Why didn't he ask himself about his mother until the end? Has he forgotten the beautiful woman who has been waiting for him for more than ten years? ……

Wandering Butterfly also remembered the mutated creatures that roamed the "Death Desert", she had already seen those giant insects with fangs, could there be other mutants that she had never seen before?

A mutant that destroys their own home...... The more I think about it, the colder my heart becomes; The more I think about it, the clearer the image of my home being destroyed and devastated in my mind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wandering Butterfly felt as if she had been in that barren land with withered grass and lifelessness.

The grass, trees, and trees you see along the way are either withered, decayed, or decayed...... The few salallow leaves are haggard, hanging on the branches like the dying of the wind and candles; The crumbling trunks were festering like pustules, and the grass was littered with scorched leaves.

As far as the eye can see, there are decaying lives that have retreated from life, and even the moans of those who are struggling on the brink of death can be heard.

"This is going to be a desolate world?" Wandering Butterfly thought sadly, "Don't you see the diving birds singing loudly in the lake anymore?" Can't see the hyacinth chicken that clucks when it lays eggs? Not even mullein, dandelions, bean leaves, or even syrup, wasps? So what's left in this world? ”

Wandering Butterfly understands his father's mood a little, but still can't agree with his approach, let alone forgive him for the mistakes he made.

"It's so beautiful here, how can those mutated creatures bear to destroy it? How can you bear it? …… Why are there mutated creatures in the Desert of Death? What is the cause? …… Was it the nuclear uranium left over from the War of the Empire in that desert that caused the genetic mutation of the creatures that lived on that land? …… It is the fault of the bloodthirsty and warlike people of the Li tribe, who are the culprits of all this, but they want to implicate innocent people, and even the whole world will pay for their mistakes. ”

Wandering Butterfly muttered to herself indignantly, accompanied by a series of cold snorts.

After turning a corner, I walked out of the forest path, and a group of open low hills appeared in front of me.

The butterfly stopped, her eyes fixed on the piles of bun-like bulges that covered the entire hill, and those were graves! I haven't been able to make it here for almost a year.

There is a small cross wooden tablet on top of each grave, and some flowers and plants are planted on the graves, but now it is autumn, and many of the flowers on the graves have withered, and the grass has withered and yellowed, adding a sad atmosphere to the already cold and lonely cemetery.

Butterflies walked to a grave, a grave full of purple irises—the grave of her mother, the purple kite.

My mother, who loves purple irises, has been sleeping in this pure land for nearly two years. The butterfly squatted down, reaching out and gently caressing the purple petals that were a little haggard, as if reminiscing, as if feeling nostalgia.

Touching her mother's beloved purple, the butterfly couldn't help but think back to a valley full of purple irises all over the mountains, and every time the flowers bloomed, her mother would take her to the sea of purple flowers, and would pick a lot of purple and attractive delicate flowers with her, fill all the flower baskets, hang them in the room, and fill the room with the fragrance of flowers.

Fluttering glanced up at the tombstone engraved with her mother's name, slowly recalling that distant but beautiful memory.

She hadn't been to the valley of purple irises since her mother left.

"Mother, I seem to have forgotten how I got to that valley."

Wandering Butterfly looked at her mother's name on the tomb wall and sighed melancholy, "Maybe that beautiful valley exists for you, and you are gone, and it does not want to be found again...... Is it? …… Is your soul back in that beautiful valley, or is it still quietly in this land with the person you love the most? Are you still waiting for his return? Or have you found him in that world? ”

The butterfly lowered her head again, her fingers lingering on the purple petals like a mother caressing her own child.

"But, you know what? In the past ten years, the person who has made you miss ashes and broken liver and intestines, in fact, he has always lived under the same blue sky as you, he is only a few dozen miles away from you, but you have watched for a lifetime...... Do you blame him? For the sake of his mission, he left you resolutely without a word...... Mother, forgive me for telling you such a cruel truth, because I really can't bear to lie to you...... Do you resent him after you know this cruel news? At night, when you fall into my dreams, can I still see your charming smile? ”

The sun is setting in the west, and the sunset on the horizon is so gorgeous that it dazzles people's eyes. The maiden, shrouded in the glow, gazed and caressed the purple flowers swaying in the wind, her hair and the hem of her clothes fluttering in the breeze.

What a mesmerizing picture.

Standing silently, with a large bouquet of purple irises in his hand, he gazed at the beautiful picture, trying not to disturb the beautiful fairy who melted into the glow.

After the fierce battle with the giant insect in the early morning rescued the wandering butterflies, the emperor had no time to talk to the wandering butterflies, so he hurried back to report the situation to the patriarch.

In fact, he and Cao Huang did not have the ability to be a prophet, and the reason why they happened to appear at a time when the situation of the wandering butterfly was extremely dangerous was only because the guards guarding the edge of the misty forest observed the strange blue cold light, and Emperor Ya and Cao Huang wanted to come to investigate the specific situation that happened there.

As soon as he finished reporting to the patriarch, the emperor hurried here.

Today is the death day of Wandering Butterfly's mother, Purple Kite, and he knows that at this time, Wandering Butterfly will definitely be here.

The butterfly turned her head as if she had sensed, and when she raised her eyes, she saw a handsome young man standing under the tree, his short black hair as thick as ink blowing in the wind, and a light smile on his face that made him feel reassured.

Emperor Ya slowly walked towards the butterfly, and the butterfly slowly stood up, she stood with her back to the glow of the sky, and the brilliant sunset seemed to emanate from her.

The emperor slowly approached her against the sunset, as if he had stepped into a multicolored halo that wrapped in a fairy that belonged to him.

"Ya." Butterfly barely pulled away a smile, but still stood in place, not running over to give Teiya a tight hug as she used to.