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It was already half past night, but the Orchid Garden was brightly lit, and all the servants were cleared first, and the girls who lived in the Orchid Garden Guest House were immediately transferred to the Plum Garden, except for the ink-dyed clothes and ink-dyed brocade.

The ink dyed brocade was moved, and the people had not left, and at this time they were honestly kneeling in the courtyard, their low faces showing unwillingness and resentment.

And the ink-dyed clothes can't go, if she expects it to be right, her little fat man, because of a blessing in disguise, the black cocoon formed is a sign before turning into a ghost butterfly.

The Mo family had a bit of weight, and they were all shocked, and in the end, even the head of the family, Mo Qingtian, came to check in person after receiving the news, and after confirming that it was correct, he sent the idlers and others, and temporarily classified the entire Orchid Garden as a forbidden place.

Mo Jiawei's speed is very fast, and it doesn't take long to arrange the magic circle, separating the Orchid Garden from the outside world, from silence to hustle and bustle to silence, and the ink dyed clothes are in it, and the feeling is the most profound.

The despair of all the ashes, the surprise of resurrection, and then the immediate gains and losses......

The mood trilogy, step by step, step by step, step by step thrilling.

The ghost butterfly has only appeared once in the history of the Mo family.

It is owned by the ancestor who founded the Mo family, Mo Die, who was born in the Hanyu Palace, was originally just a nobody, and it was by virtue of the contract's natal spirit pet that coincidentally evolved into a ghost butterfly and then evolved into a ghost sword butterfly, the blue blood ghost sword butterfly, the ultimate form of the ink jade ghost sword butterfly is famous, and then established a family, inherited to this day, the original surname has long been unknown, and the descendants are only crowned with the surname Mo, and they all contract the jade spirit butterfly as the natal spirit pet.

But after so many years, I don't know how many generations have been born, and there are countless children and grandchildren, but no one has this opportunity to breed ghost butterflies.

In fact, even the vast number of wild jade spirit butterflies have a very small chance of mutating into ghost butterflies, and the real people of the ink butterfly have been with the ghost butterfly for many years, but they have left a few words for the later ones to speculate.

Between life and death, born with yin and yang.

Literally, it is very simple, but because of its simplicity, no matter how you understand it, it feels right, and there is no clear official statement.

But for so many years, the Mo family has not given up studying the method of how to mutate the ghost butterfly, and probably found a vein, put it to death and then live.

In other words, if you want to spell out a ghost butterfly, you must first be ruthless and let your natal spirit pet die......

Ahem, the price is really bigger, but it's not that no one has tried it, but the result is unacceptable, after all, the taste of the death of the natal spirit pet, who knows who dies!

"Why haven't you brought the soul bead yet?!" Mo Qingtian's face was solemn, and he asked in a deep voice.

"The amount over there has just been sent, and there are not a lot of soul beads of low-level spirit beasts in the family, so ...... "The Mo family has not stopped how the jade spirit butterfly mutates into a ghost butterfly, and a large number of low-level spirit beast soul beads are consumed regularly, and book fans also like to read:.

Mo Shijing is a little fat, with big beads of sweat on his white face, and he is most afraid of his father, who has been beaten since he was a child.

This period of time every ten years is his busiest time, the things sent from all over the country have to be carefully inspected and then classified into the warehouse, the account books have to be seen, people have to see, and they have to beat those slippery heads that are better than monkeys, and the most important thing is that he has just negotiated with the Huang family and sold them a batch of soul beads, of which the soul beads of low-level spirit beasts account for sixty percent, and now they are in urgent need here, but they can't be transferred.

"In half an hour, I want to see ten soul beads!" Mo Qingtian shook off his words and continued to squint at the black silk threads that had overflowed the outside of the room.

"Yes, my son knows."

Mo Shijing left in a hurry, and after half a moment, he came back in a hurry, with ten more black beads the size of a dragon's eye in his hand.

Mo Qingtian didn't talk nonsense with him anymore, with a move of his hand, ten beads flew up, suspended in mid-air, his hands were like electricity, and he quickly punched out the magic trick, and the ten soul beads suddenly became larger, the size of each bowl, and at the same time drilled out countless vaguely shaped ghosts, the color of the beads became transparent, and countless yin souls seemed to be attracted by something, and they drilled into the black silk one after another.

The black silk flickered and flickered for a while, until all the yin spirits were swallowed up, gradually losing their light, and regaining their original lifelessness.

"What are you doing standing? If you can't get the soul beads you need in three days, Lao Tzu can't spare you! Mo Qingtian's eyes widened, his expression terrifying.

Mo Shijing was greatly relieved, didn't his father know it yet? Joy and anger are invisible, and true anger is not like this.

I can understand that his father's father, that is, his grandfather, the head of the previous generation, spent countless efforts all his life, but he didn't put together a ghost butterfly, how could he not be happy when he saw that they had this hope? I'm so happy, other book friends read it normally:!

This is not to say how powerful the ghost butterfly is, the key is the meaning it represents.

Since the Mo family has been a real person, it has not regained its original heyday, one generation is weaker than the next, and the whole family has fallen into a spiritual trough, at this time, the appearance of the ghost butterfly is very exciting, indicating the advent of the Mo family's new pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info.

First, there is a single wood attribute spirit root of the ink dyed jade, it is said that the talent is extremely high, the cultivation is a thousand miles a day, and then there is a natal spirit pet is very likely to evolve into the ink dyed clothes of the ghost butterfly, these two sisters are really the lucky stars of the Mo family.

It takes a hundred days for the ghost butterfly to mutate, which is another reason why it is extremely rare, it is possible to get the opportunity to mutate between life and death, most of them are in the wild, although the black cocoon can absorb the wandering ghosts independently, but the distance is limited, yes, the wild ghost butterfly is rarer than the Jade Emperor butterfly.

The jade silkworm that contracts with others, basically, is no better if something happens, and artificially creating this kind of opportunity seems to be forever missing something, and all of them end in failure.

"Shiqing." Mo Qingtian thought of something, turned his head and asked his eldest son, "Is there a record when the silkworm eggs are laid?" "These materials are very important, and they will be the basis for studying ghost butterflies in the future.

"Yes, the son has it, but the father wants to see it?" Mo Shiqing immediately transferred the records of the day, in fact, even if he didn't look at it, it was only two or three years of hard work, and he was not old enough to remember things at such a close distance.

"Hmm." Mo Qingtian snorted threateningly, took the booklet, skipped the name in front of him, and found the page of the ink-dyed clothes, his eyes flashed with fine light, and he narrowed slightly.

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