He is like a lion on the grassland, eager to fight, eager to conquer, eager to have everything.

Every move in it is scorching his extraordinary.

That kind of heroic spirit is something that the ghost butterfly has never seen, but in this heroism, it is deliberately restrained a little, that is, there is no lack of mature stability, and it does not lose the unique charm of men.

The ghost butterfly stood by a pillar in the doorway, her hands clasped to her chest, and her dark eyes didn't know where to look.

What is she looking at?

The goal?

Look at the eyes again, in those eyes, the black can't shine a shadow, the dreamy pupils are full of unknowns, and the layers of black overlap make people can't see her heart clearly,

Only the slightly open curvature of the corners of her mouth makes people have a little chance to guess her heart,

However, the slight arc is not like a laugh. Not even laughing at all.

Lion? It's just a slightly ferocious prey.

It's easy to catch a lion.

may be a natural alertness,

Although the ghost butterfly didn't say a word, it didn't make any sound, and it didn't even let out a little aura.

Hua Li narrowed her delicate black eyes, gently put down her pen, and looked towards the place where the ghost butterfly stood.

Years later, Huali recalled that glance,

At that moment, the black cloak covered her emaciated body, but the girl straightened her waist. Like a green bamboo that grows in a solid rock.

Obviously has a vulnerable appearance, but has that deadly sense of conquest.

Anyone who has seen her will understand......

But the current Huali is not a prophet, and he doesn't know what will happen after the order.

Although Hua Li saw the ghost butterfly at first glance, there was some unknown emotion.

But that unclear emotion is never a well-intentioned emotion.

This is obvious to everyone who cares.

So when Huali saw the ghost butterfly, she immediately picked up the sword that never left her side.

He took the bandage from the saber in one hand.

With a strong push with one hand, I don't know when, the sword was covered with that murderous wind aura.

This wind, like a whistling dragon, flutters its claws and strikes at the ghost butterfly.

The tenacious blade broke through the air, pointing only at the throat of the ghost butterfly,

The flowers and trees next to it also dispersed because of the fluctuation of this aura.

The ghost butterfly didn't move.

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Whispering: ←_← heroine, what were you thinking when Huali swung her sword at you? Didn't even move.

Ghost Butterfly: ...............

Whispering: (?_?) Don't stop talking, the reader will think I'm making up words.

Ghost Butterfly: ............

Whispering: Okay......... 〒_〒 I can't wash it now when I jump into the Yellow River.

Devil Butterfly: I was just touching the rope around my waist......... Did you shoot a sword?

Whisper: ╭(°A°')╮ Whatever rope it is. Heroine. Hide!!

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