Chapter 35 Butterfly Dance Soul (04)

"Your Excellency, do you know who it is?"

The fortear stood in front of the butterfly dance saint, with eagerness in her eyes. She wanted to know who was the person who took the little crescent tooth away!

Gently lowered his eyelids and shook his head slowly.

"Although he has sensed the purpose of the arrival, he has never appeared... I can't guess who he is."

Who is it that has such a great resentment against her and wants to kill her.

In desperation, she had to let all the disciples of the butterfly dance school leave Luo'an City first, so that no one would be implicated by her. Qingyou turned his head and looked at Lian Jian's eyes with a little reproach, but there was nothing he could do.

"Miss Lianqi, you really shouldn't come back."

"Isn't this the time, Holy Lady, what can you do to see him?"

"Wait." Standing in front of the window, he raised his head and looked at the stars outside. Although it was a little gloomy, it was really beautiful. "His target is me, so we just need to be here and wait for him to come."

Speaking of this, Lianqi was a little puzzled. She looked at the smoke-free woman by the bedside and asked, "Actually, the saint can also leave first."

A smile appeared on his mouth, and he shook his head quietly and slowly.

"No, in this case, all the accompanying butterfly dance disciples will be killed."

"I mean, do you want to hide back to the butterfly dance first?"

"I'm afraid that the butterfly dance school will also be destroyed."

"So powerful... Does that person have such a powerful power?"

"Strong is powerful, but not so powerful that it is lawless."

"What? ......”

"It's just our butterfly dance..."

The voice gradually weakened, and Forte looked at the pale and elegant back, and suddenly felt that it was a kind of sadness that could not be expressed in words.

The meat lay quietly on the table, with his hands folded and pillowed on it. Brown pupils stared at the jumping candlelight on the table and didn't know what he was thinking.

The room fell into a long silence. Just as Lianqi supported his chin and became sleepy, the voice of the quiet saint of the butterfly dance school slowly came.

"The butterfly dance... has been corrupt for a long time."

Their current leader has been dragged down by a serious illness for three years. When she left before, the leader's body was already weak, and she was afraid she was unable to recover.

The whole butterfly dance, looking around, there is no talent who can replace the position of leader. When the leader is killed, their butterfly dance will also kill each other for the position of the leader. At that time, the disaster of the destruction of the butterfly dance will come.

And she, the saint, who is a powerful saint in the butterfly dance school, has nothing she can do. Over the years, I have been walking in the north and south of the Yangtze River, but I have never found a good martial arts seedling.

The smile at the corners of her mouth was a little deeper. She looked at the stars in the sky, and there was a little more desire in her eyes.

-On the day when the butterfly dance school disappears, even underground, she will be free, right?

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The coldness came, and the little crescent lying on the board opened its eyes slightly, and the scene in front of her staggered in front of her.

The room was full of debris, and the little crescent finger moved gently beside her. Slowly, she supported the ground with her elbow and sat up from the ground.

The sight was full of wooden barrels, and there was a closed window in front of her. The little crescent found that he did not seem to have been hurt except for the soreness. The warm yellow figure was slightly close to the wall. She put her ears up and found that she seemed to hear a slight wind.

The little crescent slowly looked around the whole room. If she guessed correctly, then she should be on the boat at this moment! - On the flower boat in the middle of Luo'an City Lake.

There were footsteps outside the door, and little crescent eyes skimmed. A few seconds later, a smile appeared on her face.

The faint light in the room quickly disappeared, and the figure of the little crescent was also hidden in the darkness. The footsteps stopped outside the door, and the people made the sound of unlocking. As soon as the door opened, the endless darkness spread to the corridor.

The maid's face was slightly dull, and a sword light came quickly through her chest.

The sword was suddenly pulled out, blood spurted out, and the little maid who delivered the food fell to the ground. Little Crescent carried his thin sword and stepped on the maid's body and went out. The whole ship was lit with faint candlelight, and the long corridor seemed to have no end in sight.

At the other end of the ship, Lan Ming fought all the way and took off the clothes of the disciples of Kongshan. At this time, he was wrapped in black night clothes, with a black mask, and the tied black horsetail pulled up a long arc with his movements. Without the bondage of empty mountains, he is like a wild wolf running on the grassland.

The sharp blade of his hands cut the throat of countless evil spirits. Lan Ming's movements were quick and fierce. A large number of people came back in front of him. His body leaned up to the wall, and the movements of his hands were as fast as lightning. After a burst of smoke, the evil coefficient of the siege fell to the ground. Lan Ming rolled in the air and knelt down steadily on the ground.

Slowly raised his head, and a wooden door appeared in front of him, intuitively telling him that there must be the owner of the ship in this room!

Many female disciples of the butterfly dance school died inexplicably, which is what this person did. He would like to see who she is and has such a deep hatred with the butterfly dance school.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Lan Ming suddenly stood up and lifted the sword in his hand. A crack appeared in the middle of the two wooden doors. In less than a second, the wooden door was divided into two halves and collapsed.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the woman lying on the soft couch appeared in front of Lanming. She was wearing a sky-blue tulle dress, and her long hair like a waterfall wrapped around her neck from left to right, all in front of her. It was spun by light gauze, which caused a large area of skin on her left neck.

Although the room was dark, Lan Ming could see the blue butterfly dancing on her neck by the candlelight outside the door.

Holding a white furry fan in her hand, the weather was already so cold, but she seemed not to notice it. She gently shook the fan in her hand, her eyes closed slightly, and the bangs in front of her forehead fluctuated with the movement.

Without looking back, her enchanting voice surrounded the whole room, which made Lan Ming have to open her eyes in surprise.

"Brother Lanming, if you want to see him, you don't have to demolish all his houses."