That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing for a night, not for enlightenment, but for a trace of your breath. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

That month, I turned all the prayer chakras, not for excess, but for touching your fingerprints.

That year, I kowtowed and hugged the dust, not for the Buddha, but for your warmth.

In that life, I climbed 100,000 mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the road.

At that moment, I soared into an immortal, not for immortality, but for your peace and joy.

That day, that month, that year, that life.

Night.

In the alley, there is not a single light.

She knocked on a door.

A man opened the door.

Snuggling up to the door, he smiled and said: I've been waiting for you for a long time.

The door was closed, and they entered the house.

She smiled, put her hands on his shoulders, and stroked them around his neck. His jaw, his mouth, his nose, his eyes, his eyebrows, his forehead, and finally his head......

He closed his eyes.

She smiled and stopped with the hand on his head.

The nails became sharp in an instant, and before he could open his eyes, they had already pierced deep into his skull! Blood flowed down his fingers to his arm, and began to fall ...... his elbows one by one, and the blood that dripped on the ground splattered into flowers, which was dizzying. The room was filled with the smell of blood, and there was still a wail in his throat that he didn't have time to make. Low, panicked, desperate------

She loved the cry of pain, and it was a beautiful tune----

Pushing away the corpse lying at his side, he took the blade out of his pocket and swiped it lightly at his left wrist. How beautiful! Blood began to pour out again. Raise his left hand and drip the blood into the small test tube in his hand. Looking at the blood in the glassware, it is another taste......

Glancing at the corpse, he smiled again.

Closed the door and walked out.

The night was quiet, just a person disappeared.

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When she gave the test tube to the king, the king praised her again, saying that she was the best goblin he had.

She is a goblin, a butterfly demon who doesn't know how to live for hundreds or thousands of years.

Butterflies obey their king's command, collecting all the treasures of the world for him, and destroying everything that might get in his way.

Humans are just ignorant creatures, and she believes that one day, goblins will be able to replace humans.

"Listen, my favorite goblin, this is your next mission, Xiu's reincarnation has reappeared, right in this city, find him, and bring his blood to me. You won't let me down"!

"Yes, my king".

Xiu, is a terrifying human being, and he is the nemesis of goblins. The king told Butterfly that a thousand years ago, a man who had studied 30,000 books with a delicate body and refined alchemy to the pinnacle, he invented a potion that instantly evaporated goblins, and many goblins disappeared in that catastrophe. Xiu is dead, if he is allowed to reincarnate in this world again, it will not be long before there will be another catastrophe for goblins. Make him disappear before he realizes who he is!

This is not the first time Butterfly has accepted this task, she has been sent to do so dozens of times. The king's words, she never doubted, were her task.

Although there were always faint doubts and uneasiness in her heart, every time she saw Xiu, looking at his dark eyes, when she fell into her arms, the many repetitive scenes in the dream became more and more realistic.

Just repair, where are you in the city?

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It's a rainy night.

Butterfly stood in the rain, already drenched.

For her, it didn't feel anything. Only these weak human beings would fall on the bed because of a few drops of rain!

She's waiting for someone.

The king said that he was the reincarnation of Xiu.

He showed up.

In the rain, there was no umbrella.

The rain rattled with his feet and lowered his head, and the rain slipped down from above. Looking at his eyes, there was a bottomless abyss. Even wondered if it was rain or his tears......

Butterflies begin to feel cold.

Every time, every time, those eyes always stuck with her.

Butterfly still walked over and said to him, "Xiu, I'm here to kill you."

He finally looked up, but didn't look at her, "Thank you, my name is Jen".

He lowered his head and walked forward, the butterfly stopped in place, and found that his hands were trembling, she was afraid?

Butterfly followed him all the way to his door.

"Aren't you going to kill me? Feel free to enter." He went in and left the door open.

In a trance, Butterfly hesitated for a moment, and she hesitated to go in, a rare hesitation as a goblin.

Perhaps, because he is Xiu, a formidable opponent.

He didn't speak again. Throw yourself into the couch and light the cigarette in your hand.

Smoke spread throughout the room, and Butterfly's eyes began to ache, and her vision was a little blurry.

"I'm here to kill you".

He still didn't react at all, or he simply ignored the presence of butterflies.

A goblin who wanted to kill him stood in front of him, and he was indifferent?

"Joe, I really love you".

He muttered, burning the remaining cigarette butts on his arm! His expression was painful, but the strength in his hand was growing little by little. Butterfly watched as smoke billowed from his arm, blood seeping through. Tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes, soaking the corner of the couch.

