。 "Lady...... Please cherish it. ”

Ghost Butterfly glanced back at Madame Lady, and the dark color couldn't tell what she was trying to say.

Then he walked out without looking back, as if without any nostalgia.

As she once said, the end of every eagle's flight is the sky.

If you want to be an eagle, you must control your emotions and not let some mundane things interfere with your progress.

Others might call her callous at this time, but she doesn't care.

If others want to scold, she has no opinion, her nature is like this, this is a fact that cannot be changed.

Of course, she is not too ruthless to Mrs. Shu,

Rather, in Ghost Butterfly's opinion, she thinks that Mrs. Shu is not her biological mother after all, and at most she is just an elder.

Everything she gave herself was just reducing her guilt, and it was just an innate human habit.

It's just an additional task for her, but thank her.

Such a good mother.........

Own mother............

And if you continue to talk to Mrs. Shu, maybe Bai Mozhu will come.

She wasn't afraid of being seen by him, but for herself.........

She's also selfish, and she doesn't want to waste any more time.

In her opinion. Time is incomparably precious,

What's more, the book of her own person is almost a page of these six pages, and it will take her several months to complete it at this rate.

also blames Bai Mozhu, who made him a child of the emperor's family. is naturally suspicious, and it is very difficult to guess their hearts, otherwise Tianling'er didn't know that he loved her until she died, which caused a lot of trouble for herself.

Ghost Butterfly quickly walked out of Sunset City, looked back at the three big golden characters, reached out to take off his cloak, and gently twisted the top of the cloak with his little hand.

At that moment, it was as if the air was frozen, as if every movement of the ghost butterfly taking off the cloak was slowed down, and every movement was extremely clear.

Ghost Butterfly's eyes suddenly flashed coldly, turned around, and Mo Gui, who didn't know when he took it out of his waist, had already fallen into the small palm of Ghost Butterfly's little hand that was about to take off the cloak, shot straight out, and flew straight in front of her,

To be exact, the top of a tree, because it was still summer, and the dense foliage obscured everything that could be seen from the tree.

As soon as Mo Gui entered the tree, he disappeared, as if the flying knife of the ghost butterfly just now was just a dream, leaving only the sound of the sadistic air that had just been ejected,

"Is it the same trick again? Tianling'er, now Lian Gu feels bored. The voice of playfulness came out of the tree.