Chapter 39 Butterfly Dance (08)

Little crescent saw that Lan Ming was injured by her and slowly clenched her fists with her hands beside her.

But Qingyou obviously doesn't understand why this happened.

"Xiaoxiang, look, I'm your sister... That's your brother Lanming... It's us!"

It seemed that she didn't want to listen to her nonsense. Yan Nianxiang opened the folding fan and flew out. The soft fan turned into a poisonous dart and stabbed her clear chest. With a thorn--" sound, a large piece of Qingyou's chest was scratched, and the blood stained the white clothes.

"Sister, your clothes are so beautiful. I want them."

As soon as the words fell, Yannianxiang flew to the quiet position and pulled off her coat before she could react. Between several rotations, the quiet coat was actually snatched by Yannianxiang.

In the cold weather, she only left a white lining, and her hair looked messy due to her movements. She covered the wound and kept retreating, and the blood kept flowing out. She felt weak in other people's sight and hugged her body in a quiet and embarrassing way.

As a saint of the butterfly dance, she has never been so embarrassed.

The coat was robbed, not to mention that there are men in the room!

This person, the person in front of her... Is it really her sister, Yan Nianxiang?

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"Sister, do you want me to draw like this?"

"Well, yes, if you fill in a few more here, it will be more beautiful."

"Is it here?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Sister, let's fly a kite together."

"The weather is so bad that it may rain. Let's go tomorrow."

"No, no, Xiaoxiang is going now, she is going now!"

"Okay, okay, there's nothing I can do about you."

"Xiaoxiang, don't you have a handkerchief in your arms? Why don't you use it?"

"No Xiaoxiang! Xiaoxiang doesn't have a handkerchief on her body!"

"Xiaoxiang, take it out quickly. Brother Lanming is injured. We need to bandage him."

"no, no! Xiaoxiang doesn't have a handkerchief!"

"Really not?"

"Really not!"

......

Qingyou seemed to see ten-year-old Xiaoxiang, who clearly hid a handkerchief in his arms, but he awkwardly denied it because he felt that his handkerchief was not good-looking.

Later, she picked up the lamp and embroidered a white handkerchief with plum blossoms for Xiaoxiang, and there was also a small word "Xiang" in her right foot. Xiaoxiang was very happy to get it.

The two grew up together. She is five years older than Xiaoxiang, but Xiaoxiang has always been attached to her. They sleep together, eat together and play together. Study together, practice the piano together, and make paper kites together. She, Xiaoxiang and Lan Ming, the three of them grew up together.

Seeing the quiet appearance, she still refused to let go, but jumped directly into the air and stepped on her ankle. She only heard a "clap" sound, although everyone in the room heard the sound of broken bones.

The quiet pain made his forehead sweat, and Lan Ming was even more surprised. He ran towards the two of them, but the fragrance of Yan Nian flew away with a charming smile.

Holding her sister's snow-white clothes in her hand, she put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed gently, and then looked forward to it.

"Sister, ten years later, you are still so fragrant."

"Xiaoxiang!" Lan Ming suddenly turned around and scolded her harshly, "Your sister did that for your own good! Anyway, she is your sister. How can you break her hamstrings?"

"Ah, Brother Lanming, are you angry with Xiaoxiang? You feel sorry for your sister, don't you?"

Lan Ming stood in front of Qingyou and stared at the woman with only hatred in her eyes, and finally slowed down her voice.

"Xiaoxiang, the saint of the butterfly dance, is not as simple as you think. Your sister did that for your sake.

"What about you? Brother Lanming, are you also thinking about me?

"Yes."

"So, on the day the butterfly dance came to pick up the saint, you stunned me?"

"...I'm sorry."

"Is that your sister beg you to do this? What... for my good? Oh..." Yan Nianxiang smiled gently. She supported her chin with the top of the folding fan and said, "Brother Lanming, it has been like this since childhood. It's biased."

It's always like this... It's always been towards my sister...

She knows that he and his sister are married.

But, what should I do?

"At that time, Xiaoxiang really liked and liked Brother Lanming very much." Yan Nianxiang looked at Lan Ming standing opposite and looked focused. At this time, she looked very helpless.

"But I have never expected anything, because I know that Brother Lanming will be with my sister in the future, so I just silently like it."

"Brother Lanming has always regarded me as a child, right? At that time, I was only a few years old. Who would believe it if I liked it or not?

"But, you know, I have a wish in my heart that I can marry you when I grow up. When I heard the conversation between my sister and my mother, I thought of you at the moment when I felt that the world had collapsed. So I told myself not to be afraid, because I still have brother Lanming.

"You know how well I slept that night. As long as I thought that Brother Lan Ming would help me, I would feel..."

Crystal tears flashed in Yan Nian's fragrant eyes, and her voice became choked.

"I just think...my tomorrow will be good...but..."

When she got up, her sister had left with the butterfly dance, and she stood at the gate in astonishment. Recalling that in the morning, she only ate the snacks given to her by her brother Lanming, and later... she forgot what happened later.

No, impossible...

She suddenly turned around and found that Lan Ming's brother was behind her. The little teenager lowered his head and faced his dodging eyes. At that moment, she knew everything.

"I suddenly felt that it was dark. After Brother Lanming admitted it, all my hopes were gone. Sister...you...you... are all gone...is gone..."

"I really...I really..."

Yan Nianxiang looked in a trance, and her eyes had slipped away from Lan Ming's body and fell to an unknown place. At this moment, I don't know what she thought of. Her pupils suddenly dilated, and then she turned her head and stared at Lan Ming fiercely.

"I really hate you!!!"

The murderous intention suddenly emerged, and Yan Nianxiang got up and flew towards Lan Ming, and the blue gauze drew a dangerous arc in the room. Lan Ming pulled out the sword in his hand, but only resisted her first attack. In the face of such a Yan Nianxiang, he was distressed and regretful. How could he hurt her?

There was a disdainful smile in her mouth. Yan Nianxiang closed her body in the air and hit him on the chest. The snow-white fan body inserted into his body like this.

In an instant, blood was dripping.