A cool breeze blows and the treetops rustle.

It was like a low cry of grief.

Xing Nanye lowered his eyes and laughed stupidly.

After a while, he raised his eyes and said faintly, "I'll help you get the delicate gall." ”

Su Ruotang narrowed his eyes: "Xing Nanye, are you mentally demented again?" ”

Taking outsiders to dig the tombs of their ancestors, if there were no cerebral thrombosis for decades, I am afraid that they would not be able to do this.

Xing Nanye covered his eyes with grief and resentment: "The wolf son of the king of Nanchen has the ambition of sending people to Xingying several times, if it weren't for my Xingying Gu technique to suppress Nanchen, I'm afraid Xingying would have been annexed by Nanchen a long time ago." ”

He looked at Mo Yingyan fixedly: "Third prince, I can take you to take Linglong Guts, but you must agree to my request." ”

Mo Yingyan's expression was cold and indifferent: "Say it." ”

"In your lifetime, protect the stars and the stars, and don't hurt the people of the stars and the stars."

He knew that the area of the stars was small and the national strength was weak.

can make Nanchen and Dongqi jealous for a thousand years, all by one-handed Gu technique.

But Nanchen's ambition was gradually exposed, and if he injured the enemy by 1,000 and damaged himself by 800, he would definitely be able to take down the stars.

And Dongqi has Su Ruotang, and the medical poison Gu is not weak.

It is no longer difficult for the army to set foot on the stars.

Su Ruotang threw himself on Mo Yingyan, wanting to get her feelings, unless he used amnesia Gu.

But he wasn't sure that he would be able to succeed in the Gu.

After all, he didn't succeed in raising that Gu worm.

And the other way is to be friends with Mo Yingyan.

Take them to the Imperial Tomb and use the delicate gall to lure out the cold Gu in his body.

The three princes of Dongqi have a promise of a thousand gold, and they have the grace of saving their lives, and Mo Yingyan is embarrassed to drive him away again.

He could go with them to the East.

If you can't get Su Ruotang, you also have to go to Mo Yingyan.

He was smart and chose to save Mo Yingyan.

Mo Yingyan bowed: "Yes." ”

He didn't have the idea of annexing the stars.

will not let Nanchen annex the stars.

The king of Nanchen was brutal, and the people of Nanchen were miserable.

If it weren't for Nanchen's Gu, the army of Dongqi would have leveled the capital of Nanchen three years ago.

When he relieves the cold Gu and returns to Dongqi, he must solve Nanchen's big trouble.

Xing Nanye glanced at the man in black behind him: "Stay in the forest as cover." ”

"Yes, Your Highness." More than a dozen people responded respectfully.

Xing Nanye raised his eyes and looked into the distance, squinting his eyes, "That black butterfly in the mountains and forests of Jingzhou was raised by you, right?" ”

He didn't look at Su Ruotang, but everyone knew that he was asking Su Ruotang.

Su Ruotang's well-trimmed fingertips slammed into his palm.

She pursed her lips, her eyes twinkle.

Xing Nanye...... Guessed that she raised a Gu butterfly?

Pursing the corners of his lips, Su Ruotang just wanted to say no.

Xing Nanye turned around suddenly and looked at her fixedly, "That butterfly, what is the origin?" ”

He rummaged through all the books, but couldn't find the origin of the black butterfly.

Su Ruotang secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said casually, "I don't know, I found it on a poisonous weed." ”

Xing Nanye's eyes lit up: "Can I take a look at it?" ”

Su Ruotang thought about it and slowly raised his hand.

As she raised her hand, the water sleeve moved slightly.

A white butterfly with three golden laces on its wings crawled out of her sleeve and landed on the tip of her middle finger.

The wings are lightly fanned, and they are beautiful.

Xing Nanye's mind was attracted by the Gu butterfly: "Why is it white?" ”

Su Ruotang found an excuse to be perfunctory: "Well, it was naughty and had to play with mud, so it dyed itself black." ”

Xing Nanye: "......"

