Chapter 36 Butterfly Dance Soul (05)

I didn't expect that the person on the soft couch would call out his name. Lan Ming's face was a little stunned, but the veil woman in front of her covered her mouth with a fan and slowly turned her head.

A pair of Yaozhi's eyes revealed infinite charm, and she smiled gently twice, as if it was a very interesting thing to tease Lan Ming.

"I recognized you at first sight. Why, Brother Lanming, haven't you recognized me yet? You will make me sad if you do this."

She... Lan Ming narrowed her eyes slightly, slowly took off her mask, and her memory kept spinning, but he still couldn't remember who the woman in front of him was.

The fan blocking his mouth slowly moved down, and his delicate face appeared in front of Lanming. He looked at the woman on the soft couch without blinking, looking a little confused.

"Brother Lanming, you said you would protect me for the rest of your life."

The woman's body came down from the soft couch. She slowly stood up and walked gently towards Lan Ming in a graceful posture, with a smile in her eyes.

"Brother Lanming, you met your sister this morning... How's it going? As a butterfly dance saint admired by everyone, is she particularly glorious now?

Lan Ming's eyes were shocked. He looked at the woman who had come to him and muttered:

"You...are you...Xiaoxiang?"

"Ha ha..." The woman in blue covered her mouth with a snow-white fan and smiled softly, and then she put away the fan in front of her, slightly raised Lan Ming's chin with a closed fan body, and raised her head slightly. The smile on her face only increased.

"Brother Lanming, you are much more handsome than before."

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and Lan Ming stared at the grown-up woman in front of her, and her childhood appeared in her mind.

"Brother Lanming, let's not catch birds, okay? The bird is so pitiful. Let's let it go!"

"Brother Lanming, my mother said that girls will get married when they grow up. What about you? Will you marry?"

"Brother Lanming and Brother Lanming, I brought your favorite hibiscus cake - shh, don't tell anyone else, or I will be punished by my father!"

"Brother Lanming, you said that my sister is so beautiful, but why does my father still want to send her out?"

"Brother Lanming! - Brother Lanming, I'm afraid! --

"Brother Lanming..."

The little girl in my memory gradually coincided with the person in front of her. Her clear eyes are now coated with a layer of gray color, but she just turn around, but she can't tell the graceful lingering.

"Xiaoxiang...you... have you been doing well these years?"

"Okay, that's great." The woman in blue withdrew the fan, gently tapped the palm of her left hand with the fan, and gently turned around. She tilted her head slightly and looked at Lan Ming with interest: "I'm afraid Lan Ming is also very comfortable, right?"

What responded to her was a silence.

After a long time, Lan Ming slowly opened his mouth.

"Xiaoxiang, I'm sorry, that year..."

"Hmm?"

"I didn't protect you."

Ten years ago, Yanfu was killed. In the sea of fire, he lost contact with Xiaoxiang. Since then, we have not met again.

The left back gently stroked her hair, and the woman in blue raised the corners of her mouth frivolously.

"What else? Brother Lanming, why don't you apologize to me for anything else?

What else? ... Lan Ming looked at the woman in front of her and expressed puzzlement.

The charming smile on her face disappeared in an instant. The veiled woman looked at Lanming in front of her, and a touch of coldness flashed on her face.

"You and your sister united to take the position of saint I deserve - why don't you say anything about this?"

A trace of surprise appeared on his face. Lan Ming looked at the woman in front of him in surprise and thought, how could it be possible?

"You...you know..."

"Do you know? Humph...of course I know!" A murderous breath flashed in the woman's eyes. The fan in her right hand stretched out, waved it with one hand, and several butterflies appeared, hovering around Lan Ming with the white fog.

Although she didn't know why she was like this, the sleeves of Lan Ming's hands slid out of the dagger. He slammed the butterfly in the air, and the white powder fell from the body of the cracked butterfly and fell on his face.

A burst of hot pain came, and Lan Ming stepped back two steps and finally couldn't help falling down and fainting.

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In March, it rained continuously.

The little man ran under the corridor and walked around the houses. She stopped in front of her sister's door.

"Let me go, mother."

My sister's voice came from the room. The little girl looked down at the paper kite in her hand and quietly hid it behind her. She wants to wait for her mother to come out and then go into the room to play with her sister.

"Youer, your father and I both think that your wedding is approaching. If someone really wants to go to the butterfly dance school to be a saint, it's better to send the young Xiang'er..."

Saint?! The little girl outside the door's eyes lit up - is what her mother said true?! Do you really want to send her to be a saint?? She is a saint like a fairy sister!

"Let me go, mother." Qingyou, who is 15 years old, is still persisting. Obviously, her persistence makes mothers very incomprehensible.

"Youer, how can you change this kind of thing that you have already thought about?"

"Mother... I understand, but mother, You'er and You'er really want to... I really want to be a saint..."

Qingyou held her mother's hands and looked at her eyes full of Xiyi. She begged and kept begging.

"Mother, Youer knows that you love Youer the most... Mother, Youer has been waiting for this opportunity since she was a child. Now you can join the butterfly dance school. Why do you give this opportunity to Xiaoxiang? Mother, just let me go, let me go~~"

The little girl outside the door heard her sister's coquettish voice. Her face was dull, and she couldn't even believe it-

Sister, do you know? She has always wanted to be a saint. My sister knows about this!

But why...why...

The little girl retreated step by step, stepped back step by step, and finally turned around and ran out of the corridor.

-Sister, when Xiaoxiang grows up, Xiaoxiang will become a saint!

- Silly girl, how can it be our turn to do such a glorious thing as a saint?

-Xiaoxiang doesn't care! Xiaoxiang must be a saint when she grows up!

- Well, our little fragrance will definitely be a saint in the future.

-What about you, sister? Sister, do you want to be a saint?

——Me? Well, I don't want to!

"Hehe..." Yannian Xiang couldn't stop laughing sarcastically. Recalling her childhood life, she even had a little bitterness in her smile.

Looking at Lanming lying in front of her, her eyes were a little cold.

"Brother Lanming, tonight, I will use my sister's blood to pay tribute to what I have lost over the years."

Lianbu moved gently, and Yan Nianxiang squatted down beside Lan Ming, stretched out his hand and slowly stroked his slightly pricked chin.

Didn't you say you want to protect me for the rest of my life? Or...marry me?"

The delicate fingers moved slowly on his face, and the fragrant eyes kept changing. She bent down slightly and gently slipped on his face with the tip of her nose instead of her fingers.

"Sister, she likes you so much. If she knew that we were going to get married, would she be more painful when she died?"

Feed the movement of the person in front of him, Lan Ming opened his eyes slightly. He wanted to raise his hands to help Xiaoxiang's body, but found that he had no strength, and he could not even do such a simple move as raising his hand.

"As for our account... I'll settle with you after my sister dies!"

Her face suddenly became ferocious. Yan Nianxiang aimed at Lan Ming's chin and bit it. Lan Ming's throat made a low cry, and a little blood flowed out of her mouth.

She raised her head slightly and stretched out her tongue to add the blood stains on Lanming's face, thinly, gently, with a little teasing. But those eyes also burst out bloodthirsty fiercely.