how to kill a dragon

Chapter 181 Little Butterfly

Han Yi picked up this girl by the river, and he called her Little Butterfly, because when he found her, she had her eyes closed tightly, clutching a butterfly's broken wing, her clothes were torn, Fortunately, there was no major wound. Han Yifei had to stretch her palm to open her hand, and took out the broken butterfly wing in her hand.

The girl was breathing evenly, and there were no other injuries except that she did not wake up.

Han Yi ran and jumped to take out his quilt from the yizhuang, covered the girl, and waited for a long time by the river with the fainted girl, but no one came to find Little Butterfly.

The moonlight gradually climbed up, the fog filled the air, and the river was flooded with overwhelming white.

The girl looked five or six years old, and she was extremely small. Han wrapped her up in a quilt and picked her up, bringing her back to Yizhuang.

Little Butterfly is blind and can't speak. Han Yi doesn't know her name, where she came from, how old she is now, and where her parents are. She has hearing, looks very gentle, and has black hair , It looks good when you smile.After getting along for a long time, Han Yi can understand some of her gestures.

Little Butterfly doesn't know who she is.

In this way, the two children depended on each other in the yizhuang of Gushan Laofen.

No one noticed that there was an extra girl in this charity village.

Yizhuang is located in a river valley surrounded by high mountains. The terrain is rugged and the wind is weak. The vicinity of Yizhuang is full of fog all the year round.

If a cultivator comes here, he will be amazed just by looking at it, the feng shui here is extremely dangerous.

There are black and steep mountains and cliffs on all sides. The mountain is deformed and rugged, and it is seriously protruding. It is closed and slanted towards the central valley, showing an overwhelming and threatening trend, as if it will collapse at any time, crushing all the creatures in it.

The feng shui is bad, and there is a natural evil spirit lingering. People who live here are very likely to die young, and everything goes wrong.

Breeding phenomena of heaven and earth, changing corpses, ghosts deceiving corpses and returning their souls are all trivial matters. The feng shui here should be occupied by fierce ghosts and big monsters. close.

The ancestors set up Yizhuang here originally to appease the undead here and give them a place to go.

But now I don't know if there are any undead in the Yizhuang, but there are two children who don't have any in total.

In the middle of the night, thick fog filled the air, and the fog poured in through the crack of the door like a living thing.

Xiaodie listened carefully in the coffin. Han Yi's breathing was calm, and he was obviously asleep. Xiaodie pushed the quilt off her body, covered the little rabbit sleeping beside her, and rubbed the little rabbit. The warm fur of the rabbit lifted the coffin and climbed out of the coffin.

She was obviously blind and couldn't open her eyes, but after jumping off the coffin, she seemed to have eyes. She went to Han Yi's coffin, tucked him in the quilt, and walked out of the room along the thick white fog.

In the dense fog, there are many ghosts and shadows, and countless black wooden coffins are neatly displayed in the Yizhuang hall during the day, and the coffin boards of these coffins are tightly closed.

In the middle of the night, when Little Butterfly stepped out of the room, all the coffin boards were opened silently. The willow trees planted outside the Yizhuang grew luxuriantly, and the slender branches protruded from the wall into the Yizhuang. The slender figure Without the wind, it swayed slightly. .
The gate of the dark mist opens, and a feast of ghosts sends souls away.

Little Butterfly cannot feel her own existence, nor can she feel who she is and why she is here.

She just walked out of Yizhuang in a daze along the thick fog as soft as water.

Outside Yizhuang, a sea of ​​blood rolled, and evil ghosts howled.

All the ghosts talked, wailed, cried, and pleaded around her. They pulled her sleeves, the hem of her clothes, approached her ears, and moved close to her closed eyes. Her eyelids, hoping to get a little pity from her.

Among them are many evil ghosts who have been wandering here for a hundred years and have not yet dispersed their souls. They bared their teeth and claws in front of this five or six-year-old child, who looked more like a spoiled child than her.

Little Butterfly was wearing gray clothes, and her jet-black hair rose slightly in the foul wind.

