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I don't know if it's because of the special site or the beauty of the structural layout, although it is close to the street, it seems to be isolated from the noise of the world, and the sound from the outside can rarely come here.

There seem to be very few people here, and the sun shines for a while a day, and even in the middle of summer, when there is no wind at all, it gives people a cold and quiet feeling.

At this time, in this deep and quiet alley, dozens of butterflies of all sizes are flying, butterflies are fluttering, eyes are like ink, and the wings are all blood red, which is very beautiful.

Suddenly, a low dog bark broke the silence, and at the end of the cold alley suddenly a small yellow dog spun out, with its ears standing and its almond eyes glaring, its tail curled up like a scimitar.

The little yellow dog is desperately chasing a yellow and white colorful domestic cat, the domestic cat "meow" escaped quickly, turned the alley The cat suddenly stopped, as if facing the enemy, the hair stood upside down, even the tail was raised high, and the mouth made a low "whine" sound.

The little yellow dog chased after him, and suddenly stopped behind the cat, and the little yellow dog suddenly became vigilant, ignoring the cat in front of him, as if there was something more terrible in the alley.

A little yellow dog and a little flower cat looked at the dozens of blood-red butterflies large and small in the alley in front of them, and the butterflies flew everywhere in the alley.

The cat and the dog had long forgotten about the chase, forgetting the opposition to each other, their noses fluttering, as if catching some smell in the air, and the more their noses moved, the more uneasy their eyes became.

In their eyes, if the ordinary butterflies in front of them don't pounce on them immediately, they have to catch a few to play with, but at this time, they look solemn, as if they are facing a great enemy, with horror in their eyes, in their eyes, where do the dozens of blood-red butterflies in the alley look like butterflies?

Twenty or thirty butterflies turned their little heads to the cat and dog at the end of the alley, and their eyes rolled, and they suddenly fluttered their blood-red wings and pounced on the cat and dog.

The little yellow dog felt that the blood was flying in front of him, and where did he still look like a butterfly? It was terrified to the extreme, barked in a low voice, pulled out its legs and turned around and ran away for its life, turned around the alley and disappeared all at once, and did not even dare to look back.

On the bluestone, the yellow and white colorful flower cat stared at the blood-red butterflies fluttering, and the cat's eyes seemed to see the blood-red ghost vision, only to be so shocked that the hair on its whole body stood up like needles, which was terrifying.

"Aim-" exclaimed, the flower cat jumped on the window of a house next to him, the window was dark, the flower cat jumped in without thinking about it, and vaguely could hear the sound of knocking over things from the window, it can be seen that the flower cat did not dare to stay for a moment, knowing that the faster the escape, the better.

In the bazaar, groups of people were surprised to see a group of blood-red butterflies flying, but they felt that those butterflies were still very good-looking, at first they were admiring them with curious eyes, but looking at them, they suddenly felt a burst of horror in their hearts for no reason, and no one dared to touch the group of blood-colored butterflies.

There was a pigtailed urchin who jumped up on his feet and waved his hand to catch a blood-colored butterfly close overhead, and the butterfly's wings fluttered higher and higher, where could the little urchin reach.

The woman beside the little urchin slapped the child, clasped her hands together and said something to the group of blood-colored butterflies, very respectful and afraid, as if begging for forgiveness.

When people found that the butterflies had turned some of the blood on the street, and that the blood had also turned into blood-colored butterflies, they felt cold in their spines, sweaty hands and feet, and numb in their scalps.

"Where did the butterfly demon come from to pretend to be a ghost here?"

With a loud shout, a person suddenly fell into the air in a restaurant next to the street, this person looked like he was in his forties, with a beard under his chin, wearing a blue robe, and the whole person looked very energetic.

This is a monk, a pure steel sword in his right hand has been unsheathed, and without saying a word, he directly chased after the group of blood-colored butterflies in the distance, and the speed of his body made the ordinary people on the street stunned.

Approaching the group of blood-colored butterflies, the monk shouted, "Butterfly demon, where to go?"

There were more than a dozen blood-colored butterflies flying at the back turned around, and the black diamond-like eyes stared at the pursuer, at this time the monk had already chased closer, and when he observed the dozen blood-colored butterflies more closely, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart, and his Dao heart was a little unstable.

The monk only felt that the group of blood-colored butterflies was very terrifying, far from what he could deal with at his level, and then the dozen or so blood-colored butterflies, you look at me, I look at you, and suddenly they all pounced on that monk.

