It's because I was touched by a ghost

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Seeing Xu Guang leave, Fang Bai and Zhao Yuan stepped forward and surrounded the psychic butterfly on Jiang Yan's index finger.

"Why is Xu Guang different from the rumors?" Zhao Yuan looked at the butterfly, thinking about Xu Guang's appearance just now, and asked in doubt.

Fang Bai nodded. It is true that Heiwuchang from all regions went to the underworld together to report the situation of the region to Mr. Heiwuchang.

Jiang Yan "tsk" twice, looked up at the two ghosts standing beside him, with an inscrutable look on his face: "Social fear means coldness, I guess he is social fear."

"Not at all, he has been a ghost for 1000 years, longer than Fang Bai and I combined."

Jiang Yan looked determined, "Social fear will only deepen with time. He doesn't behave like a human being, and he doesn't need to behave in front of others. This problem must become more and more serious."

The two ghosts couldn't deny it, and instead of extending other topics to Xu Guang, they turned to the psychic butterfly.

"This keepsake is much better than those three matches." Jiang Yan shook his head and sighed, and then looked down at the three matches tied to his necklace, dressing himself like an aboriginal.

Zhao Yuan nodded, although His Royal Highness the God Lord is good-looking, but this brain circuit is so clear and admirable.

But Fang Bai on the side didn't open his mouth. He didn't want to say that during the day, the god master said that Jiang Yan compared him to Cinderella to praise him for his beauty, and he didn't want to say that the god master admired the little match girl for making up for fairy tale books. Things speak out.

"Is this psychic butterfly the only one in the world?" Jiang Yan raised his hand, put the psychic butterfly on his finger in front of the two ghosts, and asked curiously.

Fang Bai shook his head, "No."

"Isn't it? But this psychic butterfly looks very rare."

Zhao Yuan said disdainfully: "You can't see psychic butterflies that only belong to the underworld in the human world, but red psychic butterflies are indeed rare. Ordinary psychic butterflies are the same color as dead leaves."

Hearing Zhao Yuan say that red psychic butterflies are rare, Jiang Yan is satisfied. Humans hope that what they have is unique.

But Zhao Yuan's next sentence directly shattered Jiang Yan's fantasy, "But now the red psychic butterfly has been approved by the city king to breed in large numbers, and it is also common in the underworld."

Jiang Yan looked disappointedly at the blood-red psychic butterfly on his finger, but it was better than nothing, and he teased the butterfly after a while.

"How about I call you Xiaohong? Xiaohong, Xiaohong..."

The psychic butterfly seemed to be dissatisfied with Jiang Yan's naming. It waved its almost transparent but blood-red wings, flew around Jiang Yan's head, and finally landed on Jiang Yan's nose.

"This name is too ugly, I don't want to be called Xiaohong." From Jiang Yan's nose came a child's voice like a baby.

Jiang Yan's eyes widened in fright, and then he looked down at the butterfly standing on the tip of his nose.

And Fang Bai and Zhao Yuan next to them are not much better. After working in the underworld for so many years, they have never seen a psychic butterfly who can speak.

As if anticipating the ignorance of the person in front of him and the two impermanent ghosts, the psychic butterfly continued to flap its wings, flew around the three of them, and proudly said: "I am the most powerful one among the psychic butterflies." Only, the spell is high."

"How tall is it?" Jiang Yan was only surprised for a while after seeing these gods and ghosts, even went to the black shops opened by pig demons, talking butterflies, and then quickly came back to his senses, his eyes followed the communication Psylocke moves.

"I can summon all the psychic butterflies from the underworld, and I can... still..." The psychic butterflies fluttered their wings as if they were stuck, repeating the word "can" as they flew.

"What else?" Jiang Yan looked at the psychic butterfly in front of him amusedly, feeling that it had a childlike heart. He suddenly missed Xie Lingyu and Zhan Yi at home, and he didn't know how they were doing. Zhou Qu, he didn't want to.

The psychic butterfly flew to Jiang Yan's shoulder, and said guiltyly, "It can still talk."

Then, as if comforting himself, he continued: "What's the matter, I'm the city king's favorite little butterfly, the only talking psychic butterfly in the underworld, and those low-rank psychic butterflies don't care about me." Will say nonsense."

Jiang Yan turned his head to look at the unreasonable psychic butterfly standing on his shoulder, stretched out his hand to lead it to his index finger, and then lifted it to his eyes, and said with dignity: "Wow, you are so powerful, the only one in the underworld A talking psychic butterfly."

"Of course." The psychic butterfly shook its wings happily.

"Then what's your name?" Jiang Yan asked, looking at the psychic butterfly in front of him.

I thought to myself that I am a college student majoring in literature, so it is not a problem to have a name.

Hearing Jiang Yan's words, the psychic butterfly fluttered its wings, but this time it flew very slowly, as if thinking about what kind of name to give itself, "Well... of course it sounds nice, Xiaohong is so tacky .”

Jiang Yan clicked his tongue, this psychic butterfly has a lot going on.

But he really wanted to give this little butterfly who suddenly came to him a decent name. He raised his head, fixedly looked at the psychic butterfly flying slowly in front of him, and then looked at the psychic butterfly. With transparent but bright blood-red wings, he suddenly remembered a line of poetry, "Sometimes it is as red as Danzhu, or as white as Yingsu."

"Yingdan, how are you doing?"

"It sounds good." The psychic butterfly flew around Jiang Yan, and could even see the blood-red light flowing all over its body.

Jiang Yan looked proudly at Fang Bai and Zhao Yuan in front of him, and hummed twice, "How about it, don't embarrass our literature major."

"If you don't give it, it can be regarded as a comfort to the old professors who are angry with you." Zhao Yuan nodded.

Fang Bai didn't bother to talk to Jiang Yan, he looked at the moonlight outside, and then pulled Zhao Yuan away.

"Let's go, see you tomorrow." Zhao Yuan waved his hand towards Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan nodded, but as if remembering something, he shouted towards the door: "Then let's leave Xichuan tomorrow?"

"It depends."

Fang Bai stopped, turned around and said to Jiang Yan who was still sitting on the sofa playing with the psychic butterfly.

"Okay." Jiang Yan made an OK gesture, told the two to leave and close the door, and then continued to tease the psychic butterfly in his hand.

"What is this?" The psychic butterfly stopped on Jiang Yan's collar, looked down at the three matches on Jiang Yan's necklace, and asked strangely.

Following the eyes of the psychic butterfly, Jiang Yan lowered his head and saw the three matches that Zhou Ju had left for him. He curled his lips and said indifferently, "Matches, you idiot."

"I'm not a fool, I'm Yingdan, didn't you give me a name." The psychic butterfly said angrily, and even flew to the tip of Jiang Yan's nose.

"Hmm, Ying Dan Ying Dan." Jiang Yan felt that the city king had given him an ancestor. He coaxed the psychic butterfly standing on the tip of his nose like a child, and then said: "These three matches are the same as yours. The function is the same, and it is also a message."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yan paused, he suddenly wanted to light a match and talk to Zhou Yu, but he was afraid that he would waste the match in the future when something dangerous happened.

The psychic butterfly seemed to have seen through Jiang Yan's mind. It left Jiang Yan's nose and flapped its wings in the air, "Show me, Your Highness."

[The author has something to say: I would like to advise my darlings, don’t choose an engineering major, the child almost lost himself doing the experiment, and the laboratory almost stayed up all night.

Like the baby little collection ah. 】