Chapter 108: 108: villain demon (17)

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In the grassy valley, two young girls are chasing butterflies in the forest—
"Alan, hurry up! There is a beautiful butterfly here!"
"Ah! A Man! You caught it, you are so good!"
A black phoenix butterfly was carefully circled between the two hands by the girl. The beautiful butterfly fluttered its wings and seemed to fly out of the girl ’s palm at any time, but at this time it seemed to be attracted by something. White hands lingered in his heart, so he refused to fly away.
"Aman!"
The young Ye Lan ran to A Man's side with excitement: "It's so beautiful! A Man, it seems to like you very much!"
"right."
A Man blinked, and then spread his palms flatly: "Papilio, Papilio, although I also like you, but ... you and I are two worlds, you have to go back to your own world."
The girl ’s tender and sweet voice slowly sounded, and the black phoenix butterfly seemed to understand her. Yes, after the girl ’s palm danced, she fanned her wings to fly.
"call"
At this time, a strange cold wind blew past, and a red figure suddenly appeared beside the two girls--
"mother!"
"Master!"
When A Man and Ye Lan saw the woman in red with a half-mask, she immediately called out respectfully.
The woman in red slightly raised her eyebrows and raised her hand, the fluttering butterfly just appeared in the palm of her hand. At this moment, her palm seemed to have an invisible net, which caught the body of the fluttering butterfly. How can not struggle.
"Aman, in this world, the more beautiful things are, the more fragile they are. Why don't you understand?"
...
"mother!"
Hu Yanlun awakened from his sleep. At this time, the night outside the window had not completely faded. Before dawn, it was the greatest darkness of the day.
Hu Yan's subconsciously raised his hand to touch the butterfly mask beside his pillow
The more beautiful the more vulnerable.
The more you love, the more impermanent.
The butterfly mask in her hand is like the black phoenix butterfly she encountered in her childhood. Until now, Hu Yanxian still clearly remembers the black phoenix butterfly struggling to die in vain.
The more struggling, the more painful.
Papilio is dead.
Just as Aman was also dead.
Hu Yan's eyes dropped, and he slowly raised his hand and put the butterfly mask on her face. This mask was not used to cover her face, and she didn't need to use anything to enhance her shame and mystery.
She just wanted to remind herself all the time—
Aman is dead.
There is no such thing as Aman in this world.
and so……
Feng Yanxiao, even if you go back to the Central Plains, you will never find the little girl back then.
The wound on the shoulder was still faintly painful, and Hu Yanfeng forced herself to take a cold look. She shouldn't have been injured yesterday, but she was caught in a trance when she was furious with the war.
Hu Yanxian looked at his own hands with cold eyes. These hands are murderous hands. These hands are the hands covered with blood
Brother Feng, I will never see you again ...

Above the mountain, the morning mist was thick.
Xia Beibei, dressed in a red dress, stood on the top of the mountain and stood against the wind.
Looking around, you can vaguely see the two horses at the bottom of the mountain that are still fighting. The blood-red ones are the disciples of the blood-clothed door, and the people wearing various martial arts costumes are naturally the people of the Wulin League.
"Oh, it's quite lively."
A lazy male voice suddenly sounded behind Xia Beibei, Xia Beibei's eyes were stern, and at the moment of turning around, countless faint lights had screamed away in the direction of the sound.
"Gee, really, the wasp's tail needle is the most poisonous woman's heart."
Feng Jiutian, dressed in black, flashed Xia Beibei's hidden weapon, squinted, and looked at her ridiculously.
"Lord Lord Feng?"
Xia Beibei saw that Feng Jiutian was behind her, and she was relieved: "If I knew you were the Lord Feng, how could I use a hidden weapon to deal with you?"
It ’s right to cut him with a kitchen knife, cough.
"Ok?"
Feng Jiutian raised his eyebrows and looked at Xia Beibei indifferently: "As a sage girl in the blood-clothed door, you seem to haven't been in battle all the time, how come, are you still injured?"
With that, Feng Jiutian looked at Xia Beibei up and down involuntarily.
"Thank you for your concern, it's almost okay."
Xia Beibei casually replied and turned to look at the battlefield under the mountain: "If I guessed right, you are the Lord Feng, are you looking for that person?"
That person is naturally Churan.
Although it is not known who Chu Ran is, he is always destroying the plot of this world.
Yesterday, Xia Beibei suspected that the person who spread rumors everywhere on the martial arts was Chu Ran. Now that Feng Jiutian is seen, Xia Beibei is almost certain that that person must be Chu Ran, and others are hiding in the martial arts league. Feng Jiutian came naturally for Chu.
Churan ...
Hearing Xia Beibei mentioning Chu Ran, Feng Jiutian's expression solemnly rose, but it was only a momentary thing.
In an instant, Feng Jiutian regained his lazy look.
In this world, no one can see that he is not a real Feng Jiutian.
He almost perfectly interpreted everything about Feng Jiutian, poison tongue, vengeance, laziness, hanging child Lang.
Even the people of Tianxianglou have never known that their landlord has been replaced by a core ...
As an excellent law enforcer, it is necessary to perfectly control and perform various roles.
Yan Yicheng looked at Xia Beibei on the top of the mountain, with a faint smile in his eyes
Qingling said that she liked Xia Beibei, but Yan Yicheng didn't believe her.
He did not appear to be beside Xia Beibei on purpose, nor did he need to prove to anyone that he did not like her.
He appeared here because he wanted to take Chu Ran back, and that's all ...
"Do you know Feng Yancao?"
A morning breeze blew, blowing a piece of blue silk from Xiabeibei, red clothes flying, and ink hair flying.
She suddenly turned around and looked at Feng Jiutian coldly: "Lord Lord Feng, you Tianxianglou are known to be omniscient and omnipotent, then do you know why Feng Yancao came to Central Plains?"
"Feng Yanwu?"
Hearing Xia Beibei mentioned the name, Feng Jiutian raised an eyebrow with interest: "I naturally know what he is for, why, Ye Lan, are you interested in him?"
"Sell me."
Xia Beibei suddenly raised her hand, and a stack of silver tickets fluttered with the wind: "Sell me the news of Feng Yanluo, I will give you all this money!"
"What do you want his message to do?"
Feng Jiutian was standing still, looking at Xia Beibei with deep eyes.
"I want to soak him, can I?"
Xia Beibei rolled his eyes. Why is this Feng Jiutian so mother-in-law today? It is not his style not to make money.
Cough.
Hearing Xia Beibei's words, Feng Jiutian's complexion changed a bit, and then returned to normal: "Oh, you said earlier, since it is not impossible to sell it to you, ten thousand two, no two price!"
Xia Beibei: ...
Why don't you go robbery?
No, there are not so many robberies.
but……
"Deal!"
Xia Beibei once again pulled out a stack of silver tickets-the blood-clothed door is rich, so Lan Jie played so capriciously.