He looked at her faintly: "Do you think I believe it?" ”

Su Ruotang blinked: "There is a rule that butterflies can't play with mud?" ”

Mo Yingyan smiled lightly in his throat: "No." ”

He stretched out his finger and tapped the Gu Butterfly's wings.

Gu Butterfly stretched out its tentacles, rubbed his fingertips affectionately, and with a flap of its wings, it landed on the back of Mo Yingyan's hand.

Xing Nanye squinted at Gu Butterfly.

There was surprise and confusion in his eyes.

The Gu butterflies raised by the ancestors of the stars and shadows a hundred years ago were white all over and only the size of a quail egg.

This wing has a pattern, and it is about the size of a duck's egg.

and the Gu butterflies described in the book, except that they are all butterflies, they don't match anything else.

He looked at it for a moment, and suddenly stretched out his hand, "The more beautiful things are, the more dangerous they really are." ”

"Don't touch it!" Su Ruotang's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly spoke.

The next moment, seeing that his fingertips were about to touch the Gu Butterfly, a chill suddenly rose in Xing Nanye's heart.

Instinctively, he retracted his fingers, and his body quickly retreated.

"Come back." Mo Yingyan drank coldly, flew towards Xing Nanye's Gu Butterfly, and his body was stunned.

It flapped its wings and flew back into Su Ruotang's sleeve slowly.

Su Ruotang breathed a sigh of relief, his little face was angry, and he glared at Xing Nanye, "Bai was born in the star underworld, don't you even understand the truth that you can't touch any creature casually?" ”

Xing Nanye's feminine eyes stared at her sleeves tightly, and her expression was full of grievances, "Then why can he touch it?" ”

Su Ruotang rolled his eyes: "He is my husband, not to mention the butterflies I raise, he can touch all my things." ”

Xing Nanye had a mouthful of old blood in his heart.

I was almost killed by a butterfly for a second, and now I was stuffed with a mouthful of dog food.

He came up, what was he trying to do?

He snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

Su Ruotang dragged Mo Yingyan and followed with a smile.

The further you go in, the heavier the mist becomes.

The sounds of insects and birds also gradually disappeared.

The sound of the water is getting clearer and more urgent.

Su Ruotang pursed her lips tightly, and the curvature of her cheeks was completely straight.

As she went deeper, the woods became denser and denser, and her soft and warm palms were soaked with a thin layer of sweat.

Mo Yingyan sensed her nervousness, took her hand, gently wiped the sweat from her palm, and said softly: "This is not an underground river, it's okay." ”

Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was some swelling and pain in his throat, "Ah Yan, I will definitely get Linglong gall." ”

Mo Yingyan nodded: "My little begonia is the most powerful." ”

Xing Nanye also noticed that Su Ruotang's spirit was too tense.

He said quietly: "Beautiful sister." ”

Suddenly hearing this long-lost title, Su Ruotang was stunned.

Xing Nanye softly hooked the corners of her lips, her fingertips picked up the jade pendant on her waist, and her voice was like a warbler's cry, "Beautiful sister, I want to drink the fresh milk porridge you boiled." ”

Su Ruotang pouted: "That's your daddy's boil, not me." ”

Hearing the three words daddy, Xing Nanye's soft fox eyes darkened.

He pursed the corners of his lips and subconsciously clenched the jade pendant in his hand, "Beautiful sister, leave a line in life, and see you in the future." ”

He is two months younger than Su Ruotang, and it is normal for her to call her sister.

But daddy daddy......

Oh, after recovering his mind, these two words really couldn't come out of his mouth.

The tension in Su Ruotang's heart dissipated a little.

She smiled with red lips: "You call me a beautiful sister, why don't you recognize Daddy?" ”

Xing Nanye: "......"

In my mind, those days of losing my mind suddenly came to mind.

How did he lie on Mo Yingyan's bedside, want to sleep with him, and even ask him to coax himself to sleep......

Those unbelievable behaviors, he still dare not recall.

He felt that the memory must have been forced into his head.

At this time, Mo Yingyan's voice as smooth as cold jade drilled into his ears, "Good, call daddy, cook fresh milk porridge for you." ”