red butterfly month by month

With a turn of the omen's blade, the weathered red butterfly wings of the blade directly plunged into the forehead of the eagle's hand, and his body turned into a red butterfly and scattered.Almost at the same moment when he turned into a red butterfly, two iron arrows were firmly nailed to the place where he had just stood!

The red blade reappears!

The ambush eagle shooter who used the seriously injured as a bait lost his target again; Mr. Butterfly, who used himself as a bait, found the opponent's position.

The eagle shooter hidden in the canopy was caught off guard, and was cut in two obliquely by the wind of the knife. The other man managed to avoid it, but the hard bow in his hand was broken in two.

"Despicable villain!" The only one left alive, the Condor Archer, looked around with his eyes like torches, his sinister eyes almost solidified.

"You're welcome, just be polite!" The low-pitched male voice from mid-air was erratic, and it was impossible to tell the direction.

"What? The famous Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly, don't you feel at ease when you are about to die, and don't even dare to show your face?!"

"Dead people always have a little more face than ordinary people. If you want to meet, then I will see you!" After the words fell, several red butterflies came and gathered together.

The Condor Archer looked at it intently, and suddenly felt a chill in his neck!Looking back hastily, only the head turned over, and even turned twice on the ground.A pair of poisoned brown pupils gradually lost their color, and what was finally reflected was a delicate face with blond hair and different pupils, extremely coquettish to the extreme.

"Mr. Butterfly is not a good person, but usually, I will try my best to fulfill the things I promise others." Mr. Butterfly bent down so that the head could see himself clearly before the consciousness dissipated: "See clearly Is it? Isn't it beautiful?"

Mr. Butterfly combed his long blond hair: "A free reminder, the top killers are very scheming, and Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly is no exception. He is also a beautiful scheming ghost!"

The last light in the eyes of the last eagle shooter dissipated.

As the sun sets, dead leaves fly along the road.

Mr. Butterfly resisted with his long sword on his shoulder, and turned back.

"Victory is the price paid for by the death of the opponent, and the tragedy of the death of the opponent is a reference for self-improvement that you must never fail. Wandering at the juncture of life and death, not knowing where tomorrow will be, this is the world."

"Tsk! This is called a bad person has a bad person's mood, ha--"

As the sun sinks, the red butterfly disappears lightly.

……

32. North China

The winter wind is bleak, and the sky is full of cold rain.

The lingering cold rain threads are like sticky and wet spider threads, forming a web covering the sky and covering the whole world in the rain.

Located in the chaotic place at the junction of the northern border and the wild, it is full of burning, killing, looting, human trafficking, barren mountains, and strange rocks.

There is only one official road to enter and exit, the path is desolate, and there are no post stations and guest houses along the way.There is only a dilapidated teahouse standing there leaning halfway upside down. On one side, bamboo poles and thatch are used to build a long row of straw sheds. The turf has been slightly shoveled and some insect repellent powder has been sprinkled. The four sides are ventilated, neither neat nor clean , It is not as good as the stables of wealthy people.

Under the thatched shed, some square tables with stools were randomly placed, and a large iron pot was set up at the end to boil water.The boiling water was churning, and raindrops continued to fall in the mist.

Put a handful of tea leaves in a large coarse porcelain bowl, wash it with boiling water mixed with winter rain, and add a piece of rough flour pancake the size of a man's palm to accompany the tea. The asking price is 30 taels of silver, regardless of refilling the water.If you are willing to buy, you can enter the shed and take a seat, if you are not willing, you can leave, and the store will not stop you.

Within a radius of [-] li, there is only one place to rest and shelter from the rain. The chaotic place is not peaceful, and there are many dangers in walking in the rain.As for those who don't recognize it, the dozens of mummified corpses shaking in the wind and rain in the small woods not far away are a lesson from the past.

It was windy and bleak outside the shed, and the groups of people staying in the shed were not happy to talk.Those who have a full suitcase can use some refreshments for themselves, and those who don't care about it can satisfy their hunger with coarse tea and noodle cakes.Occasionally, there are acquaintances and companions discussing in a low voice, and some unfamiliar people chat with each other, but most of them are on guard against each other, guarding every move around them.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, it's the sound of rain falling on oil-paper umbrellas.

In the hazy rain and mist, a man in red with a red umbrella approached gradually, without hearing footsteps or seeing where his feet landed, which showed the extraordinary lightness kung fu of the comer.

