red butterfly month by month

Although the organization is well-known, it relies on assassination methods. With Mr. Butterfly's ability, it must not hurt him at all. "

Gongsunyue shook her head: "If it's someone else, it's fine. I heard that Youyan Tower has dispatched the top Tianzihao killer this time. Mr. Butterfly is injured. It may be difficult to gain the upper hand in a real confrontation."

"That's what you said, him?" Duan Wuya's expression moved slightly, his finger dipped in the tea and drew a picture of the autumn cicada on the table.

Gongsunyue nodded: "The cicada was aware of the golden wind before it moved, and secretly sent impermanence to death without knowing it. It is the No. [-] Tianzi killer in Youyan Tower, Chou Qingchan."

Mr. Butterfly is known as the No. [-] killer in the Northern Territory, and Mourning Chan is the uncrowned king of the Eastern Territory's killer list.Although Mr. Butterfly is in the business of collecting money and buying lives, he has the most profound knowledge in swordsmanship, even the assassination move is derived from swordsmanship; Ying Gongfa is only for assassination, this person has a unique hidden weapon without a cicada knife, his attacks are silent, his throat is ruthless, it is hard to guard against.Gongsunyue once listened to the gossip of Mr. Butterfly, saying that Chou Qingchan was the only person in the world who could take his life by means of assassination.

……

The sound of the piano is faint, sad and tactful, and the sound reaches the extreme, as if the lingering lovesickness is endless.

"You are mourning and complaining here again, like a little daughter-in-law that no one wants!" Hua Qiyun's voice came before she arrived.

Mr. Butterfly slid his fingers across the strings, and lazily said: "Mom Sang, you have come here too diligently recently."

"Why, are you afraid I'll take advantage of you if your family's Ah Yue is not here?" Hua Qiyun approached lightly, looking down at Mr. Butterfly who was leaning on the stone platform and playing the piano.

"Look at what?" Mr. Butterfly rolled his eyelids.

"Look at you."

"Look, I won't charge you money."

Hua Qiyun laughed: "Mr. Butterfly, you can be regarded as the unique and unique man in this world."

"Well, I usually use this sentence to describe Ah Yue." Mr. Butterfly plucked the strings twice, only a few sounds, and lovesickness arose spontaneously.

"If I were 20 years younger, I would come after you even if I gave up everything!"

"Thank goodness!"

Hua Qiyun raised her eyebrows: "Do you always treat other people's thoughts like a piece of paper?"

Mr. Butterfly didn't even lift his eyelids: "You also said it was someone else, so what does it have to do with me?"

"Hehe, I believe you are a killer now, you are really cold-blooded and ruthless."

Mr. Butterfly plucked the strings by himself.

"I've come to tell you a piece of news."

"..." No one spoke for a while.

Looking at each other, Mr. Butterfly tilted his head: "Thank you?"

Hua Qiyun shook her head and said seriously: "A large amount of gold will be escorted into Yinchuan in the near future."

Mr. Butterfly nodded: "Red Butterfly has returned to Butterfly Valley."

"You want to collect this money?"

"Gold, why don't you accept it?"

"So, it is indeed you who bid the price of [-] gold per head in Kongyun Valley?"

"Of course!"

Hua Qiyun took a deep breath: "Are you crazy?"

"..." Mr. Butterfly blinked: "Why are you scolding me all of a sudden?"

"Nowadays there is an unwritten rule in Jianghu, if you want to interfere with the things behind the dead in Kongyun Valley, you must send gold corresponding to the number of heads to Yinchuan!"

"It's only natural that you pay for your life at the cash register."

"Do you know that as soon as you receive this money, you will change from hating your father for Gongsun Yuebao's family to becoming a pure killer collecting money and buying your life?" Yin Chuan, the hat of a certain vicious philistine is firmly on Mr. Butterfly's head, and his reputation in the world will never be cleared.

"Mr. Butterfly in Yinchuan loves money like his life. Haven't you heard of it?" Mr. Butterfly plucked the strings: "It turned out that they offended me. Mr. Butterfly sold people's heads at a discount. When did Mr. Butterfly get involved with the Gongsun family?"

"You!" Hua Qiyun was still angry, and suddenly laughed lowly: "Hehehehe!"

Mr. Butterfly glanced at her in horror.

Hua Qiyun smiled and smiled, with tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

Mr. Butterfly hugged Yueqin tightly, shrinking back silently.

"What are you hiding from? Can I still eat you?!" Hua Qiyun suddenly approached.

Mr. Butterfly was like a little daughter-in-law who was forced into a corner by a strong man, without any momentum at all, and said in a nice voice: "Sister Hua, if you have something to say, this world is still very beautiful!"

"Hehe! Yes, it's beautiful! Other men never let me down!" Hua Qiyun stretched out her hand to pinch Mister Butterfly's chin, and Mister Butterfly was forced to raise her head, her delicate and gorgeous handsome face looked pitiful.

Who would have thought that with such a beckoning face, he was a downright infatuated?

"Get up! Come and drink with me!"

"Hey! Bad luck, collecting money and attracting disaster, it's really bad luck!"

"Do you always have a mournful face when you accompany wine?"

"Hey, big sister, it's almost enough, I'm very expensive, okay! What else do you want to accompany you for free?!"

Hua Qiyun couldn't help laughing, she twirled her wine glass and suddenly asked, "Want to hear a story?"

"No! I'm very happy, I'm very happy, and I'm going to catch up with my beloved Ah Yue soon! I don't want to hear any tragic love stories!"