The monk felt that his eyes were full of blood, and his heart was so frightened that his scalp was numb, and he exclaimed, and turned around and ran, running much faster than when he was chasing, and the dozen or so butterflies chased after him only for a while, and then he ignored the embarrassed runner, and turned around, and caught up with the large group of blood-colored butterflies in front of him.

Out of the alley, through the market, through the archway, to the suburbs, hundreds of blood-colored butterflies along the route that Zhuge Baiyun ran with the demon blue butterfly all the way over, all the way to the blood of the blue butterfly.

There are more and more blood-colored butterflies, and when they reach the suburbs, there are more than 200 blood-colored butterflies of all sizes, and in the wild, the butterflies are more cheerful, or dancing, or chasing and playing, and they have not forgotten to ignite the blood of the blue butterflies on the ground.

The blood of the blue butterfly on the ground became less and less, and the further ahead, the farther apart each drop of the blue butterfly's blood became, and when they approached the hut by the stream not far away, no more blue butterfly blood was found.

When the last smear of blue butterfly blood on the petals of a white wildflower was awakened and turned into a small red butterfly, the blood-colored butterflies flying all over the mountains suddenly all gathered and gathered in one direction.

Two or three hundred blood-colored butterflies, large and small, gathered together, flying in the same direction, there was like a blood-colored butterfly tornado, the two or three hundred blood-colored butterflies swirled, and finally merged together, gradually forming the appearance of a young woman.

This young woman wore a rose-colored red gauze dress, which was long and swaying to the floor, the skirt was embroidered with red butterfly dark lines, and a rose red belt was used to tie the delicate waist that could not be grasped, and the black hair was decorated with metallic red butterflies, exuding a metallic luster.

She has long hair to her waist, black and straight, no powder on her face, only to feel that the flower and the moon look like a hibiscus out of the water, the skin is like a condensed fat like a quiet orchid, and then this vast countryside seems to be more glorious because of her, she is the most beautiful one among the thousands of flowers in the mountains and fields.

Her beauty is extraordinary, giving people the feeling that she should not belong to this mortal world, but should be a fairy in the sky.

This woman who looks like a fairy looks exactly like the Demon Blue Butterfly, as if carved out of a mold, the same city and country, the same fairy appearance, the same slender body, and even her demeanor is very similar to the Demon Blue Butterfly.

Her dress and headdress are exactly the same as Blue Butterfly's, except that Blue Butterfly's dress and headdress are aqua blue, and her dress and headdress are rose red.

The blood-colored butterflies all over the mountains disappeared at once, and became a fairy who should have been in the sky, she stood among the flowers, and the most vivid flowers would be eclipsed.

A small red butterfly flew in, very beautiful, this woman who looks exactly like the blue butterfly stretched out her jade hand, the little butterfly fell on the back of her hand carved like white jade, the fairy looked at the blood-colored butterfly lovingly, and said, "Really good!"

Her voice is so wonderful, giving people a feeling of being in the clouds, listening to the indescribable comfort, as if the spring breeze is blowing, it is simply the most beautiful natural sound, her voice is exactly the same as the demon blue butterfly.

When the fairy walked to the stream, the surface of the originally bubbling stream was immediately as quiet as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky, reflecting the floating white clouds, and reflecting the peerless appearance of the fairy.

It turned out that this stream was the greatest honor to reflect the peerless face of the fairy, and it did not dare to destroy the fairy's beauty, so the stream did not care about the flow, and the water surface was calm into a mirror for the beauty to reflect at will.

For the first time, the fairy finally saw her face clearly, her face was as calm as water, without any joy or sorrow, as if she did not eat the fireworks of the world, she was wearing a rose-colored red gauze dress, she named herself - Red Butterfly.

In the cottage, in a small room, a simple small room, a table and two chairs, a window and a bed, the layout is simple but very stylish.

There is a person lying on the bed, the peerless face of the country and the city, like a fairy, is the magic blue butterfly, she closes her eyes slightly, her eyelashes are curved, quiet as a closed moon and a shy flower, and she is also the most beautiful sleeping beauty when she is sleeping.

There was a person sitting at the head of the bed, dressed in white like a cloud, with a handsome face, looking like a scholar, it was Zhuge Baiyun.

Zhuge Baiyun's hands trembled a little, and there was a basin of water, a towel and some medicine on the chair next to him.

His eyes were a little confused, and his gaze at the blue butterfly was also complicated and flickering, and he muttered to himself: "Save everything, you can't take advantage of her coma to take the opportunity, right?"