This is the first time Butterfly has seen a man cry.

It turns out that tears and blood can be combined so beautifully-----

He's Xiu! Butterfly did not forget her mission.

Kneel down next to the couch and put your hands on his shoulders. Slowly stroke upward......

His eyes shook the butterfly-----!

The nails that had become sharp were instantly retracted, and his mind went blank in an instant.

Butterfly heard him whisper in her ear, "Joe, don't leave me......"

Butterfly believed that her body was in pain, and that there was a place that could not be reached by her hands that was more painful than a cigarette burn.

She couldn't believe her heart hurt!

Joe should be a lucky woman, Butterfly has killed Xiu many times, and every time she can hear Xiu call the name, and each time it is more and more decadent, dozens of reincarnations, consistently, this woman named Joe makes Die jealous.

At this moment, Butterfly is actually heartache and soft-hearted for a man who calls other women's names when kissing her.

If he didn't cultivate, how good would it be------

He grabbed Butterfly's hand so hard that her scalp began to tingle in pain, "Please, kill me"!! He screamed and pleaded. Again and again, his tears welled up and dripped down Butterfly's face. Warm, but scalding hot burned her cheeks. The butterfly wept, mixed with his tears.

Some cold, some hot.......

In the darkness, there is only the light of tears------

Kiss him on the face, very lightly, very lightly. It's a little salty, with its own tears on it. Stroking his head, over and over again. Take a deep breath, but you can't hold back your tears.

Butterfly's hand touched Xiu's head, and in a trance, she remembered the last time her nails pierced his skull, and when she heard a muffled snort, blood dripped from her fingers onto her body, drawing bright red in the snow, and then scattered away...... It's a fleeting flower......

"Thank you------ "Every time, Xiu always smiled in the face of death, maybe then he could be relieved again.

Blood glistened in the moonlight, and a smile on the corner of his mouth began to freeze at that moment. Butterfly's mind has gone to an abyss of confusion.

Wang once said that goblins are creatures with almost no feelings, and they only have one-thousandth of human feelings.

Then, on this night, she gave my only one-thousandth affection to this man called Ren.

Every time he slit his left wrist, his blood dripped into the glass tube, and tears dripped down his face.

Looking at the liquid in the glassware------

Tears and blood can really be combined so beautifully, so tragically......

Butterfly is sure she's in love with him.

She suddenly felt a tingling in her head, and she was stunned as if she had been struck by lightning. All memories woke up in an instant.

My thoughts began to blur, and I went back to a thousand years ago.

A thousand years ago, her name was Joe.

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Qishan.

Anyone who has been there is a place that is surrounded by a faint atmosphere, like a treasure land of immortals.

The verdant trees are lush and vibrant, and a faint morning mist is wafting through the trees. Everywhere you can see the branches of trees, the leaves of grass and wildflowers, the crystal dew gently fluttering in the breeze, and in the distance, deep in the dense forest, there is a crisp and pleasant birdsong. Stopping in the ear, it makes people's body and mind clear, like being in a fairyland.

In this fairyland on earth, the legend of treasures is naturally indispensable.

I don't know who the wind came out of someone's mouth, and the entire rivers and lakes of evolution are rumored that on Qi Mountain, there is a thousand years of snow lotus, which is born from heaven and earth, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

The leaves are divided into eight pieces, and the white dew is frost, and the eight leaves that are white and snowy are taken on top of them, like a pearl.

The arrogance of the snow lotus is even better than that of the clear ripples but not the demon green lotus, ordinary people live a long life of 100 years, and there is no disease in their lives; Cultivators obtain, with lotus as a guide, can refine to the supreme elixir.

However, the lotus that comes out of the mud and is not stained, absorbs the essence of heaven and earth for thousands of years, and has spiritual wisdom, which no one can get.

Legend has it that this winter, Qishan was covered with snow, which was the time when the snow lotus was formed.

The arrogance of the lotus, the difference of one point is like the slightest difference of thousands of miles, only the formed lotus is the object of competition from all parties.

"When ......"

I don't know where the bell and drum came softly, coming from the direction of the front mountain, echoing on the top of Qishan Mountain.

The empty and fluttering echo made Joe, the butterfly demon, stop silently, look back, and look at ......

This is the thirtieth day of her search for snow lotus in Qishan, and the breath of spring has made her intoxicated.

She is a butterfly demon, a goblin who has just joined the king's subordinates, but with her outstanding ability, she quickly became the leader of the newcomers under the king's subordinates.

