Dark red butterflies, there seem to be many, many butterflies.

Ting Lan was a little scared. She is pure by nature, whether it is 30,000 years in the Snow Pavilion or more than 20,000 years in the Miaohua Realm, she has never had such an embarrassing appearance now. I saw beautiful creatures, in front of my eyes, turned into powder. This kind of thing will always give people a little shock.

Are these butterflies crazy?

In the fragile barrier, her horror seemed so pale and powerless.

Is this a fantasy?

Why, my fingertips, and these white powders. What do these powders mean?

These butterflies are the butterflies that are raised.

The heart can't help but become very impetuous.

In such impetuousness, no one can wake up the woman who has been sleeping for many years.

Sleep, sleep, sleep, let her fall into a permanent sleep!

Those who have hidden the brilliant brilliance in their hearts! When will you wake up?

A distant call, like a mother coaxing a baby's murmur. Through the fragile barrier, Ting Lan couldn't hear anything.

The butterflies that were going to turn into powder in her hands kept the same pose.

It seems that this group of butterflies is a butterfly.

Butterflies, butterflies, why do you want to turn my hands into powder?

What are you trying to tell me?

After taking a few steps back, Ting Lan became very surprised when she realized that it was of no practical use. She stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Who raised these butterflies?

Do these butterflies recognize themselves as another person?

Her mind raced.

Suddenly, I remembered that day, in that pure white cave, the strange tea set was also very strange, and it obeyed its own orders. That set of tea sets made the black shadow-like Nine Charms frightened.

Could it be this butterfly, who also recognizes himself as another person?!

Isn't the woman in the dark red garment the high priest of the phoenix?

Could it be that these butterflies were raised by the high priest of Ruhuang back then?

Butterfly, butterfly, you have something to say!

She's not the High Priestess of the Phoenix!

If she can become the high priest of the Snow Pavilion in the future, she will definitely take on her responsibilities - for the common people, for the Three Realms, and for the persistent pursuit in her heart.

But back then, he was just a little earth fairy. How do you have a connection with such a powerful High Priest of the Phoenix? Could it be that he is the reincarnation of the High Priest of the Phoenix?

Don't be funny! I jumped into the marrow pool, and I couldn't make a three lives and three lives for myself. The only memory is what I wanted to deliberately forget, the story of Miaohuajing.

She is only over 50,000 years old now, and the only two memories of the past are Miaohuajing and Snow Pavilion. As for the years when the sub-chaos was not opened and the wisdom was not revealed, I can't remember it very much!

What a strange thing!

These butterflies, I am afraid that they are the same as the tea sets they met that day, and they also recognize themselves as the high priests of the phoenix.

It's not fun at all!

Otherwise, how could these butterflies willingly die in front of their masters?

Her heart was suddenly filled with a kind of compassion.

Heck, these butterflies are actually very cute, but they seem to be a little silly. Hasn't the High Priestess of Ruhuang been in the Chaos for many years?

But these butterflies don't seem to appreciate it at all. What a silly one!

When the high priest of Ruhuang left, what kind of mood did he feel when he left such a group of butterflies?

Ting Lan stuck out her tongue, not knowing what kind of mood she had to face these butterflies.

At the same time, she felt a little guilty in her heart. Well, she's really not the High Priestess of the Phoenix!

These little butterflies! Why are you like this, one after the other! The high priest of the phoenix must have wanted you to survive back then!

She stayed in the corner of the barrier at a loss, watching the butterflies flutter with mixed feelings.

How can these butterflies, as if they are not afraid of their own enchantments?

Wouldn't it be better if you narrowed your own enchantment and let these butterflies separate from you?

Thinking so, she immediately set to work.

Unexpectedly, when the fingertips moved slightly, suddenly, he was injured by an unfamiliar force on the butterfly's body. The tender white fingers are full of shocking blood-red flowers.

Don't these butterflies want to be separated from themselves?

She felt a pain in her heart.

A miracle, right now, happened.

The butterflies, one by one, flew to Ting Lan's hand, touched her fingertips, and then turned to powder.

Being covered with white powder, covering the wound, I felt an unprecedented coolness.

The cool feeling seems to be like a handkerchief, and like a pair of gentle hands, caressing their wounds.

Ting Lan wiped the white powder off her hand and carefully examined her hand.

Those blood-red flowers have disappeared into invisibility!

These butterflies are protecting themselves!

Perhaps, these butterflies are for their own sake, for the sake of the disciples of the Snow Pavilion!

Ting Lan couldn't help but burst into tears.

These silly butterflies are quite cute.

She crouched in the enchantment, looked at the fluttering butterflies, and suddenly had an idea in her heart.

If you can, let these butterflies speak, okay?

She closed her eyes, silently reciting the set of mental methods she had learned in the pure white stone cave.

She remembered that in the last chapter of the Mental Method, there was a great deal of power. She had never tried to use such power.

Now, I am in such a torrential rain, and I am healed by such an unknown group of butterflies.

The mood is inexplicably a little complicated.

Maybe these butterflies think of themselves as another person. Can you really enjoy the gifts of these butterflies with peace of mind?

The thought flashed, and I only felt that my mind was clear and the sea was bright.

However, the mantra and the mental method, it seems, at that moment, collapsed, collapsed, collapsed at a rapid pace!

The sound of crying, in the midst of the enchantment, was piercing and sad.

She opened her eyes in surprise.

I saw the butterfly in my hand, under the dark red wings, landing in my palm, moist water.

Butterflies, also tears?

The sound of a baby's cry resounded throughout the barrier.

There seem to be three butterflies left.

On the spot, she withdrew the barrier.

It's too late. The three butterflies, weeping prostrately, turned to powder after touching Ting Lan's fingertips.

Ting Lan felt that her heart was empty.

Rocks were flying, and torrential rain was pouring in. The stone hit her body, and she didn't realize it. The rain soaked her clothes and her long black hair—and she stood there like a puppet.