The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 646 Raising Miaojiang Priests (6)

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

Silver Butterfly's wings trembled, vaguely flattering.

Concubine Jiang narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, she stared at the silver butterfly that landed on her fingertips and began to size up, then suddenly said to Xiaonaituanzi: [When I was in the God Prison, there seemed to be no butterflies of this kind. 】

After hearing the words, Xiao Nai Tuanzi took a look: 【This butterfly...】

It froze for a moment, 【This kind of butterfly is different in size, it seems that it needs to be cultivated by Gu insects to grow out. 】

[Gu worm? 】Aunt Jiang raised her eyebrows.

Xiao Nai Tuanzi nodded: [Yes, this seems to be a unique silver butterfly in Miaojiang.Why is the silver butterfly in Miaojiang here? 】

Aunt Jiang's deep and seductive eyes suddenly bent her eyes and smiled: [Who knows, forget it~]

Little milk dumpling: [! 】

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

Seeing it escaped, Aunt Jiang clicked her tongue: 【It ran pretty fast. 】

The little milk dumpling didn't know what to say.

Ancestor, do you have any obsession with crushing butterflies?

Little Naituanzi was deeply suspicious. The ancestor hated the butterfly so much. Could it be that the ancestor had suffered under the butterfly's hands before, so he wanted to kill a butterfly just after seeing it?
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In the quiet ethnic group, everything is silent, every house is brightly lit, and the figures of the clansmen are reflected on the windows, but there is no sound at all.

From a distance, a silver butterfly shining with silver-white light fluttered its wings and shuttled through the houses with even groups of people, and came to a quiet place.

The windows of the house were half-closed, and the silver butterfly flew in through the gap. Under the dim light, the silver butterfly landed on the shoulders of the young man who was quietly sitting by the window.

The looming light can only see the complex and cumbersome cold blue robe of the young man, and the man's hair is extremely long, falling down like a waterfall.

He sat there, very quiet.

The moonlight suddenly shifted, and the light came from the oblique side of the young man.

The contours of his side face are soft and smooth, and the delicate browbones prop up the straight and superior bridge of the nose. The wind blows, blowing the white ribbon tied in front of his eyes, and the slender hair brushes against his cheeks. The young man is emotionless He pursed his thin lips lightly, 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 youth's white and delicate wrist.

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

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

The silver butterfly shook its wings.

He didn't speak anymore, and stood up from the bed. At this moment, a slight bell sounded in the room.

It was only at this time that people noticed that the strand of thick black long hair hanging on the young man's chest was tied with fine silk and satin at the end, and a small silver bell was attached to it.

Not only that, but the cold blue robe with complicated patterns on his body was also adorned with many small silver bells. As the young man walked step by step, the small bells shook slightly, making a slight crisp sound.

The white satin covering his eyes seemed to be completely non-existent, and he walked slowly to the window without hindrance.

(End of this chapter)