This time she was ordered to look for the snow lotus, from spring to winter, there are three seasons, nine months and more than 200 days and moons, it seems that there is plenty of time, but only by personal experience, I know that relying on the strength of one person to find the snow lotus, I am afraid it will be difficult to reach the sky.

Listening to the melodious bells ringing from the foothills, she squinted her eyes and smiled.

When Wang knew that Qiao was going to school at Qishan Academy, even if he was a 10,000-year-old demon, his eyes had a strange change.

"Wang, Qishan Academy has existed for hundreds of years, maybe someone inside knows the whereabouts of Snow Lotus, please rest assured Wang, Qiao will definitely come back with Snow Lotus." The butterfly demon swears by the promise.

Wang held his head high and nodded slowly.

……

The dawn breeze swept away the clouds, and the morning light was slightly in the sky.

As soon as the sky dawned, Qiao hurriedly set off on the occasion of the spring recruitment.

There are concerns in my heart, for hundreds of years, Qishan Academy has rarely recruited female students, feudal thinking, children study and embroidery, and Zhu Yingtai is not also a woman dressed as a man to enter the school.

But as a killer goblin, Qiao will not do such a tasteless thing, not all daughters can't go to school, such as the royal relatives, the children of the eunuch family, if they learn needlework at home and prick their hands, they must not let their parents cry for a day.

From ancient times to the present day, there has been no absolute fairness.

Qiao secretly decided that she had investigated clearly, this year's Princess Shanshan of the City That Never Sleeps was about to enter Qishan Academy, as long as she set up an ambush halfway and kill all the people who knew the news of Shan, she would be Shan, and she could enter Qishan Academy as a daughter to find the whereabouts of Xuelian.

Do what you want, this is the style of a goblin, never like a human mother-in-law, looking forward and backward, because she is a goblin, and she only has one-thousandth of human feelings.

What does the life and death of mortals have to do with her?

Fairy Qiao was dressed in black, holding the ruthless sword given to her by the king and leaning patiently on the branches, this is the only way to Qishan Academy, she wants to kill the cedar here, and throw the corpse into the mountains.

I waited for most of the night, until the sky was getting dark, the cold moon was empty, and I suddenly heard a carriage coming at a high speed, and occasionally heard the woman's domineering accusation, so that the driver slowed down.

As the princess's guard, since the princess is well-protected, this wild place, the sky is dark, or to reach the academy as soon as possible is the right way.

Joe was sneering, his hands trembling mercilessly—

The next moment, a sword slashed down, but I was afraid that I would no longer have the qualifications to call.

Between the lightning and flint, a figure, through the bright moonlight, was even faster than the ruthlessness in Zhi Qiao's hands.

A dagger, a delicate shadow, only to see the glow of the sun, the carriage split in a blink of an eye.

For a moment, Joe stared—

She, in a blink of an eye-

"Tong, you despicable fellow". Joe cursed.

Tong is a cat demon, much older than Qiao, the old goblin who followed the king a long time ago, from Qiao's standout, Tong looked at her wrongly, the two seemed to be a feud in their previous life, and it evolved into a confrontation between the old and new camps.

Qiao was thinking: This guy Tong is obviously dissatisfied with her winning a great merit, and she played a bitter trick by Wang's side, and it is no good for her to come.

The sky is getting dark, deep as ink, and the lonely widow is bright and cold.

The two of them, no, the eyes of the two demons collided in the air, as if there was a lightning flash cracking in the air, and at that moment, the sky was dyed red, and it was as beautiful as a flower.

As an old demon, Tong has her pride, accepted a test of Yan blood, looked back and smiled elegantly: "Qiao, it seems that the dagger that the king gave me is better than your ruthlessness, the king sent me this time, you should know that he is dissatisfied with you, as a little demon, you must have the consciousness of a newcomer, help me get the snow lotus, I will naturally not treat you badly, and call me cedar in the future, the princess of the city that never sleeps, my dear sister Qiao, sister go first, don't forget to dispose of the corpse."

The smoke and frost flashed, and the figure fled-

Ahh Qiao is going crazy, this hateful Tong, not only let her dispose of the dirty and smelly corpse, but also do not forget to provoke her relationship with the king, Tong, I will be inseparable from you in the future, in the night, I only heard this roar.

Wrapped in a chest cloth, tied a cloud sideburns, and changed into a white Confucian robe, the ruthlessness in his hand has disappeared, but there is an extra folding fan, but a beautiful man, Qiao could have continued to wait, after all, there is not only one princess who never sleeps, but Tong seized the opportunity, and she disdained to disagree.