in two worlds, you have to go back to your own world."
The girl's tender and sweet voice sounded slowly, and the black swallowtail seemed to understand her words, yes, after dancing in the girl's palm, it flapped its wings and flew up again.
"call"
At this moment, a strange cold wind blew by, and a red figure suddenly appeared beside the two girls—
"mother!"
"Master!"
When Aman and Ye Lan saw the woman in red wearing a half mask, they immediately called out respectfully.
The woman in red raised her eyebrows slightly, and when she raised her hand, the swallowtail that just flew away appeared in her palm. At this moment, there seemed to be an invisible net in the palm of her hand, which caught the swallowtail's body, making it no matter what I can't struggle no matter what.
"Aman, in this world, the more beautiful things are, the more fragile they are. Why don't you understand?"
…
"mother!"
Hu Yandian woke up from his sleep, the night outside the window had not completely faded, and before the dawn, it was the darkest time of the day.
Hu Yandian subconsciously raised his hand to touch the butterfly mask next to his pillow—
The more beautiful the more fragile.
The more you like, the more impermanent you are.
The butterfly mask in her hand was very much like the black swallowtail butterfly she met when she was a child, until now Hu Yandian still clearly remembered the scene of the black swallowtail butterfly struggling in vain to die.
The more you struggle, the more painful you will be.
Swallowtail died.
Just like Aman died back then.
Hu Yandian lowered her eyes, and slowly raised her hand to put the butterfly mask on her face. This mask was not used to cover her face, and she didn't need anything to enhance her evil spirit and sense of mystery.
She just wanted to remind herself all the time—
Aman is dead.
There is no such person as Aman in this world.
so…
Feng Yanwang, even if you go back to the Central Plains, you will never find that little girl from back then.
The wound on her shoulder was still aching, Hu Yandian forced herself to look down, she shouldn't have been injured yesterday, but when she was in a trance against Zhan Feng Yanwang, she was hit by his sword energy.
Hu Yandian looked at his hands coldly, these hands were murderous hands, these hands were sinful hands stained with blood—
Brother Feng, I will never see you again...
**
Above the mountain peak, the morning fog is thick.
Xia Beibei was dressed in red, standing on the top of the mountain facing the wind.
Looking around, one can still vaguely see the two parties still fighting at the bottom of the mountain, the blood-red ones are the disciples of the Blood Clothes Sect, and the people wearing various sect costumes are naturally members of the Wulin League.
"Oh, it was quite a lively fight."
A lazy male voice suddenly sounded from behind Xia Beibei, Xia Beibei's eyes froze, and the moment he turned around, countless ghost lights roared towards the direction of the sound.
"Tsk tsk tsk, sure enough, the hornet's tail is the most poisonous to a woman's heart."
Feng Jiutian, dressed in black, dodged Xia Beibei's hidden weapon, squinted his eyes, and looked at her with a mocking face.
"Lord Phoenix?"
Seeing that the person behind her was Feng Jiutian, Xia Beibei breathed a sigh of relief: "If I knew it was you, Feng Jiu, how could I use a hidden weapon against you?"
Whatever you say, you have to chop him with a kitchen knife, ahem.
"Um?"
Feng Jiutian raised his eyebrows, and looked at Xia Beibei indifferently: "As a saintess of the blood-clothed sect, it seems that you haven't played in battle, why, are your injuries still not healed?"
As he said that, Feng Jiutian couldn't help but looked Xia Beibei up and down.
"Thank you for your concern. In fact, it's almost better."
Xia Beibei replied casually, then turned to look at the battlefield down the mountain: "If I'm not mistaken, Master Feng, you are here to find that person, right?"
That person is naturally Chu Ran.
Although I don't know who Chu Ran is, his existence has been destroying the plot of this world.
Yesterday, Xia Beibei suspected that the person spreading rumors in the martial arts world was Chu Ran. Now that he saw Feng Jiutian, Xia Beibei was almost certain that that person must be Chu Ran, and he was hiding in the martial arts league. Naturally, Feng Jiutian came here for Chu Ran.
Chu Ran...
Hearing Xia Beibei mention Chu Ran, Feng Jiutian's expression became serious, but it was only for a moment.
In an instant, Feng Jiutian regained his lazy look.
In this world, no one could tell that he was not the real Feng Jiutian.
He almost perfectly interpreted everything about Feng Jiutian, vicious tongue, vengeance, laziness, and foolishness.
Even the people in Tianxiang Building have never known that their landlord has been replaced by a core...
As an excellent law enforcement officer, you must perfectly control and perform various roles.
Yan Yicheng looked at Xia Beibei on the top of the mountain, with a faint smile in his eyes—
Qing Nagi said that she likes Xia Beibei, but Yan Yicheng didn't believe her words.
He didn't appear beside Xia Beibei on purpose, and he didn't need to prove to anyone that he didn't like her.
He appeared here because he wanted to bring Chu Ran back, that's all...
"Do you know Feng Yan Wang?"
A gust of morning wind blew past, blowing Xia Beibei's black hair, his red clothes fluttering, and his ink hair flying.
She suddenly turned around and looked at Feng Jiutian with cold eyes: "Master Feng, your Tianxiang Tower claims to be omniscient and omnipotent, so do you know why Feng Yanwang came to the Central Plains?"
"Feng Yanhuang?"
Hearing Xia Beibei mention this name, Feng Jiutian raised his eyebrows with interest: "Of course I know what he is for, why, Ye Lan, are you interested in him?"
"Sell it to me."
Xia Beibei raised his hand suddenly, and a stack of bank notes flew in the wind: "Sell me the news about Feng Yanwang, and I will give you all the money!"
"What do you want news from him for?"
Feng Jiutian stood there without moving, looking at Xia Beibei with deep eyes.
"I want to fuck him, okay?"
Xia Beibei rolled his eyes, why is Feng Jiutian such a mother-in-law today? It's not his style to make money but not make money.
cough cough.
Hearing Xia Beibei's words, Feng Jiutian's expression changed for a moment, and then he returned to normal: "Oh, did you say earlier, since it's like this, it's not impossible to sell it to you, 10,000 taels, no second price!"
Xia Beibei: ...
Why don't you go and rob
No, robbery can't grab so much.
but…
"make a deal!"
Xia Beibei took out a stack of banknotes again - Xueyimen is rich, so Sister Lan is so willful.