Needless to say, Chu Liuxian knew that he was waiting for Huang Wushuang to arrive without asking, and he was curious about another one.

"Miracle? What kind of wonder?"

"Butterfly Burial!"

The two words that Chu Liren said invisibly brought up a sad and beautiful feeling, which made Chu Liuxian ask after he arrived, but he couldn't ask.

It was the setting sun, and the gurgling Han River pushed the sunset down the horizon, and the evening shone brilliantly, shining on the Han River, and the long sky was so beautiful that it was incomparable.

When the sky was so gorgeous and warm that the sky was about to melt into one, a fire light spread its wings and slashed through the sky like a phoenix, landing straight on the ancient ship of Jiuyao.

Huang Wushuang, here!

She was standing on the railing in the opposite position, standing on the railing, as if she had no desire to speak, and she didn't even have the eyes to collide with the two of the Chu family. She looked at her quietly, as if she was waiting for something?

"Is she also waiting for the so-called butterfly burial?"

"What is Butterfly Burial?"
Chapter completed!