Before the paper is opened, there is a faint fragrance, which is the smell of plants in the soil breaking through the soil, and after slowly unfolding, it has some faint floral fragrance, elegant and quiet. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Li Yixin was short of breath due to excitement, she just unfolded the ink painting and looked down from above, there were three inscriptions of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing in the place of her fingers, and then a seal, which was exactly the same as the handwriting on it, she recognized those three words, which were the names that Zhu Kangan and Leng Sanniang had called her from the beginning.

Li Shuangdie!

To be precise, Li Shuangdie is the real thousand-year-old demon god, and she is just the reincarnation of Li Shuangdie, Zhu Kangan said that her current ability is less than one-twelfth of Li Shuangdie's in the past.

At that moment, it was a sudden sense of familiarity, and she seemed to have seen this ink painting.

The ink painting is further down, a blank, no, it should not be blank, these blank places are rendered with some faint colors, look closely, here is actually white clouds, occasionally there will be a trace of blue or orange light, representing the special color of the sky after purity.

The ink painting is fine, so that the white clouds melt into the paper, the eyes move and then go down, there are some brilliant flowers, the purple and red are mixed with the feeling of budding to be released, the stamens are dewed, the delicate bees are nostalgic among the flowers, there are more green leaves than flowers, and most of the green leaves and branches have small thorns, as if anyone dares to desecrate these flowers will be attacked by the thorns on these green leaves.

At this time, she had already seen the wings of a butterfly, it did not linger among the flowers, galloping with the wind, looking at where it wanted to escape, not far below it was a budding stamen, on which the mark of its stay was faintly visible, obviously the butterfly should have been frightened by something to choose to flee.

Wild butterflies like the kind of budding stamens, which will not open, can give it a lot of expectations, and those flowers that have bloomed are already destined to wither soon, and things will be reversed, so butterflies will like the flowers that will not bloom, so they can quietly wait for the flowers to open, and they can also linger on it for a long time.

Faced with such a strange scene as this butterfly, Li Yixin was very curious, wondering if there was a person below, and the butterfly was frightened by the sudden appearance of that person, so that he left suddenly.

With doubts in her heart, she quickly unfolded the ink painting, and saw that another butterfly was not far from the previous butterfly, and she wondered in her heart, could it be that the sudden appearance of this butterfly caused the previous butterfly to fly away because of fear?

Curious, his hand shook, the ink painting fell to the ground with a "bang--" sound, and in the blink of an eye, what appeared in front of Li Yixin was that under a pure white cloud, a budding flower world in the world of flowers was a butterfly flapping its wings in front, and the other butterfly was chasing behind, and beside them were three or five small bees, which were "buzzing" flying, and they fled around because they were alarmed.

At that moment, these scenes suddenly melted into her head, and her world seemed to present such a picture.

In front is Li Shuangdie, who is a butterfly, that is, she herself is flying fast, and behind is Zhu Wen, who is a butterfly, chasing endlessly, with the fragrance of flowers around her, the whole world is quiet, there is no one, only them, and those white cloud flowers and budding flowers.

In the lower right position of the picture, there is a simple sketch of a person's appearance, at a glance, you can know that it is the appearance of Li Yixin now, she has the same face as the thousand-year-old demon god, although the person's appearance has not occupied one-tenth of the picture, just take a look, you know that the woman on the portrait is her.

"That's why Master Yue thinks I'm a butterfly fairy?"

Li Yixin muttered in her heart, and couldn't help but glance at Yue Gunian, at this time he was still buried with his head buried and waiting for orders, she looked at it, speechless.

The gaze returned to the ink painting, and it turned out that all this was the same as Zhu Kangan said to her, looking closely at the two butterflies, which were exactly the same as the two under her skirt.

The upper body of the thousand-year-old demon god was oblique, as if watching the chase of these two butterflies, Li Yixin raised the ink painting to see what was the difference between the two butterflies and the butterfly in the skirt, when she moved her fingers a little, she found that the corner of the clothes worn by the thousand-year-old demon god was exposed on this ink painting, which was indeed exactly the same as what Li Yixin was wearing, but the clothes of the thousand-year-old demon god were much lighter than the color she was wearing.

"I was thinking about why my skirt faded just now, but now I found out the reason, is it that the color of my skirt has also become the same color as the portrait, can I be as powerful as the thousand-year-old demon god, hehe."

Li Yixin thought in her heart, what Zhu Kangan said before rang out at an inopportune time, and she was annoyed in her heart, knowing that she couldn't be as powerful as the thousand-year-old demon god before.

Thinking about it, she was a little disappointed, the ink painting had been finished, so she handed the ink painting back to Yue Gunian's hand, Yue Gunian heard the sound and looked up, still respectful but did not dare to take it.

Li Yixin was puzzled, this thing was originally kept by him, even if it was Li Shuangdie's before, since Li Shuangdie was not here, it should naturally be kept by him, after all, she couldn't stay here all the time, and it was useless for her to keep this strange ink painting.

"Master Yue, this painting is kept by you, and it will be kept by you in the future."

Li Yixin under the moonlight smiled faintly, and he still didn't answer the serious book of the old year, and said with a straight face: "Now that the things have returned to their original owners, the old year is also at ease, and it is better for the butterfly fairy to dispose of the ink painting freely." ”

She understood the meaning of his words, when there are good things, she wants to have good things, but when she has good things, she will be afraid of being remembered by others.

Yue Nian's words mean that he doesn't want to keep this ink painting anymore, so many years of fear, he wants to end all this, and if Zhang Zhou and the two families really know that the reason for their immortality is this ink painting, it will inevitably be fought for, if the mountain knows it, the world will not be peaceful.

Li Yixin understood after a little thought, knowing that Yue Gunian was giving up her own benefits, in exchange for the peace of this world, she nodded appreciatively, and then said: "Okay, then I will deal with this ink painting." ”

As she spoke, she took out a lighter from her arms and lit it without hesitation.

This lighter was given to her by Yang Erwa, just before she left the Xieyang Kingdom, he felt that she needed this thing more than himself, so he gave it to her.

Seeing that Li Yixin was so powerful, Yue Nian admired it very much, because there was no such thing as a lighter at that time. (To be continued.) )