He sighed in his heart: "I shouldn't have saved you, but I really can't get used to what those people in the restaurant do." You and I have a great blood feud, and one day I will take revenge with my own strength. ”

He looked at her sleepy appearance, He Zeng didn't think that he was going to kill her now, Jane was as easy as a finger. He never thought that as long as the woman in front of him woke up, it would be easy for her to take his life. But his heart has always told himself: "The big husband disdains to take advantage of others' dangers, and he must be upright if he wants revenge." ”

He is extremely disgusted with the group of hypocrites in Baiyun Tower, who take advantage of the danger of others, what is the way to eliminate demons and defend the way, it is just a pretense for fame, Zhuge Baiyun doesn't want to be them.

Zhuge Baiyun recalled the faces of those people in the Baiyun Tower, and thought in his heart: "People, if you are not careful, you will become the kind of person you hate, I should restrain myself, firmly believe that evil does not prevail over good, and I can't become the kind of person I once hated." ”

Zhuge Baiyun looked at the fairy-like woman in front of him, and whispered to the sleeping beauty: "Don't worry, I won't take advantage of people's danger!"

After speaking, he began to untie her aqua blue belt, very light and light, this was the first time he touched the girl's body, his hands were a little trembling, and his face was already red.

Gently turning Lan Die's body sideways, and picking open part of her blouse, you can see a wound on the creamy skin behind her slender waist, which is the dagger wound left by the Black Tiger Gang Tong Feihu's sneak attack behind the back, and at this time, Zhuge Baiyun suddenly found that the dagger on Lan Die's waist was missing.

Zhuge Baiyun was surprised: "It's strange, the dagger was still in her waist when I was holding her, and I didn't dare to touch it, why is it missing now?"

Then he blamed himself a little: "It must have been when I ran with her in my arms, the dagger fell, hey! I just ran for my life at that time, and I didn't notice this, I'm really sorry!"

Outside the house, a peerless beauty came over, dressed in a rose-colored red gauze skirt, with a small red butterfly on her shoulder, she looked exactly like the blue butterfly, and it was the woman who called herself the red butterfly.

She didn't know that the countryside was so vast, although there was no road, and there were no roads everywhere, but she still walked towards a hut in the suburbs, and a strange sense of intimacy invisibly pulled her.

Under the threshold of the door of the hut, she saw a cold light flashing on the ground, and there was something falling there, and Red Butterfly picked it up, it was the dagger that was originally inserted in Blue Butterfly's waist, and perhaps this dagger fell here when Zhuge Baiyun carried Blue Butterfly into the house.

Red Butterfly looked at the bright blood stains left on the dagger, and suddenly a red light flashed in her pupils, and the blood stains on the dagger turned into three little red butterflies, the little red butterflies flew over, the red butterfly spread out her little hands, and the three blood-colored butterflies fell on the palm of the red butterfly spread out, and slowly disappeared into the palm of her hand.

The blade of the dagger is still bright, faintly cold, and now there is no blood at all, Red Butterfly looked at the dagger, and suddenly a trace of disgust suddenly floated inexplicably in her heart, she threw the dagger far away from the house, and the dagger immediately disappeared in the flowers and grass in the distance.

Red Butterfly didn't enter the door of the house, she went around to the house, where there was a delicate small window, through the small window, Red Butterfly looked into the house, only to see that it was a small and simple room, without too many furnishings, very simple.

There was a young man in white who was busy next to the bed, sweating profusely, his face was red, and there was a woman in a water-blue dress lying on the bed, her face was covered by the body of the young man in white, and she couldn't see her face.

Bai Yun disinfected the wound on Lan Die's waist, applied medicine, and then bandaged her wound, and gently helped her tie her belt, all the movements were done very carefully, as if he was afraid of hurting the fairy-like woman.

He lifted the clothes off Lan Die's shoulder, there was a knife mark on her skin Shengxue's shoulder, looking at this knife mark, Zhuge Baiyun couldn't help but recall the vicious battle in Baiyun Tower, his heart was still cold, he muttered: "That little bastard Jianglong knife qi is really powerful, if you want to replace me, that knife will already split him in half." ”

Bai Yun wiped the blood stains from the knife wound on Blue Butterfly's shoulder with disinfectant potion, disinfected her again, and then applied the medicine, and when the medicine was about dry, she pulled her clothes.

Zhuge Baiyun stood up at this time, wiped the sweat from his face, and held a basin of water on the chair with both hands to go out to pour it out, he didn't notice that there was a person standing outside the only window in the room at this time, and that person was looking at the small room.

At this time, the red butterfly outside the window finally saw the true face of the woman who gave her a sense of affection on the bed, and a "sister" couldn't help blurting out.