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Butterflies!

Everyone's eyes fell on Yue Yuan's body, and landed on the butterfly that rested on the crown of Dao Gongzi with fluttering wings.

Because in the eyes of everyone, this butterfly with Shang Xiufang's sword dance is a kind of day and a kind of fate.

Cai Butterfly dances because of the sword, and dances because of Shang Xiufang!

In the eyes of others, this butterfly represents Shang Xiufang herself, who can only be watched from a distance, but she is the object that everyone wants to blaspheme in their hearts. However, the butterfly dances lightly, but no one can catch it, and the butterfly needs to dock by itself.

After the sword dance, the flying butterfly represents everyone's thoughts.

Actually-

Basically, all men expect this butterfly to fly to their bodies, and if it doesn't work, it's okay to fly out, but Yue Yuan didn't care much about it.

It's just that as the colorful butterfly landed on his head, Yue Yuan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Stage.

The long sword in Shang Xiufang's hand had been sheathed, and she did not leave directly after the dance like Dong Shuni, but stood in the peony flower and watched the final return of the colorful butterfly.

After all, it fell on the handsome Taoist priest in the audience.

Dao Gongzi, Yue Yuan!

It's just that when this thought first arises, he saw that everyone present was stunned, and then they were all stunned, even Wei Zhenzhen and Bai Qing'er, who were standing behind Yue Yuan, were dumbfounded. Under the gaze of everyone, the colorful butterfly hiding in the crown of the road was pecked to death by the little eagle standing next to it.

It seems that he dislikes this colorful butterfly to occupy his own territory, and when the butterfly landed on the crown of the road for a while, the figure of the colorful butterfly has already fallen in the eyes of the little eagle.

Syllable!

In front of everyone's eyes, the colorful butterfly that represented the incarnation of Shang Xiufang, the world's most talented woman in everyone's hearts, was buried in Xiaodiao's mouth.

With a flutter of wings, the corpse of the butterfly fell from Yue Yuan's canopy.

Delicate and helpless.

Pathetic.

For a while, in the eyes of many people, they seemed to see a very angry thing, and in an instant, everyone's eyes were fixed on Yue Yuan's head. Occupy the body of the eagle everywhere.

Shaking its little wings, the eagle seemed to notice the vicious gaze of everyone looking at it.

Tilting his head, the little eagle chirped and roared, tilted his head, and ignored it no longer, completely ignoring everyone's gaze.

Yes!

It's ignoring!

This is what everyone else thinks.

Even Wei Zhenzhen and Bai Qing'er, who were standing next to them, felt that this little eagle seemed to be much smarter than when they bought it a few days ago, and they didn't know if this little eagle had found its true home to become like this.

Although they all knew that the eagle eagle was a very smart bird, the little eagle's ignorant gesture just now was still a little surprising.

Of course –

In addition, Wei Zhenzhen had a pity in her heart.

When the butterfly was pecked to death by the eagle just now, Wei Zhenzhen's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly. It seems that the little eagle pecked to death was not a butterfly, but Shang Xiufang, the world's most talented woman. This has to say that Shang Xiufang's sword dance and butterfly cooperation gave people the feeling before.

"Uh......"

Compared to others, Yue Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or be annoyed. Since the eagle was frightened by the eagle in Dugufeng's hand and climbed to the top of his head, the eagle almost used his head as a nest. Coupled with the experience and the radiation of the family's ability, it has also picked up a life, and as for what other effects it has on the bird, it is not known for the time being. However, the eagle seems to be in good spirits, at least much better than his own situation.

You must know that Yue Yuan is still an injury at the moment.

No matter how good the healing effect of the Immortal Realm is, it can't heal its own injuries in just one day.

Yue Yuan didn't care about other people's sights. Turning his head and looking at the corpse of the butterfly that landed in his palm, Yue Yuan sighed and threw an apologetic look at Shang Xiufang.

After all. The timing of this butterfly's appearance was too right, but it was too wrong.

“……”

Shang Xiufang's slender willow eyebrows frowned slightly, a trace of sadness flashed on her face, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

Girls who take the literary route are destined to be sad. For the world, for the autumn and winter seasons, and for the flowers to bloom. More for the death of butterflies. As the world's first talented woman, Shang Xiufang can be regarded as a literary girl.

Caidie's death obviously distressed the family.

If Wan Wan sees this, it is estimated that she will make an account, and even hit Xiao Diao with the idea, as for the concubine, at most she will just express her own sigh at the corpse of the butterfly, talk about the Buddhist classics, as for the two girls who are sad or something, they will not have.

"Dao Gongzi, can you give it to me?"

Slowly stepping off the stage, Shang Xiufang walked leisurely to Yue Yuan's face, but her eyes were staring at the butterfly in Yue Yuan's palm, and asked softly.

Without asking how the music was dancing, her eyes were completely drawn to the corpse of the butterfly.

"Forgive me!"

