The butterfly worm was about to reach out to hug it, but suddenly he realized that something was wrong, this was not Xiaoya's character, this tone was absolutely wrong, she was as resolute and strong as her father.

The dancing butterfly insect opened the Xingshou bloodline in its body, and shouted in its mouth:

"Who are you, you are not Xiaoya. ”

Zhang Xiaoya's appearance suddenly disappeared from the eyes of the dancing butterfly insects. A flock of lovesick birds appeared around again, hovering in the air not far away, and there was actually an icy cliff at their feet.

Secretly said: "It's so dangerous, it's just one step away from falling." I don't know what is underneath, but a dark aura comes from below, and it definitely doesn't feel like a good place. ”

"Oops, it's cold. It's a weird place. ”

The butterfly dancer muttered to herself. Turning around and walking a few steps, I left the edge of the cliff and looked around.

There is light here, and the blue light illuminates the whole space, and it seems to be a world of ice and a sea of snow. Directly opposite erected a white jade carved archway, the style is simple, the appearance is solemn.

It seems that his judgment at the beginning was wrong, and it is not wrong to be wrong in the interior of the cocoon, but there don't seem to be any terrifying creatures here. It's a palace.

The temple in the distance is magnificent and beautiful, winding and solemn, and it looks like the female dependents belong.

Look closely, there are words on the archway, although it is covered by frost, but it can still be seen that it is two words.

Although it is difficult to discern what the characters are, the dancing butterfly insects have some research on ancient Chinese characters.

It can barely be seen that the first character should be the same as the broad compilation.

With just this word, the butterfly dancing insect has been determined, and this blue world must be the legendary Guanghan Palace.

In fact, when he first saw this temple, he had a guess.

It's just that I can't believe that the legendary holy palace really exists. So, does that person also exist?

After a moment's thought, the butterfly worm decided that no matter what, now that it was here, it was necessary to find out.

He took a firm step.

Walked through the archway, walked along the green jade paved path, there are many ice sculptures around, some are animals, some are plants, and the carving technique should be done by one person.

Not far away, a huge ice sculpture attracted the attention of the dancing butterfly insect, the ice sculpture is a heroic young image, holding a bow in his left hand, horizontal to his chest, and his right hand reaching behind his back to touch the arrows in the arrow basket, with his left foot in front and right foot behind, the vivid image is vivid.

The butterfly dancer pondered.

"This should be Dayi's image. ”

Dayi's ice sculpture is five meters high, and in the distance, there is an even bigger ice sculpture, which is a tree, a laurel tree.

This scene should be the scene when Dayi first met Chang'e. ”

The butterfly dancer walked to the giant ice tree, and looked up from the tree, only to see the branches and leaves, the flowers were clustered, and there was a circle of traces on the top edge of each petal flower, like a curved crescent moon quiet and beautiful.

This ice carved laurel tree can be described as miraculous, and I believe that there is no way in this world to carve such a laurel tree.

Reaching out and touching it, the texture should not be ice, much harder than ice. I don't know how long the ice sculpture has been standing here, and it is obvious that there should be no sublimation.

The frost on the trunk of the tree slowly slid down with the touch of the butterfly dancer, and there were words on the trunk, and the butterfly dancer quickly pushed away the nearby frost.

It is a poem, and this time these words are recognized by the butterfly insects, which is one of the ancient Chinese characters. The title and content of the poem are:

"Wish to Transform into a Cocoon" (Part II)

Acacia cocoons the moon heart,

Chilly white jade scarf.

Ten thousand years of frost immortality,

Dan will Dayi fall the sound of arrows.

The signature of the poem is Xiao'e. After reading this poem, the butterfly insect was shocked.

Looking up, the wisps of blue threads in the sky above were still emanating from the palace in front of them and blending into the thick cocoon.

He finally understood.

No wonder I have been thinking and nostalgic about some old things for no reason.

No wonder I saw Xiaoya again when I came in.

No wonder everything is blue here.

It's no wonder that people always see the moon with a hint of longing.

Blue is hesitation, lovesickness is sorrow. This huge cocoon is actually transformed by Chang'e's thoughts, which contains Chang'e's firm will.

If it weren't for his unusually strong mental power, I'm afraid that he would have been addicted to this ocean of lovesickness a long time ago.

The last two sentences should be to say that Chang'e Dan's heart is visible, waiting for the moment when Dayi shoots this place and takes her out.

The butterfly dancer was already very cold, and now it was shocked by Chang'e's unforgettable lovesickness. The spirit shivered, and his head was cold.

Dancing Butterfly Worm Heart:

"It's so cold, it seems that Chang'e should still be alive, I don't know what it looks like. Let's go over and take a look. If there is any danger, quickly summon the Linglong Pagoda to escape, but I don't know if I can pass through this lovesick cocoon. ”

Step by step, he walked towards the hall where the blue silk had spread.

Passing through the tall main hall, I came to the front of the temple at the back.

The threads are all emanating from here, and it looks like a boudoir.

The butterfly dancer shouted loudly, "May I ask where Fairy Chang'e is here?"

Through the voice changer, the middle-aged man's voice came out of the helmet of the spacesuit, but nothing happened. The butterfly dancer shouted twice more but still didn't reply.

So he had to be bold and say, "Forgive the boy, for offending." ”

After saying that, he pushed the door open little by little.

As the door opened little by little, everything in the room came into the eyes of the dancing butterfly insects.

Under the reflection of blue light, the utensils in the room look so dreamy, but it can be seen that everything here should be arranged in accordance with the style of the ancient peasant houses on the earth, simple and solemn, which is incompatible with the shape of the palace outside.

The room is also very large, with a very large white jade bed in the innermost position.

On the bed lay a peerless beauty, white dress like snow, bare feet, hands crossed on the abdomen, green silk hanging on the bed, constantly emitting blue light to float out of the window.

The butterfly dancer walked over step by step.

When he came to the white jade bedside and saw the beautiful woman's face, the butterfly insect was stunned.

It's so beautiful, how can there be such a beautiful person in the world.

In her two decades, she is holy and immaculate, without a trace of powder, which makes people fascinated and unavoidable.

Her eyebrows are picturesque and crooked. The lips are like vermilion, moisturizing and fragrant. Green silk is like a waterfall, scattered like a beautiful flower. The ears are like the moon, and the attachment is lingering. The body is well-proportioned and peerless. The eyes are natural, and the heart is clear.

The butterfly dancer blushed her cheeks, didn't dare to look at it, thinking about indecent looks, indecent looks, and slowly retreated. Prepare to leave here now, and may her beauty be eternal.

But at this moment, a crystal teardrop slipped from the corner of the beauty's eye, and an extreme cold emanated from it, and the majestic cold filled the room, emanating through the gap between the window and the temple.