770Chapter 770: The Death of the Lost Butterfly [7]

Ji Xuanyan's heart seemed to be stuffed with a heavy piece of wood, which was tight and astringent, and he couldn't breathe.

That face, together with the cold light, was reflected in his purple eyes, which was already a world away......

The swaying water gradually floated in his eyes, and he slowly took a step forward, raising his hand, wanting to haunt the illusory figure.

However, he clearly and powerlessly saw his hand passing through her body, as if a puff of green smoke had been blown away by the wind, and the place where he touched it was like a pool of spring water that had been disturbed......

"Chongkui ......" The sour voice squeezed out of his throat, he slowly retracted his hand, and the water light in his eyes suddenly fell quickly, and soon disappeared in the faint cold light.

The little butterfly spun in a gentle circle.

He finally understood that the Chongkui who appeared in the Prime Minister's Mansion was not her at all, it was just a puppet who used her body, like a walking corpse.

And she...... It's already become like this.

Wandering Souls...... No, it's not even a soul, if it's a soul, how can a powerful onmyoji like him not feel it?

If she turned into a soul and came to him, he would definitely feel it immediately.

However, this is not a soul, there are no souls, this is just ...... It's just an obsession that stays in the world.

Because the obsession is too deep, I am reluctant to leave in such a form.

Why is this happening?

How much risk did she have to risk to come to him in the snowstorm that day?

If he hadn't discovered her, would she have completely dissolved into nothingness in the boundless cold?

"Don't be afraid." He whispered, afraid that a little louder voice would blow her away, "No matter what the cost, I will save you back." ”

She didn't move at all, it really seemed like it was just a puff of green smoke.

Ji Xuan's heart was like a knife, remembering that when he first came into contact with the little butterfly, he heard the sound of 'so cold'.

An enchantment was re-condensed in the palm of his hand, this time it was different from the surroundings of the little butterfly's body, this time the enchantment was larger, and there was a subtle light around it, which seemed to be very warm.

The moment the barrier completely enveloped Chongkui, she seemed to move, slowly raising her eyes, but she didn't know where to look.

"It's not cold." He whispered that in this way, when she went outside, she would not be blown away by the wind.

Chongkui slowly lowered his eyes, still exactly the same as just now.

Separated by the two worlds of yin and yang, it is always different.

The light of the rhino horn jumped a little, then slowly weakened, and had gradually extinguished.

Chongkui's figure slowly disappeared, and in the end, the hall was pitch black, only the faint blue light on the little butterfly's body was releasing a faint light.

Quiescence......

The silence in the hall lasted for a long time, and there was no sound.

Ji Xuanyan stood in the dark, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a long time, he spoke: "Han Fang." ”

"Your Majesty, the minions are here." Han Fang's voice immediately came from outside the door.

"Light the lamp." He said slowly.

"Yes." Han Fang opened the door, and the palace mermaids rushed in, holding bright candles, and lit the candles on the candlesticks one by one.

The hall was bright again, Han Fang raised his head, and then saw King Qin leaning on a cushion with his eyes half-closed.

"Your Majesty, do you need to take a bath and rest?" Han Fang asked.