A butterfly fell in his palm, and it was a purple butterfly.

A knife was deeply embedded beside him. The knife should have been dazzling silver-white; the white knife came in and the red knife came out, and I don’t know how many times it went in and out, but in the end the knife was dyed into a bloody red color.

The knife is so smooth, whether it is blood or tears, it will slide down with a light shot.

It is really not easy to dye a knife red.

This will kill many people.

The butterfly shook its tentacles and jumped in his palms a few times, blinked his eyes, as if he was acting coquettish, flapping his wings, as if asking for a hug.

He stared at the butterfly in his hand in a daze. After a long time, he showed a smile that had not appeared in a thousand years, as if his heart full of killing was also covered with signs of dust.

He was as happy as a child, holding up the butterfly and pouting, trying to kiss the beautiful butterfly gently, but at this moment, the butterfly trembled and could no longer stand. He closed his eyes, fell down, and his life disappeared...

The world is like a dream, the years are like songs, the beauty is like jade, and the sword is like a rainbow.

This world is ridiculous. Killing all over the world, blood dyed white hair, is exchanged for a wisp of residual soul, and is exchanged for a dream!

People always touch the tight spell on their heads when they lose it, telling themselves that they are forced to do so.

Flowers bloom all over the earth, and they are the withered seeds planted by a woman during her lifetime. She did not bloom before she died, but she bloomed so colorfully after her death.

He once smiled and said, "Follow, how can you plant live flowers and plants on the sun?"

But she smiled: "The flowers will bloom again, and people will be proud again. One day, the fragrance of flowers will fill the world, and there will definitely be butterflies coming to visit."

He lit her nose: "How do you know that the butterflies will definitely come?"

"Because I'm that butterfly."

...

He suddenly opened his eyes.

The butterfly in her hand has long disappeared. A beautiful woman lies in the flowers. The true sun blooms for her, the butterfly blows the fire for her, time stays for her, and time is for her forever.

A crystal tears slid from the corners of her eyes. Tears passed by, the oil was gone, the lamp was gone, the fragrance disappeared, the jade was damaged, and the beauty was gone...

The reason why she turned into a butterfly was to influence a murderous heart, and the reason why she shed tears was that she could never have the next life again.

Butterflies will blink.

Every time a butterfly blinks his eyes, there will be an extra star in the sky.

When the life of a butterfly disappears, the stars will turn into meteors and fall.

Butterflies look forward to love in a blink of an eye, while meteors use the ending of falling to witness love.

Lovers will make wishes at the meteor without blinking, praying to turn into butterflies in the next life and fly together.

A butterfly uses the number of wings to calculate its life time, while a person uses responsibility to measure the meaning of her life.

Some people's lives are as short as butterflies, but they are as bright as meteors, fleeting as they are, and eternal in an instant.

Di Yunfeng loved this woman so much, so he pulled out the knife beside him.
Chapter completed!