She stretched out her hand, and the silver butterfly landed on her fingertips.

The silver butterfly's wings trembled, vaguely flattering.

Jiang Yu narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, she stared at the silver butterfly that landed on her fingertips and began to look at it, and suddenly said to the little milk dumpling: [When I was in the Divine Prison, there didn't seem to be this kind of butterfly. 】

Hearing this, the little milk dumpling took a look: [This butterfly ......]

It was stunned for a moment, [This butterfly is a different species, it seems that it needs to be cultivated by Gu worms to grow. 】

[Gu worm? Jiang Yu raised her eyebrows.

The little milk dumpling nodded: [Yes, this seems to be a silver butterfly unique to Miao Jiang. Why is Miao Jiang's silver butterfly here? 】

Jiang Fei's deep and bewitching eyes suddenly smiled with a soul-hooking smile: [Who knows, pinch it to death~]

Little Milk Dumplings: 【!】 】

The silver butterfly that landed between the girls seemed to suddenly sense the danger, fluttered its wings, left the girl's fingertips, and flew away in one direction.

Jiang Yu saw that it had escaped, and sighed: [It's running quite fast. 】

This candidate 31*wXw. coM Zhang. The little milk dumpling didn't know what to say.

Ancestor, do you have any obsession with pinching butterflies to death?

Xiao Milk Tuanzi was deeply suspicious, the old ancestor hated butterflies so much, could it be that the old ancestor had suffered a loss under the hands of butterflies before, so he wanted to kill a butterfly when he saw it?

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The quiet ethnic group was silent, every house was lit by fire, and the figures of the clansmen were reflected in the windows, but there was no sound at all.

In the distance, a silver butterfly with a silver-white light fluttered its wings and shuttled through the flat houses of the clan to a quiet place.

The windows of the house were ajar, and the silver butterfly flew in through the crack, and in the dim light, the silver butterfly landed on the shoulders of the young man who was sitting quietly by the window.

The faint light could only see the young man's intricate cold blue robe, whose hair was extremely long, falling down like a waterfall.

He sat there, very quiet.

The moonlight suddenly shifted, and the light came from the diagonal side of the youth.

The contour of his side face is soft and smooth, the delicate eyebrow bones support the straight and superior bridge of the nose, the wind blows, blowing the white ribbon he ties in front of his eyes, the long hair brushes his cheeks, and the young man purses his thin lips without emotion, cold and indifferent.

After a long time, the quiet young man slowly raised his arm, and the wide sleeves slipped off, revealing half of the young man's snow-white and delicate wrists.

The silver butterfly that landed on the young man's shoulder seemed to have received some order, shook its wings and quietly landed on the young man's slender fingertips, and rubbed him with its wings affectionately.

Under the night, the young man's cold and flat voice came unhurriedly: "She's here, isn't she?" ”

The silver butterfly flutters its wings.

He stopped talking, got up from the side of the bed, and suddenly a small bell sounded in the room.

It was only at this time that people noticed that the long strand of thick ink that hung on the young man's chest, the ends of which were tied with fine satin and decorated with a small silver bell.

Not only that, but the cold cyan robe with complicated patterns on his body was also decorated with many small silver bells, and as the young man walked step by step, the small bells shook gently, making a slight crisp sound.

Controlling the big and making the owl. As if the white satin covering his eyes was completely absent, he walked slowly to the window without hindrance.

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