Cao Gui held the little boy's hand and never let go, his hand and the little boy's hand were held together, and he held it very tightly but did not dare to use too much force, as carefully as he did with fragile crystal glass. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A few butterflies came in, and he didn't look back at them.

A few butterflies stood quietly aside, unable to bear to break this moving scene.

Time seemed to stand still, and the room was so quiet that only the faint sound of breathing remained.

The four people who stood quietly on the side gently opened the door and walked out, and gently closed the door for Cao Qixu with their backhands.

Several people walked out of the hospital in tacit agreement, and Wandering Butterfly felt a faint feeling of dizziness in her head, she shook her head vigorously, and walked around the back of the hospital with Ilan, Yepian and Teiya.

The tree behind the hospital was clearly very old, the bark of the trunk was very rough, and it was inscribed with the time gone away and the irretrievable years.

The butterflies looked up at the leafy branches of the tree, as if the past had left some traces on them that they could find.

The trees are tall and have a lot of branches, so it's not difficult to climb, especially for a few of them.

The butterfly climbed to the top of the tree, picked a branch with a wide view, and sat down, leaning against the trunk.

Ilan, Nightpin, and Teiya also sat on the branch next to her.

The wind on the autumn night is a little cool, and the surrounding leaves make a "salsa" sound, and the lonely autumn insects are singing sad songs.

Lying on her back on the branch, she hooked the trunk with only one hand, and she looked at the lofty and vast sky above her head.

The stars are bright and bright, the Milky Way is brilliant, but unfortunately there is no moonlight, although the stars are lively but also slightly lonely.

Wandering Butterfly remembered that in the past, the five members of their green elves and Cao Ling would often look up at the starry sky at night together, and the lively and lovely Cao Ling would always point to the stars excitedly, identify the constellations they belonged to, and pester them to tell him the story behind each star.

At that time, they would always be infected by the happy laughter of Caoling, and they would invariably show a comfortable smile.

Now they were all in silence, Flutterie turned her head to look at the three people lying on their backs on the trunk of a tree like her, looking into the depths of the starry sky, the night wind blew the hem of their clothes, and the streamer on Yilan's head to tie her hair was even blown by the wind, and it tickled her cheeks for a while, a little itchy, but Wandering Butterfly didn't reach out to get the streamer away.

The butterfly closed its eyes, felt the gentleness of the night breeze caressing its skin, listened to the sad grunt of the autumn insects, and was in a trance, and seemed to be asleep in the hazy room, just letting time flow.

Suddenly, a huge cannon roar exploded in the silent forest, startling the birds in the forest to fly.

The butterfly woke up suddenly, hurriedly jumped up from the trunk of the tree, climbed to the top of the tree in three or two, raised her eyes and looked around, and her pupils contracted instantly.

It was already dawn, but what was cast was layers of black shadows.

Because in the sky above the misty forest, thousands of warplanes were hovering at this time, it was a dark black falcon-type fighter, the eye-catching golden logo on the fuselage reflected the dazzling brilliance in the sunlight, and those fighters were like fierce black eagles with huge wings stretched out, eyeing the prey they had set their sights on at any time.

It was he who came. The man in a golden uniform reflexively came to Butterfly's mind.

Another cannonball rang out, shaking the entire forest, and then, Wandering Butterfly saw a white round fireball flying straight into the air with a long tail, and then exploded with a "boom", falling all over the sky.

This is a flare used for demonstrations. The man was warning himself that he was going to show himself.

The butterfly quickly jumped down from the treetops, and Ilan, Nightpian, and Teiya also jumped down from the trees, and the four figures rushed towards the place where the flare was fired.

On the outer edge of the forest to the east, on the gravel Gobi between the Misty Forest and the Empire, dozens of dark green striated armored vehicles and tanks equipped with missiles lined up in two half-moon shapes around the entrance of the Misty Forest, and the muzzles of the long guns on the vehicles were all aimed at the Misty Forest.

The white-clothed young men who were in charge of guarding the edge of the forest were all standing on the trunks of the trees at this time, and the long arrows in their hands were all tied to the bowstrings, confronting the Imperial Army.

The men and horses on both sides were ready to attack, and the tense atmosphere filled with the smell of gunpowder was tense to the extreme, and only the slightest sound could detonate this imminent battle.

The Butterfly's swift running slowed but didn't stop there, and she gestured to the three men behind her, signaling them to stay where they were, while she slowly walked out of the woods to the clearing in the middle of the confrontation between the two armies.

Fluttersdie stood quietly, her eyes fixed on the golden car in front of her, which stood out in a large area of dark green, the special car that belonged to the Imperial General.

The golden-colored wing-shaped door slowly opened, and a pair of dark gold boots stepped onto the ground, and the man slowly stepped out of the car.

He was still dressed in a golden military uniform, wearing a white military hat with gold stripes on his head, and light golden gloves with white lace on his hands.

General Poppy walked gracefully, like a leopard patrolling his kingdom.

"Kitten, long time no see. General Poppy stood still in front of Wandering Butterfly, raised his hand, and a finger picked Wandering Butterfly's chin to force her to raise her head high and look at herself.

Standing behind the butterfly, Emperor Ya suddenly clenched his fists and wanted to rush over, but was stopped by Yilan's grasp of his arm.

"In the time of one day and two nights, has the little cat ever thought about General Ben?"

General Poppy lowered his head slightly, put his lips to the ears of the wandering butterfly, and the bewitching voice was transmitted into the ears of the wandering butterfly with the ambiguous heat that made people tremble, "General Ben thinks about you very tightly, does the little kitten know what General Ben thinks about when he misses you?"

As he spoke, General Poppy brought his lips closer to the cochlea of the butterfly, the warm lip flap had reached the butterfly's ear, and the butterfly couldn't help but tremble, wanting to turn his head away, but he held back.

Wandering Butterfly's slight movement provoked an inexplicable chuckle from General Poppy, and before Wandering Butterfly could reply, he heard the man's deep voice coming against his earlobe.