Ji Xuanyan was stunned, and when he went to investigate again, there was nothing.

A butterfly is a butterfly, and without spirituality, how can there be spiritual consciousness?

Just now...... What voice did he hear?

The blue butterfly was reflected in the purple eyes, like a spirit butterfly frozen under the cold ice for thousands of years......

Ji Xuanyan's spiritual power slowly surrounded her, and it didn't seem to have any other effect except for making her feel a short period of warmth.

Still doesn't work?

With his strength, he couldn't save such a small butterfly?

If it spreads, the dignified King Qin wants to do his best to save the life of a little butterfly, I'm afraid it will be regarded as a joke.

But at this moment, Ji Xuanyan suddenly had a strong thought.

He didn't want her to die......

Just as this thought slipped through his mind, the spiritual power in his hand suddenly mixed with a faint golden color.

Ordinary people will not notice such a subtle light, but if you look closely, you will definitely be surprised.

On this continent, golden spiritual power has never been seen......

That is his origin spiritual power, for any master, the origin spiritual power is like his own life, a little overdraft, a little less.

Once the Origin Spiritual Power is exhausted, it is the time of death......

It takes ten years of cultivation to come back after consuming one point of origin spiritual power, so until the moment of dying, no master will use his own origin spiritual power.

But now, he actually gave his origin spiritual power that he had cultivated for many years to a small butterfly......

The moment the origin spiritual power touched the butterfly, it was like a miracle, and the butterfly, which was already dying, suddenly flapped its wings, as if it was about to fly.

A shallow smile appeared on Ji Xuanyan's face, seeing such vitality, he felt that no matter what he lost, it didn't matter.

The butterfly is too weak, she only needs a little bit of origin spiritual power to make her have a little bit of vitality, and if she gives too much at once, she can't bear it, so she can only take it slowly.

"You're just a butterfly, I must be crazy." Ji Xuanyan's fingers slowly caressed the enchantment, and said a little incredulously.

Looking at the way the little butterfly vibrated its wings, he felt that a little bit of origin spiritual power was nothing.

Seeing that the butterfly had regained its vitality, although it was fragile, it should not die, Ji Xuanyan's eyes overflowed with a shallow smile, beckoned, beckoned the enchantment to his side, and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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Early in the morning, the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion were busier than usual.

Qingtong waited outside the gate with a few maids, and saw the flag of the Prime Minister's Mansion coming slowly, and a carriage in the middle came closer.

"Tan Jiu Gongzi, you must be very tired after a long journey, I have already ordered someone to prepare a table of good dishes, please go and enjoy it first."

Chongfeng got down from the horse first, stood on the steps, and said to Tan Jiu, who was also riding a horse.

The black-robed young man's face was a little tired and gloomy, and others were afraid that they didn't dare to provoke him lightly, and only Chongfeng had the courage to talk to him.

As soon as the long legs were raised, Tan Jiu got off the horse, hurried early in the morning, and had not eaten anything until now.

He was hungry.

But...... He looked back at the approaching carriage.

"Tan Jiu Gongzi, Kui'er is not feeling well, I'm afraid I won't be able to make you good food in the past two days, you have to be considerate." Chongfeng had a convincing smile on his face.