Butterfly.

A beautiful purple-blue butterfly flew over Ning Xinyuan. Ning Xinyuan chased its phantom and stepped into a turbulent river in a daze.

Bang.

Ning Xinyuan tried to snatch the butterfly, but the butterfly quickly escaped her Rouyi. She fell into the river like a big child, but the river did not wet her clothes and skin, and she could not see her reflection from the river.

She saw a train from the river... There were two people sitting on it... She knew one of them, Ming Shuiyun's classmate, who was cold and taciturn, and beautiful, and what was the name of Qian... Classmate Qian was sitting on the train, and next to her was a slightly older man, who looked very similar to Classmate Qian, who was the same cold and taciturn, and beautiful...

Wow.

Ning Xinyuan glanced at the butterfly flying in front of her eyes, and immediately rushed over like a cat, but the butterfly still avoided it. She fell into the river again. Although it didn't hurt and was not wet, she couldn't catch it twice in a row, which made Ning Xinyuan feel aggrieved, her mouth was so pouted that it could be hung with a water bottle, and her eyes were so watery that it seemed as if she would cry 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... She knew that it was all a hidden sword assassin... This white-haired man was killing people with a strange-shaped sword. He killed many people, and his appearance changed from young to old... The old white-haired assassin...

Ning Xinyuan always feels something is wrong, but her current thinking ability is almost zero. Her attention is once again attracted by the butterfly swaying ahead. She crawled over like a baby, then pounced hard, surrounding the butterfly with her hands.

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

The light and shadow of the river surface floated. When she looked down, she was shocked by the reflection of the river surface.

She saw two young men fighting each other from the river... They looked very similar, and seemed to be two brothers... Behind them was a coffin, where they were located seemed to be a mourning hall. There was a god-lord card with the eleventh generation head of the family, Jing Gong Qingfeng in the mourning hall... After the fierce battle, the younger brother was killed by his brother with a shotgun, but his brother was also covered in scars and struggled to climb out of the mourning hall, but he was killed by the gun warrior outside...

The sound of light and shadow of the group of guns made Ning Xinyuan very scared. She stood up and slashed the displaced phantom in the river with one foot, and ran without looking back at the butterfly.

I don’t know how long it took to run, but Ning Xinyuan stopped.

A big lake appeared in front of her, and the trickle of river under her feet flowed into the big lake. Butterflies danced gracefully in the middle of the big lake. Ning Xinyuan was a little scared and dared not step into the big lake.

She looked down and found that many reflections appeared in the lake. Most of the reflections scared her. Some were bloody scenes of thousands of sergeants colliding and fighting; some were pictures of civilians being slaughtered like grass; some were scenes of barbarian monsters invading the border and looting...

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

The red-headed man left the burning county town... The red-headed man came to Yanjing... The red-headed man became alone... The red-headed man supported the new emperor and became an official in the court... The red-headed man fought south and north, and was granted marquis and ministers... The red-headed man was under one person, above ten thousand people... Just when the red-headed man was in a state of decency and led his army to pacify the world, he encountered an unprecedented defeat in the south and died in the chaos...

A purple-blue phantom appeared in front of him. Ning Xinyuan reached out to grab the butterfly without hesitation, and was about to jump up in surprise: "I've caught you!"

"Yes, you caught me."

Butterflies can actually speak?

...

...

Ning Xinyuan opened her eyes blankly and found that she was grabbing Ming Chaoyan's hand. Ming Chaoyan looked at her with tears in her eyes, grabbed her hand tightly, and said with a sob: "Yes, cousin, you have grabbed me!"

Qinleyin, sword sheath, saving the country and relieving difficulties, barbarism... These memories instantly shattered her dreams. She struggled to sit up, but the severe pain in her chest instantly made her breath--the ribs shattered and pierced the internal organs, and internal bleeding was inevitable. Although she would not die, she would not want to move.

Ming Dynasty Yan also quickly pressed Ning Xinyuan: "Cousin, don't be anxious, I know some inward tactics, lie down and don't move..."

Ning Xinyuan clearly felt that the Holy Sword Seal 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 injuries or enhance Ning Xinyuan's ability, it seemed to be able to maintain Ning Xinyuan's rational string, making her unable to fall asleep suddenly, but maintained the most basic awakening.

"Help me sit up!" Ning Xinyuan said something and coughed up a mouthful of blood. She was too lazy to ask about the details of Ming Dynasty Yan. She didn't mention this cousin was a little stupid, but more importantly, her body could not support her and asked carefully.

Ming Dynasty Yan didn't dare to mess with his cousin now, so he helped her up. Ning Xinyuan looked around and found that the sarcophagus was moved to the street, and not far away was Niruo's sarcophagus.

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

Ning Xinyuan glanced at the big hole that was knocked out of the wall behind, and knew more or less the current situation in her heart, and asked, "It's only the two of you? Did you move me here?"

"The others ran in to find their scabbards." Ming Chaoyan said: "As soon as we arrived here, we found that cousin you and Niruo were lying in the coffin by the roadside, so Sister Shuangli and I stayed to take care of you."

Who brought us out? Has the president summoned the Holy Sword Huiyao? How did the seven palace masters run out of the imperial courtyard? And Qin Leyin...

The interweaving of dreams and reality, the severe damage of the body, and the weak mental state made Ning Xinyuan's brain feel like it was filled with mud, and it was very slow to operate. In addition, the information was severely insufficient, she gasped for a few times and could only say: "Call them back... Danger..."

"No problem, the battlefield is everywhere else, it's very quiet inside, there's no problem-"

Just when Ming Chaoyan patted his chest and said it was okay, a sudden explosion of sand and stones suddenly broke out in the courtyard, followed by a clearly audible roar.

Ning Xinyuan and Ming Chaoyan looked at each other in surprise. Ning Xinyuan sighed, and tried hard to pull out her belt, transformed it into a long gun for King Butterfly to hand it to Ming Chaoyan. Ming Chaoyan saw this and shook her head firmly: "Cousin, you are in a very dangerous state now, I want to guard you here."

Even if Yan of the Ming Dynasty did not accept the King Butterfly, Ning Xinyuan had no choice but to take it back. When she suddenly found that the King Butterfly was covered with blood.

As a long-distance weapon that pays the most attention to accuracy, Ning Xinyuan would rather not take a bath and remember to take care of the Monarch Butterfly. In addition, Ning Xinyuan's attack range is basically a hundred meters away, so this is the first time that the Monarch Butterfly got dirty on Ning Xinyuan's hands.

Whose blood is above?

That barbaric? But the barbaric claws also penetrated through Qinleyin... So is it Qinleyin?
Chapter completed!