The smooth and flawless green jade flowed in the shimmer, and unconsciously, Nan Zuisheng felt a slight heat in her heart, so she fell asleep quietly. Seeing the situation, Nan Fusheng frowned slightly, he carefully helped Nan Zuisheng to snuggle into his arms, and then placed the girl back on the bed and lay down, he couldn't tell what emotions were in his heart, and quietly probed Nan Zuisheng's snort.

With his fingertips brushing his warm breath, Nan Fusheng slowly unleashed the taut strings in his mind. His gaze stayed on the green jade tablet worn by Nan Zuisheng around his neck, and secretly noticed that Nan Zuisheng's sleep this time was mostly related to the iris in the green jade stele.

But Nan Fusheng's conjecture does not mean that Yun Luan and others know.

"Girl, girl?" Old Man Nan was the first to panic, he couldn't hide his horror and stood up and walked to Nan Zuisheng's side, for fear that his granddaughter would come with bad news if she didn't pay attention. Yun Luan and Nan Zheng were the same, they looked at Nan Zuisheng with nervous and frightened expressions, and when their eyes touched the girl's still stable and undulating breasts, they relaxed their fear a little.

"What's wrong with drunk?" Yun Luan carefully looked at her daughter's sleeping face, although Nan Zuisheng's complexion was pale and unpretentious, but his breathing was very steady, and his demeanor was also very quiet, without the slightest look of pain. She held her daughter's slightly cool fingers, and secretly prayed in her heart that nothing would happen.

Nan Fusheng stared at Nan Zuisheng for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the worried Yunluan and the others: "It's okay, she's just asleep." He bent down to cover Nan Zuisheng with a thin blanket, and gently rubbed the back of the girl's bruise-colored hand with his fingertips.

Asleep?

Old Man Nan choked in his throat when he heard this, he lowered his head and carefully looked at Nan Zuisheng's demeanor and breathing, it was indeed the appearance of being asleep, because his stomach was filled with warm and precious medicinal food, so Nan Zuisheng looked satisfied and slightly hooked the corners of his lips, like a cat lazily basking in the sun after eating.

"It's good, how can it be ...... Why did you fall asleep all of a sudden? Old man Nan sat uncomfortably on crutches, and there was a burst of pain like beating and breaking from the injured leg of the recurrence of the old disease.

The deep and gorgeous phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and Nan Fusheng stared at Nan Zuisheng's quiet and beautiful sleeping face, the blue jade tablet was flowing with brilliant light, and the clouds inside were faintly flowing. Regarding the existence of Iris's soul, he decided to inform Yun Luan and the others, after all, what was the truth behind the incident more than ten years ago, it still needs Yun Luan and Nan Zheng to reveal.

Hopefully, that secret doesn't involve drunken life, it doesn't involve his treasures.

The handsome face is half against the light, and the ancient carvings of the side face are impregnated with gilt golden beams, like the flawless gods of ancient times. Nan Fusheng raised his eyes and stared at Yun Luan and Nan Zheng quietly, and after thinking for a moment, he whispered: "Zuisheng didn't fall asleep for no reason, it was because Irisi was calling her. ”

One word stirred up a thousand waves, and Yun Luan heard Nan Fusheng suddenly mention the word 'Iris', and suddenly got up and walked in front of him: "What did you say?" The carefully outlined eyebrows were impregnated with cold emotions, she raised her eyes to look directly at Nan Fusheng's phoenix eyes, and her voice couldn't help but tremble slightly: "Iris...... She's long gone, she's dead! ”

The last sentence Yun Luan said was very strange, it didn't seem to be for Nan Fusheng, it was more like a self-comforting hypnotic method.

Nan Fusheng stared at Yun Luan with constricted eyes, time seemed to favor the peerless woman in front of her, even if Yun Luan was now over thirty years old, but her appearance and charm were still not old, and there was no trace of the years engraved.

I said...... Iris is summoning drunken life, which is why she falls into a deep sleep. He stared into Yun Luan's eyes, and in Yun Luan's ink eyes, he keenly captured a flash of sadness and horror, and this slight change instantly made Nan Fu suspicious.

What is Yunluan grieving about?

What are you afraid of?

Could it be that the truth behind the tragedy more than ten years ago is related to Yun Luan and others? Or is it that the hatred of the North clan is not for no reason, and the Nan clan really did something sorry for Iris back then?

Countless assumptions and questions filled Nan Fusheng's heart, but before the truth of the matter was ascertained, he couldn't casually condemn Yun Luan and the others. Hypotheses are just hypotheses after all, and the truth is not yet known.

The word iris is like a magic spell, deeply haunting the hearts of Nan Zheng and Yun Luan. Nan Zheng clenched his fists, and the tragic scene of the butterfly more than ten years ago resurfaced in his mind, making him involuntarily feel cold in his body and cold hands and feet. Old Man Nan also knew the truth behind the case back then, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Nan Fusheng with a dark expression, obviously remembering some bad memories.

