Chapter 38 Butterfly Dance (07)

Xiao Er sent a letter from the store. After reading it, his face was a little dark.

"What's wrong?" Lian Jian asked.

"The two friends have fallen into the hands of the witch and are now on the flower boat of Simeon Lake in Luo'an City. The owner of the flower boat wants to invite you and me to go together.

After listening to the saint's words, Lian Jian knew that this was an invitation from the enemy to them. In such a passive position, they... were a little flustered and looked at the meat beside them.

The young man in blue poured a glass of water for himself and drank it with a sip. Putting down the teacup, he picked up the sword on the table and walked out of the door.

"Let's go, for out."

"Where are you going?" Li Jian couldn't help asking, after all, the previous meat was in trouble and escape.

"Lake Simeon."

Meat... There is a trace of joy on the forsythia's face. Does he finally understand the meat? As a companion, no matter how dangerous the future is, you must not abandon it - this truth is finally understood!

"This young man, what are you holding in your hand?" Qingyou couldn't help asking when he saw the small cylinder for tea in his arms.

"Oh, this - this is for my two friends on the flower boat. I want to put their ashes here and let them be grounded."

"..." Lian Jian silently inserted the sword on the table into his waist, got up and walked to the flesh.

"Meat."

"Hmm?" The meat turned around and looked at the foreng.

With no joy or sadness in his eyes, forsythia raised his hand and slapped the meat's head, and then turned around and walked out of the door.

"Let's go."

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There are few candles lit on the flower boat, which makes the long corridors look dark.

The three people walked side by side on the boat. They could not see the scenery outside. Only the light at the end guided them forward.

She was a little scared. Lian Jian leaned against the meat. She didn't know what kind of monster they were facing today.

The meat seemed to feel something, and his right hand gently held the forthia hand.

While walking, Forteoria looked up at him, and the faint candlelight was imprinted on his face. It was bright and dark, but his face was as calm as usual. She struggled gently and tried to pull out her hand, but the meat stopped her.

"Don't move." The meat said.

Lion fortight paused for a moment, but continued to want to pull back his hand, but the meat was held more tightly.

"Foria, I'm afraid."

Hey? Lian Jian was a little surprised, because the meat would not look like a person who said such a thing.

The teenager was not sounding, but focused on looking ahead. The figures of the three people were getting closer and closer to the collapsed door.

I don't want the fortear to suddenly disappear beside him. Only by holding her in this way can he ensure her safety.

In this troubled continent full of murder and death, the only thing he fears is that the fortears will be hurt.

"Sister, you're finally here. I want to die."

As soon as the three stood at the door, a lazy voice came, which made the saint's quiet face stiff.

"In the past ten years of leaving, whether in the morning or at night - eating, sleeping, no matter what I do, my sister, I miss you very much."

This...this sound...

Lion turned her head to look at the look of the saint beside her, and saw that her face had never been fluctuated before - in Lian Jian's heart, the saint was boundless, and the quiet saint had always been like a sacred and inviolable heaven and man, as if she had seen through the thousands of miles of world.

But now, Lian Jian can clearly feel that her expression is a little excited and has some inexplicable fear.

A candle gradually lit up in the dark room, and the veiled woman stood beside the lamp and blew out the fire in her hand. From this perspective, fort can see her enchanting side face, but it is also like a mandala flower in hell, mysterious but full of the smell of death.

On the pillar behind her, Lan Ming and Xiaoyue were tied, and white cloth were tied to their mouths. Lan Ming looked at the forsythia group in front of her and seemed to want to say something. And the little crescent moon sat quietly on the ground, with her head down, and didn't know what she was thinking.

"You are..." Qingyou was not sure, but she still read her name: "Xiaoxiang?"

Slowly opened the fluffy folding fan in her hand, and the fragrance of smoke walked towards the three people step by step, but her sight always fell on the face of the quiet saint.

"Sister, have you been a saint of the butterfly dance school in the past ten years?"

It's really a little fragrance...

Qingyou couldn't help taking a step forward, and an uncontrollable excitement appeared on her face.

"Xiaoxiang - five years ago, I went back to the Yan family, but found that the Yan family had long ceased to exist. I've been looking for you all these years, you know?"

"Looking for me? Sister, why do you come to me - is it to compensate for what you did to me?

A little stunned, Qingyou looked at the evil woman in front of her and didn't know what to say.

The folding fan shook gently, and Yannian's face was full of smiles.

"I want to recover all of what you did in those years."

After saying that, the folding fan in his hand turned over, and a demon wind drove away. The meat jumped to the other end of the room with the forsythia, and the place where it used to stand exploded.

Qingyou obviously didn't understand why Xiaoxiang fought against her. While avoiding the attack of Yan Nianxiang, she tried to tell her thoughts.

"Xiaoxiang! Xiaoxiang... Stop it - it's my sister, it's my sister!"

"Of course I know it's you."

With a "rumbling--" sound, there was a huge crack in the wall. Qingyou stood up a few times on the ground and immediately jumped away. The fragrant attack was like a shadow, giving her almost no time to breathe. Obviously, it was so hard, but the quiet saint refused to pull out the sword on her waist anyway.

The fortear took the opportunity to sneak to the side of the cylinder in the house, cut the rope with a knife, and rescued Lan Ming and Xiaoyue. The two reached out and took off the white cloth that blocked their mouths. Lan Ming rushed up without saying anything, as if to stop the continuous attack of the quiet fragrance of smoke.

Lian Jian is a little puzzled by Lan Ming's movements, because of the anxiety on his face, Lian Jian has never seen before.

"Do they know each other?" Li Jian couldn't help asking.

Little crescent has been bowing her head. When she heard the words of forear, she opened her mouth sullenly: "It's not just knowing each other, that's old love."

"Good old? Which one?" Lianqi hurried to see the two women in the room - is it the saint? Or the witch?

"All of them."

"Ha?"

Between the dialogue, the three people in the center were entangled. Lan Ming's moves to stop Yan Nianxiang, but she showed no mercy. The soft fan seemed to scratch Lan Ming's shoulder gently but fiercely. A blood stain immediately flashed, raised her legs and Lan Ming was kicked away.

Even if the quiet saint refused to draw her sword at this time, a trace of contempt flashed in Yannian's eyes, the fan floated, and her quiet hands were cut out.

After the fragrance of the smoke fell firmly on the ground, she put away the fluffy fan in her hand, and the sound was cold.

"Holy Lady, it's already this time to pretend to be noble. If you don't come out with your sword again, what I will cut next time will be your tendon.