"Haha, little butterfly, I like you more and more!"

"What a tragedy on earth!"

"Hahahaha, what a pity..."

Hua Qiyun was born in Fengyuechang, and she will never get drunk after a thousand cups, while Mr. Butterfly is cultivated, and she will never fall down a hundred altars. The more they drink, the more sober they become, and naturally they lose the fun of drinking.

"You!" Hua Qiyun shook her head: "It is said that you are cold-hearted, and you have a deep affection for Gongsunyue, and you are always thinking of her; you are said to be a good man, but you are partial to people other than your family, Ah Yue. , completely cold-blooded. Let me tell you what's good about you?"

"Whatever you want, I won't listen anyway."

Hua Qiyun was amused: "How did your character survive to this day without being beaten to death?"

"High martial arts, good skills!"

Hua Qiyun shook her head, pushed the wine jar, held up the round fan, got up and was still the graceful Pinglange Huajie.

"Tomorrow you will practice dancing with Qing Junlian, and the next performance will be the two of you on the same stage."

"Same stage with Qing Jun Lian?" Mr. Butterfly didn't know, so he asked, "What new way is this?"

"Hey, you are a new generation of dancers, and Jun Lian is an old-fashioned dancer. One is good at sword dancing, with softness and strength, and the other is good at fan dancing, as soft as water. The audiences of your two performances are different, and the fans are also different. There is a clear distinction between Wei and Wei, which will inevitably lead to conflicts." Hua Qiyun covered her face with a fan and said: "Pinglan Pavilion is a place for pleasure, not a place for fighting, so it is imperative for you two to perform on the same stage."

"whatever."

Hua Qiyun smiled but not a smile: "Do you know that Qing Junlian has a lover?"

"I don't know," Mr. Butterfly looked up, "Who is it?"

"Sorrowful cicada."

Mr. Butterfly narrowed his eyes.

"Are you ever afraid?" Hua Qiyun raised her eyebrows.

"If it's him, it's really hard to hide it." Mr. Butterfly also got up: "However, there is a high probability that Shangchou Qingchan won't make a move against me."

"You two know each other?"

"Know people who are famous but don't know faces."

"Oh? Then why are you so sure? You know, you are worth 2408 million taels of gold now!"

"Maybe it's because we both belong to the insect family."

Mr. Butterfly raised his hand and put on the veil: "Also, my net worth is very expensive, 230 million is just a business price."

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24. Double killers in the same frame

In Lan Yunxuan, there are two beautiful dancers on the same stage, one is soft and charming holding a cold sword, the other is cold and gorgeous dancing a fan, and the sword and fan merge together. If the Venus competes with the maiden, it is the musk moon and Chang'e competing for fragrance.

All the guests in the arena kept their eyes on the two dancers. They were busy looking at one of the dancers, and were attracted by the other at the other, and they couldn't help admiring.One of them, a tall and handsome man with a graceful and elegant figure, was in the upper seat, and his eyes were also cast on the stage, but he was different from other people who were looking forward to and focused on one of them all the time.

Bending and stretching the fan, raising the wrist and lowering the eyebrows, the fan feathers brushed the cheeks, Mr. Butterfly seemed to pass down the hall inadvertently when looking back, although he had never met, he could recognize the identity of the tall man at a glance, and he was so sad.

The two were on the same stage, and in Chou Qingchan's heart, she could only see one person, but her mind moved in a casual glance, and her eyes turned to the other person unconsciously.

The 'female' wore a bead curtain to cover half of her face, only Qingshan Yuandai and a pair of water-cut autumn pupils remained, but they were enough to captivate one's soul.The feather fan in the hand is lightly relaxed and slowly closed, like a wonderful brush, like a silk string, turning, swinging, opening, closing, twisting, rounding, and bending, flowing water and clouds, and jade sleeves generating wind.

There is no flaw.

Just because she couldn't find a single flaw, Lingchou Qingchan couldn't help but keep an eye on 'her' every move.

This situation, in the eyes of another person, is another situation.

'Qiu Jun, why is your gaze no longer on me? ! '

Qing Junlian supported the ground with a long sword, soared into the air with a slim figure, and the sword dance became a rainbow, winning the house.Qiu was worried, her watery eyes only looked at one person, but Yi Ren's eyes still stayed on another beautiful figure beside her, and even that figure became hateful.

With a sudden turn of the sword in his hand, Qing Junlian's long sword pointed directly at Feng Piaopiao!

Mr. Butterfly's pupils shrank, his figure turned sharply, and his waist and limbs folded in an astonishing arc, barely avoiding the sword's edge!

The applause from the hall revived again, and Mister Butterfly was stunned.

Qing Jun Lian's sword is unstoppable, one sword is as fast as one sword, and one sword is harder than another, but she is not enough in cultivation, the sword has a shape and a sharp edge, and Mr. Butterfly doesn't know it, so she can handle it by turning around and avoiding each other , Fan danced non-stop with his hands, but his heart was full of complaints: "What's going on now? Why did you hit me suddenly? Ah Yue, help me! The women in the pavilion are all lunatics!"

The drum music came suddenly, and Mr. Butterfly closed his fan subconsciously, maintaining a slanted posture like a butterfly falling on a branch; Qing Junlian's long sword barely stopped three inches in front of his throat.

Fang Xinyu, who was watching the dance, covered her lips and laughed, overjoyed.

The guests in the hall are amazed