The silk cheongsam embroidered with the peacock and butterfly flower pattern looked more gorgeous and delicate under the light gold light, and after Yun Luan calmed down his uneasy mood, his eyes stared sharply at Nan Fusheng: "Iris, where is it." Her tone was very affirmative, convinced of what Nan Fusheng had just said.

Nan Fusheng didn't reply to her words, he leaned over gracefully, and his slender index finger gently brushed the half-hidden green jade tablet in Nan Zuisheng's collar.

Iris ...... Yes, there is.

Yun Luan and the others' eyes stayed on the green jade stele, the style of the green jade stele was no different from Yun Luan's tombstone, and the complicated font engraved on it was miniature several times, but if the word iris was carefully identified, it could still be distinguished.

The people who are most familiar with the style of this green jade stele are none other than Yunluan and Nanzheng.

"There is a monument carved in the clouds, but the deceased returns." Old Man Nan sighed softly, he didn't dare to touch the green jade tablet rashly, but his probing eyes had already carefully engraved the style of the green jade tablet in the bottom of his heart. Regarding the legend that the old man said back then, he originally had a skeptical attitude, but he didn't expect it to become a fact today.

Yun Luan stared at the green jade stele, only to feel that her heart was instantly put aside on the charcoal fire to suffer, she raised her eyes and took a deep breath, and then looked at the old man Nan with a complicated gaze: "...... The legend is true. She sat limply on the side of the bed, her mind involuntarily sinking into the painful memories of the past.

Blood was accompanied by screams, flesh and bones flew sideways, and countless identical faces twisted their limbs, without the slightest emotion or reason, pounced on the armed special police. The lair of the dark machinery is filled with countless monsters, and humans are like lowly animals sacrificed to the gods, one after another, built and destroyed on the assembly line of machine production.

Butterflies exist not only to create legions of powerful and terrifying monsters, but also to sacrifice to the evil gods they believe in.

This secret is a secret that Yun Luan and Nan Zheng did not dare to declare from beginning to end after they knew it. Because behind that secret is too terrifying and bloody, full of illusion and unreality, but also contradictory and terrifying.

"I didn't expect it to be found after being hidden for so many years. Although the evil consequences of the year did not befall me, they did befall Iris. Yun Luan sat down on the side of the bed and muttered to herself, her eyes staring down at the uncarpeted tiles beneath her feet, reflecting her dark figure.

The glamorous face gradually lost its blood, and Yun Luan's clear and beautiful eyes revealed undisguised sadness and self-blame: "Although giving up the lives of a small number of people can be exchanged for the lives of the vast majority of people, but in the final analysis, Nan Zheng and I are both sinners. She raised her eyes to look at Nan Fusheng in front of her, her eyes almost heartbreaking.

Nan Zheng walked to his beloved wife's side silently, raised his arm and tightly wrapped his arms around Yun Luan's shoulders. In fact, almost all the special police officers sent to encircle and suppress the butterfly nest died in those days, and only a few escaped death.

The SWAT officers could have lived, but they all voluntarily chose to die.

For no other reason, their death can be exchanged for the survival of hundreds of millions of living beings, so those special police officers are brave and fearless in the face of destruction, sacrificing their blood and soul to the evil gods who are about to be resurrected, and sealing the ugly monsters that are about to be resurrected in a tragic way.

The appearance of that ugly monster, when Yun Luan and Nan Zheng went deep into the butterfly nest, they only felt that their souls were deeply shocked. Butterflies use the cloning technology they have mastered to unscrupulously collect the DNA of human elites, and then fuse them with the genes of some monsters to create ugly and powerful monsters.

When Yun Luan and Nan Zheng saw with their own eyes that at the end of the assembly line of those machine production, there were countless huge monsters, they only felt that their psychological defense line was almost collapsing.

Ugly and hideous monsters chew the 'food' in their mouths unscrupulously, and those ignorant replica genetic people have mutilated limbs, some are insane, and some have developed complete sanity and limbs. Their screams and wails sounded like a beautiful and elegant concert in the ears of the monsters, who tore and chewed with excitement, dismantling the scarlet, sticky flesh and bone into pieces.

The butterfly's nest is a hell created by humans, and countless devils live in it.

The gilt golden beam of light soaked Yun Luan's body, but she still felt that her blood was condensed because of the cold, she raised her eyes to look at Nan Fusheng, and the words she said made the other party shudder: "Iriswood is a human being created by replicating genes, not so much a human being, but a puppet at the mercy of others, and it is also food that is about to be fed to the demon." Nan Zheng and I rescued Kite during our mission, and Kite helped us escape from the treacherous and complicated butterfly nest. ”

At this point, Yun Luan slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and his smile was poignant and broken: "The iris is the most perfect test made by butterflies. She helped me and Nanzheng escape from the underground palace, and in the same way she angered the butterfly leader who created her. ”

For the butterfly leader, all the replica gene people are his livestock and puppets, and when Iris betrayed the butterfly and rescued Yun Luan and the others from the underground palace, the butterfly leader had already decided to slaughter this disobedient livestock with his own hands.