She couldn't speak, she just groped and sat down in front of Yi Zhuang.

There is no moon, no wind, and no stars here. Surrounded by all the ghosts, it should be pitch black, but in front of the many ghosts, this little girl is so clean, so clean that it glows, as if it is not warm blood under her skin. , Viscous and throbbing viscera, not even dense white bones, but full of moonlight and snow.

Fortunately, Little Butterfly couldn't see, so I don't know how creepy this scene looks to outsiders.

After sitting down, she picked up a few fresh fruits brought to her by these ghosts. Little Butterfly was a little oxygenated by the sharp nails of the ghosts around her. The ghost faltering on her body, Little Butterfly took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

Underneath her immature brows, there is a pair of brilliant golden eyes inlaid, just like the broken sun, it has nothing to do with joy, anger, sorrow, joy, but the simplest gaze without any emotion. With just one glance, there is a shocking madness.

Against the background of these golden pupils, the girl's benevolent face is like a god, like a demon, so you can't look directly at it.

The demons hissed and roared under such gazes, and the ghost closest to Little Butterfly slowly floated upwards under the envious gazes of all the ghosts, as if drunk, wandering drunkenly to the clouds, whimpering, and disintegrating pieces of reason , Under the effect of inexplicable misty and relaxing divine power, the evil spirit on Li Gui's body slowly melted away, his soul gradually turned white, turned into a puddle, and flowed around softly. place for hundreds of years.

The ghosts watched him free and leave, and opened their mouths wide, almost drooling enviously.

Turning their heads, all the ghosts looked at the little girl in gray with greedy eyes, as if they were looking at each other, and rushed to the side of the little girl even more frantically, snatching the place closest to her.

Just when they were almost beaten to the point of bleeding, Little Butterfly stretched out a finger and touched the forehead of the fiercest ghost, shook her head slightly, and sighed, her breath was very light, It was as if breathing into a blooming flower.

All of a sudden, the most vicious ghost was suppressed, and he obediently moved to the back, no longer fighting.

Little Butterfly controls her own power, and tries her best to escape those ghosts who have sanity and no sanity.

Her detachment is extremely simple, no need to touch, no spells, just swipe with the golden pupil to control the operation of divine power, and the evil spirits of those evil spirits will naturally escape.

As for life and death, good and evil, whether to be rewarded or punished, that is the matter of Yan Luo ghost messengers after arriving in the underworld.

This place is very fierce, and Little Butterfly doesn't know why she ends up here. As soon as she arrives at this place, she knows that sooner or later, this place will grow into a king of all ghosts. Play evil and bring disaster to the world.

And she also seems to be born with these methods of purifying evil spirits, not only knowing, but also being extremely proficient, as if she has done similar things countless times before.

One night passed, and at some point, Little Butterfly sat on the dilapidated wall next to the gate of Yizhuang, and the gray clothes were blown violently by the wind, flying wantonly in the air.

In the distance, the morning sun pierced the sky, and the sky was filled with red clouds in circles in the east.

After the sun comes out, all the ghosts disperse, waiting for the arrival of a new night, and waiting for their own liberation.

Little Butterfly's golden pupils have also closed, and she has once again become that blind and dumb orphan girl who doesn't know who she is.

Even the golden pupils can only let her see those ghosts, and she can't see the surrounding scenery clearly when the golden pupils are opened.

Feeling the sun rising, the clear air between heaven and earth rising, and the turbid air sinking, Little Butterfly stretched her waist in front of the rising sun.

When Xiaoyu found this place, what he saw was her back.

Compared with Wang Xiaotai's eyes, he is more familiar with her back.

He always followed behind her, and his eyes followed her back countless times.

Even if the current Wang Xiaotai is not Wang Xiaotai but Xiaodie, he still recognizes her back.

Xiaoyu stared at the figure of Little Butterfly with her back turned to her, and murmured: "I found you, Xiaotai..."

　Thank you for the support of the monthly ticket of the students who do not let the character cut happy!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)