Butterfly.

A beautiful purple-blue butterfly fluttered past Ning Xinyuan, Ning Xinyuan chased its phantom and stepped into a rushing river blankly.

Snapped.

Ning Xinyuan tried to catch the butterfly, but the butterfly swiftly escaped from her softness. Like a big child, she fell into the river, but the water did not wet her clothes and skin, and she could not see her own reflection in the river.

She saw a train from the river... There were two people sitting on the train... One of them she knew was Ming Shuiyun's classmate. On the train, sitting next to her was a slightly older man who looked a lot like classmate Qian, the same indifference and taciturnity, and the same flowery appearance...

Wow.

Ning Xinyuan saw the butterfly flying in front of her out of the corner of her eyes, and she rushed over like a cat, but she was still dodged by the butterfly, and she fell into the river again. Although it didn't hurt or got wet, she couldn't catch it twice in a row, which made Ning Xinyuan feel aggrieved, the corners of her mouth pouted so much that she could hang a water bottle, and her eyes filled with water as if she would cry in the next second.

But when she saw the image of the river, she was immediately attracted to it.

She saw a white-haired man from the river... The white-haired man, she knew, was a hidden sword assassin... This white-haired man was killing people with a long sword with a strange shape. He killed many, many people, and his appearance changed from a young age. Getting old... an old white-haired assassin...

Ning Xinyuan always felt that something was wrong, but her current thinking ability was almost zero. Her attention was once again attracted by the butterfly dangling in front of her.

She just knelt in the river and didn't move. When she finally couldn't help but let a gap open to take a look inside, the butterfly took the opportunity to escape, but Ning Xinyuan couldn't catch it immediately, which made her feel angry for a while.

The light and shadow on the river floated, she looked down and was startled by the reflection on the river.

She saw two young people from the river who were fighting each other... They looked alike, they seemed to be two brothers... Behind them was a coffin, which seemed to be a mourning hall. The **** card of the eleventh-generation patriarch Jinggong Qingfen"... After a tragic fight, the younger brother was killed by the elder brother with a shotgun, but the elder brother was also covered in bruises and bruises, struggling to climb out of the mourning hall, only to be shot by a gun outside. The warriors were beaten to death...

Ning Xinyuan was very frightened by the sound of light, shadow and sound from the roar of guns. She stood up and smashed the phantom in the river with one foot, chasing the butterfly without turning her head.

Not knowing how long she ran, Ning Xinyuan stopped.

A big lake appeared in front of her eyes, and the trickling river under her feet flowed into the big lake. Butterflies were dancing gracefully in the center of the big lake. Ning Xinyuan was a little scared and didn't dare to step into the big lake.

She looked down and found that there were many, many reflections on the lake. Most of the reflections frightened her, some were **** scenes where thousands of sergeants with sharp knives collided and slaughtered; some were images of civilians being slaughtered like mustards; some were images of barbarian monsters invading the border and looting...

It was not until she saw a familiar red-haired figure that she dared to step in, and followed the phantom of the red-haired figure into the lake.

The red-haired man left the burning county town... The red-haired man came to Yanjing... The red-haired man became alone... The red-haired man established a new emperor and became an official in the dynasty... The red-haired man fought in the north and south, Fenghou worships the chancellor... The red-haired man is under one person, and thousands of people... Just when the red-haired man was in a good-humored manner and led his army to pacify the world, he encountered an unprecedented defeat in the south and died in the chaos of the army...

A purplish-blue phantom appeared in front of her eyes. Without any hesitation, Ning Xinyuan stretched out her hand to grab the butterfly, and was about to jump up in surprise: "I've caught you!"

"Yes, you caught me."

Can butterflies actually talk?

...

...

Ning Xinyuan opened her eyes blankly and found herself grabbing Ming Chaoyan's hand. Ming Dynasty Yan Liang looked at herself with tears in her eyes, grabbed her hand tightly, choked and said, "Yes, cousin, you caught me!"

Qin Yueyin, the scabbard, the national salvation meeting, the barbarism... These memories instantly shattered her dreams. She struggled to sit up, but the sharp pain in her chest made her gasp for a moment—a rib shattered and pierced her internal organs, and internal bleeding was inevitable. Although she wouldn't die, she didn't want to move.

Ming Dynasty Yan also quickly held down Ning Xinyuan: "Cousin, don't worry, I will know some interior warfare techniques, you lie down and don't move..."

Ning Xinyuan clearly felt that the imprint of the holy sword on the back of Yan's hand in the Ming Dynasty seemed to have a faint resonance. Although this resonance could not speed up the recovery of Ning Xinyuan's injury, nor could it enhance Ning Xinyuan's ability, it seemed to be able to maintain Ning Xinyuan's sense of reason, so that no matter how sleepy, painful or tired she was, she did not suddenly fall asleep. , but to maintain the most basic sobriety.

"Help me sit up!" Ning Xinyuan said a word and coughed out a mouthful of blood. She was too lazy to ask Ming Chaoyan's details, not to mention that this cousin was a bit dumb, and more importantly, her body couldn't support her inquiring carefully.

Ming Chaoyan didn't dare to slap her cousin, and gently helped her up. Ning Xinyuan looked around for a week and found that the sarcophagus had been moved to the street. Not far away was Nie Ruo's sarcophagus.

Ming Shuangli used interior warfare to heal her scabbard without saying a word, completely ignoring the movements made by Ning Xinyuan and the others.

Ning Xinyuan glanced at the big hole in the back wall that had been knocked out~lightnovelpub.net~ She knew the current situation to some extent, and asked, "Just the two of you? You moved me here?"

"Others ran in to find their scabbards." Ming Chaoyan said: "As soon as we came here, we found that cousin, you and Nie Ruo were lying in the coffin by the roadside, so sister Shuangli and I stayed to take care of you. ."

Who moved us out? Has the president already summoned the holy sword Radiance? How did the seven palace masters escape from the imperial court? And Qin Yueyin...

The intertwining of dreams and reality, the severe physical damage, and the mental weakness made Ning Xinyuan's brain seem to be filled with mud. "Call them back... Dangerous..."

"No problem, the battlefield is elsewhere, it's quiet inside, and nothing will happen—"

Just when Ming Chaoyan patted his chest and said that he was fine, there was a sudden explosion of flying sand and rocks in the courtyard, followed by a clearly audible roar.

Ning Xinyuan and Ming Dynasty Yan looked at each other in dismay, Ning Xinyuan sighed, took out her belt with great effort, turned it into the shape of a tyrant butterfly and a long gun and handed it to Ming Dynasty Yan. Ming Dynasty Yan saw this and shook his head resolutely: "Cousin, you are in a very dangerous state now, and I want to guard you here."

Yan of the Ming Dynasty refused to pick up the Overlord Butterfly, and Ning Xinyuan was helpless. When she retrieved it, she suddenly found that the Overlord Butterfly was covered in blood.

As the most accurate long-range weapon, Ning Xinyuan would rather not take a bath and remember to take care of the Overlord Butterfly. In addition, Ning Xinyuan's attack range is basically 100 meters away, so this is really the Overlord Butterfly in Ning Xinyuan. Dirty hands for the first time.

Whose blood is on it?

The savage one? But the savage claws also run through Qin Leyin... So it belongs to Qin Leyin?

Or, both?