Spread out his palm and handed it to Shang Xiufang, Yue Yuan also said a little embarrassed: "My little eagle has a slightly lively temperament, I'm sorry!" ”

Although Yue Yuan is a Taoist, he will not have the feelings of Butterfly Dream Zhuang Zhou, or Zhuang Zhou Dream Butterfly. In the eyes of the eagle, this butterfly is similar to a flying insect, fluttering its wings in front of it, undoubtedly like a mosquito flying next to a frog.

The results speak for themselves.

Yue Yuan didn't say that the butterfly was looking for death by himself, but handed it over with a gentle smile.

"Childe, thank you!"

With a salute, Shang Xiufang stretched out her slender jade fingers and took the butterfly's corpse from Yue Yuan's palm with great care.

Shang Xiufang's skin is excellent and can be described as naturally beautiful. The skin of many women Yue Yuan has seen will have some influence more or less because of the exercises, but the girl in front of her is born with a serious child, and she has no martial arts.

The skin is as white as jade, and even gives people a feeling of radiance.

The temperature of Shang Xiufang's fingers was a little low, and when the fingertips touched Yue Yuan's palm, it gave people a cold feeling.

The fingertips touch the palm slightly, and then part.

That feeling left traces in the hearts of both parties.

“……”

Seeing this, Wang Shichong on the side flashed with envy on his bearded face. Then he said: "Everyone still pities this colorful butterfly so much, I think everyone is going to make a grave for this colorful butterfly!" ”

Wang Shichong's words made Shang Xiufang's eyes light up.

Obviously, Wang Shichong's words reached Shang Xiufang's heart, and the originally sad eyes also regained their ordinary water-like pupils, and their water-like eyes blinked.

"Of course!"

Wang Shichong turned his head, his eyes fell on Yue Yuan's body, and said: "This colorful butterfly died tragically under the pet carving of Yue Gongzi, and he needs to be responsible for this tomb!" I still hope to see this colorful butterfly and have a good home! Speaking of this, Wang Shichong cast a reassuring look at Yue Yuan.

This Wang Shichong!!

Facing Wang Shichong's gaze, Yue Yuan was originally going to talk to Wang Shichong casually, and leave Luoyang, which had become dangerous for him, after casually solving the matter of He's family. But as soon as Wang Shichong said this, Yue Yuan really couldn't refuse.

For the sake of harmony, Wang Shichong even his niece and even Shang Xiufang are also calculating, it is really a heroic mentality!

Last night's He's Bi incident, apparently Wang Shichong knew a rough idea. But with his scruples about himself, he will only take a roundabout route.

He was afraid of himself, the Demon Gate, and the Buddha Gate, but Wang Shichong still wanted to take advantage of the fire.

Even if there is only a slight chance, Wang Shichong must press it.

In the blink of an eye. Yue Yuan had already analyzed the purpose of Wang Shichong's approach in his heart, and he was afraid that Dong Shuni would still be the bait.

Feeling Shang Xiufang's gaze, Yue Yuan's thoughts were retracted, and he nodded and smiled: "If it's okay for everyone Shang." There is no problem under the nature either! ”

After pondering for a long time, Shang Xiufang nodded, but she responded.

In the afternoon.

Shang Xiufang's residence.

Under the big tree in the yard, Shang Xiufang, Wei Zhenzhen, Bai Qing'er and Wang Shichong's niece Dong Shuni built a small soil pit under the peony flowers in the yard. Then the four girls slowly put the colorful butterfly into it with tears in their eyes, and then sprinkled the soil on it little by little.

Not only that, Shang Xiufang, who is a talented woman, even made a eulogy for the dead butterfly. Then read it with affection.

Dong Shuni, who was standing on the side, kept nodding her head, and at the same time looked at Yue Yuan with a charming look from time to time.

As for Wei Zhenzhen, she is ignorant, because of her background, Wei Zhenzhen is not as good as Shang Xiufang, a literary girl, and Dong Shuni, whose uncle is Wang Shichong, but she is kind and simple-hearted, and she has a feeling that although she doesn't know what she is talking about, she is very sad and sad, and it is normal to cooperate with her own mood.

And Bai Qing'er is different, she is from the Yin Sect and understands this, but now she can only sigh with an ignorant sadness, and accompany Wei Zhenzhen to grief together.

Corner.

Yue Yuan and the little eagle above his head looked at the woman who was busy working in front of him in a daze, and then was sad together.

The sorrow of a literary fan!

One can seduce himself while pretending to be sad!

One is ignorant and sad!

And a lament with a false heart!

It looked like a harmonious picture, but somehow it made Yue Yuan shudder, and his right eyelid jumped violently several times. Of course, what made Yue Yuan shiver inexplicably was not because of the picture in front of him, but because of the woman herself.

Odd!

What am I worried about?

"Huh?!"

Groping his chin with one hand, Yue Yuan slowly turned around, not paying attention to the movements of the four girls for the time being, but letting his eyes look out of the window.

Distance.

Sunset.

On the roof, dressed in a cyan monk's robe, the concubine stood quietly on it, watching the sun set.

It's like watching the final end of the Great Sui. (To be continued!)