red butterfly month by month

Let's eat together, be considerate and considerate of each other! "Pepsiton shook his sweat-soaked clothes, let out a haha, and further explained: "Behind the Youyan Tower is the Liang family of the military mansion who lost the battle with Beichen back then, and Sorrow Qingchan was also adopted by the head of the Liang mansion." Three years ago, he completed two settlement tasks one by one in order to withdraw from Youyan Tower. The last one was to assassinate Beichen's pillar of protecting the country, King Beiding. "

Mr. Butterfly frowned. In his opinion, there is no right or wrong to kill each other in the rivers and lakes. Even if a hero kills a hero, he will be killed. But this kind of thing that shakes the foundation of a country will never be done.

The reason why King Beiding was called the Pillar of Protecting the Country was because the [-] Dingbei Army he led was the first and strongest line of defense in northern Xinjiang against the barbarians.Once something happened to him, Beichen would be in chaos.What's more, although the masters around King Beiding are not top-notch, they are all elites on the battlefield. Orders and orders are prohibited, and attacking and killing will never be under any masters of the rivers and lakes. This single task itself is close to death.

It's not that Chou Qingchan can't figure out the danger, it's just that he only has this way.If you don't go, you will face endless pursuit from Youyan Tower; if you go on, at least you can fight for a little life.It's a pity that Baixiaoge, who is secretly loyal to Beichen, already knows his details, and this chance of survival is even more difficult.

"5 taels, I will take this order."

Baishitong nodded, paused, and suddenly half-joked and half-sighed: "Mr. Butterfly, it turns out that you also have weaknesses."

"It's so strange, I'm a human, not a real butterfly." Mr. Butterfly lay on his back and half closed his eyes, and said lazily, "Remind you, it's 3000 taels."

"You, I really can't stand you!" The little bit of kindness that Beston had raised disappeared immediately, and angrily took out three more bank notes from his body: "Hey, it's all money, so I'll give it to you!"

"I said one more sentence, add another 100 taels."

Pepsi smiled, and tapped his forehead for a while: "You said you are so annoying, but I still like you very much?"

"It's useless to confess, I already have someone I like, and you're so ugly. 200 taels."

"Mr Yinchuan Butterfly! Don't bully me too much!"

"300 taels."

……

31. On the Northern Territory

'Ah Yue, someone is going to kill me, will you be nervous?Will you cry?I'm hurt Do you feel so heartbroken that you can't breathe? '

Mr. Butterfly looked deeply at the bright and bright moon in the night sky, and felt sorry for the moon.

Behind him is a thick old tree with twisted branches. The main trunk branched when it grew about one meter.Mr. Butterfly is in this narrow angle, seemingly loosely leaning against the bushes.

If you can take a closer look, you will find that the muscles of his whole body, especially his legs, are tense, and the seemingly random leaning is almost parallel to the branches, without touching the branches and leaves, which will not affect his body. Even the swaying of the branches and leaves is silent.

The night wind blows, the leaves rustle, there are insects and owls in the forest, and there are sounds like some reptiles scraping the dead leaves and grass.

Swish, swish, swish...

The cold forest barbarians are naturally powerful, mostly thick and short, with ugly facial features, withered and yellow complexion, bushy hair, brutal sex, like raw food, and most bloodthirsty, so they are called ghosts.The Guirong family lives in the mountains and forests, and they are very good at imitating wild animals in the jungle. Those with excellent eyesight can see at night, and flies can be seen from a hundred steps away. .

Rustle, rustle, again and again, it sounds like a insect crawling very rhythmically, or like a branch that keeps brushing against dead leaves, little by little, getting closer.

Chi-

There was a cold light, blood splashed, and there were several sounds of piercing through the air. Mr. Butterfly rolled over, kicked and jumped on the twisted branches, and disappeared into the dense forest in an instant.

Several footsteps approached, and several short and strong figures appeared. No one went to check the still warm corpse on the ground. One of them reached out and pulled out an iron arrow from the tree trunk. There was a piece of red brocade scratched on the arrow and some blood spots.The man wiped the arrow with his index finger, put it in his mouth, and squinted his eyes:

"It's his smell, he's hurt."

……

The area outside the borders of the Northern Territory is sparsely populated, and the small country has many races. Every time there is a group of looting, the Jin people are not clearly divided, and they are all called barbarians.In fact, among the barbarians, the Xianrong, Hujue, and Danqi tribes are the largest, and they call themselves noble species.In addition, the small clans are the tribes, which pay tribute every year. They are in charge of their own affairs on weekdays and live in peace and harmony.

The ghost Rong people lived in the mountains and forests, and the young and strong wandered with the barbarian army. When they fell into camp, they mostly chose to follow the forest.With Mr. Butterfly's stealth skills, it is easy to avoid the barbarian's clearing and searching. He chose this dense forest and waited for half a month, and finally waited for the fifteen archers who guarded the place three days ago.

first day.By surprise to cover up his unpreparedness, Gui Rong lost five people in succession at the hands of Mr. Butterfly, and Mr. Butterfly was unharmed.

The Guirong tribe has a low self-esteem and pride, and the pride of the eagle shooters cannot be violated. None of the remaining ten people retreated to ask for help. Instead, they gathered ten people in the forest to encircle and suppress them.

the second day.Gui Rong went all out to encircle and suppress, but Mr. Butterfly waited for an opportunity to fight back. Two Gui Rong were killed and one injured, and Mr. Butterfly revealed his true face.

Eight of the Condor Archers survived, formed into two groups to guard two heads, and spread out in a triangle formation. Whenever Mr. Butterfly attacked one of them, at least three extremely fast iron arrows would block the vital points around his body and the escape routes everywhere.

third day.The ghost army's encirclement circle was locked to a radius of five miles, but Mr. Butterfly killed one person, and was injured for the first time while avoiding the iron arrow.

Most of the Guirong tribe, including the entire barbarian tribe, are not good at practicing internal strength, and they don’t have a complete set of key points for the movement of tendons and acupoints. However, they can also sum up their unique martial arts based on their experience in fighting against the evils of the world and wild beasts—exercise the body technique.The barbarians are extremely physically strong, and those with the highest cultivation level are invulnerable to swords and guns, and their strength has an inherent advantage over the Central Plains people.The iron arrows of the Condor Archer are extremely fast and powerful, and it is almost inevitable to shoot three arrows together.

Time has passed, and it is already the fourth day.Mr. Butterfly found a long snake that was as thick as a finger from a hole in the earth, and casually squeezed a wax pellet the size of a finger belly and threw it into his mouth. After taking a few mouthfuls of bloody snake blood, he coiled the dead long snake on the branch a few more times, jumped lightly, and disappeared into the canopy of the tree beside him.

A moment later, three eagle archers passed by silently in a conical array, and when they passed by the place where Mr. Butterfly landed just now, the leader changed his expression, jumped up suddenly, and dragged him down silently. A long soft snake on a horizontal branch.

Loosen the snake for seven inches, only to see that it has lost its breath, and there is a small horizontal mark at the seven inches, I sniffed it closely, and sure enough, apart from the stench of snake blood, there is also a faint fragrance.

Got you!The leader sneered sinisterly, raised his fingers and formed a circle, and the people behind him immediately understood, and uttered a vivid night owl low cry from his lips, the tone was shrill, and it spread far away in this quiet forest.

Rustle, rustle, five people gathered together, the encirclement further narrowed, and Mister Butterfly also started to move.

The cramped dense forest, the entwined vines, the dull and humid environment, one seems to be hiding, but one is really looking for it, the footsteps are soft and inaudible, but they are getting closer and closer invisibly.

The breeze was mixed with a rotten and damp smell, mixed with a faint scent of flowers.

The eyebrows of the eagle shooters sank, slowly raised their hands, and quickly made several gestures. The five eagle shooters lowered their bodies, held their breath, and everything was silent again.Pairs of hawks of prey stared intently at an inch of space in front of them, their eyes were all poisoned, and there was a sense of carefreeness and contempt.

Without a trace of airflow fluctuations, a red figure flickered over that inch of space like a ghost, and the next moment, the five bowstrings of "boom boom boom boom boom" were issued almost at the same time, but it was the saber sound One point ahead!

Five sharp arrows nailed the red shadow to death in three directions from top, middle and bottom!

At the same time, there was a clang of a knife, red light appeared on the butterfly wings, and the thirteen butterflies were killed!

The eagle shooters are all experienced people, they knew something was wrong when they first heard the sound of the sword, and the first arrow was fired and could not be recovered.

The red and gold thread robe worth hundreds of gold was torn apart in mid-air, and several red butterflies flew out from the broken red cloth. Not far away, only Mr. Butterfly, who was dressed in gold thread, red and black, was in the gap between several iron arrows. Drifting and moving, once again submerged in the canopy and lost track.

The two eagle shooters from the outer formation came over after hearing the sound, and what they saw were the four corpses whose eyes were open and still warm, and barely avoided the people whose half of their bodies were sliced ​​off by the knife gang and could no longer be revived. leader.

The man coughed out a mouthful of dark red blood foam with broken internal organs, and said fiercely: "Chasing! He has at least three arrow wounds on his body, follow the blood, chase!"

The following day, the Condor Archer, who had suffered a great loss, could no longer let Mr. Butterfly take advantage of his scheming.Ambush, counter-ambush, killing, counter-killing, the cycle goes on and on, the narrow dense forest is like a cage of fighting beasts, and those who are shrouded in it will never die.

Three against one, the scars on Mr. Butterfly's body increased to seven, and one of the three eagle shooters had a broken tendon and lost his combat power.

The balance of strong and weak offense and defense has tilted.

The sun is rising, and it is already the sixth day.

The seriously injured eagle shooter crawled in the hollow of the bushes, blending seamlessly with the surrounding forest.

A red figure appeared lightly, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at the forehead of Shooting Eagle.

"You finally appeared!" The Condor Archer held the hard bow in his hand, and looked directly at Mr. Butterfly: "Now, it's time to report your name!"

"You don't change your name when you walk, and you don't change your surname when you sit, Mr. Butterfly in Yinchuan, Northern Territory!" Mr. Butterfly said: "Yin is the Yin that sends you to the underworld, and the butterfly is the butterfly that sends you on the road!"

"Hehe, I've heard, uh—"

M. Butterfly has nothing