A gold pearl fell into the cash basket, and the shopkeeper, who was sitting on a broken recliner wrapped in a blanket and sipped wine from gourds to keep out the cold, raised his eyelids, waiting to see who was coming, a pair of sinister triangular eyes suddenly appeared After squinting, he rarely raised half of his body: "Your Excellency, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Is it so strange?" The red umbrella fell, and the person who came showed his appearance.With blond hair, snow skin, different eyes, gorgeous clothes, and a gorgeous and coquettish appearance, it is Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly who traveled westward to avoid the pursuit of the barbarians.Throwing away the red umbrella in his hand and putting away the raindrops, Mr. Butterfly put on a disgusted face and tried his best to mock: "It's just you here, can't you still expect others to come for sightseeing without incident?"

"For charging you thirty silver with such a face, your temper will remain unchanged for a long time!" The storekeeper smiled instead of anger, and also joked that Mr. Butterfly had already stepped into the thatched hut, and the storekeeper hurriedly greeted: "You Refreshments!"

"Keep it for yourself!"

Mister Butterfly paced forward, looked around, trying to find a cleaner seat from the messy shed.

He looked around, and the surroundings also looked at him.

"Here!" A tall, rugged one-armed man beckoned.The square table where the man was sitting was at the corner of the thatched hut, half of it was on the outside, but it was not protected from wind and rain due to the turning of the terrain, it was cleaner than the side, and the table was neatly tidied up. , It can be seen that he was born well.

Mr. Butterfly didn't hesitate, stepped over, and sat down directly in the small space that the man had vacated. The two sat on the same bench, shoulder to shoulder, hand to hand, but the extremely close distance beyond the warning.

There was a smile on the tall man's vicissitudes and solemn face: "It's been a long time!"

"Yes, 3000 taels," Mr. Butterfly raised his eyes: "Hell knife, Kou Feishang."

"You are still so full of money, so familiar!"

"You are still so unshaven, it's really an eyesore!" Mister Butterfly flicked her hair: "You are strong enough to live with one arm, remember to settle the money before you die."

"As a friend, can't you expect me to order something?"

"Pay money first, then make friends."

"Yes, yes, yes! What you say is money, and you really don't change your mind!"

"Every time I say yes! This is a sign of refusal!" Mr. Butterfly rolled his eyes: "By the way, didn't you accept a rich apprentice? Why are you still so poor?"

"His money is his money, not mine!"

"Hey, accepting people as apprentices, being bodyguards, taking care of his life but not paying a penny, and doing a business that loses money, no wonder you are so poor! You don't know how to pay for your apprentice's coffin, right? It was agreed in advance , I won’t pay for your funeral if you die.”

"Stop, stop, stop talking, I've heard enough of the words money and death!" Kou Feishang pointed to the person in the middle seat opposite him: "Let me introduce you, this is my apprentice, Chu Yuntian, next to him are his subordinates and family members." Then he turned to Chu Yuntian and said, "This is the friend I mentioned to you, Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly."

Chu Yuntian is a young man who is handsome and about [-] years old. Although he is a little surprised at Mr. Butterfly's youth, he still cups his hands and bows his hands as a junior salute: "I have admired your name for a long time, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Mr. Butterfly praised him solemnly: "Your master's vision skills are really top-notch!"

"Ahem," Kou Feishang interrupted the communication between the two, changed the subject and asked, "Why did you come here?"

"I can't collect the bills, I can't eat, so I can only come out to pick up business and make money."

"..."

There is no way to talk today.

It took nearly an hour for the rain to stop, and everyone got up and left.

Mr. Butterfly glanced casually, seeing the old, the young, the weak, and the weak in the Chu family, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, as soon as he got up, Kou Feishang, who was very familiar with his personality, grabbed his arm, Buckle down.

"Hey—" Mr. Butterfly warned with a gloomy face.

Kou Feishang was Mr. Butterfly's partner when he first entered the wrestling world of martial arts. The two of them used to fight Hell Knife and Butterfly Zhan for a while.Kou Feishang attaches great importance to love and righteousness, and because of his too much emphasis on love and righteousness, he made a move to sever his past love and hatred by cutting off his arm.

After breaking his arm, Kou Feishang's strength was greatly reduced, and the two broke up.Mr. Butterfly continues to do the killer business of collecting money and paying for his life. When Kou Feishang was seriously injured, he got Chu Yuntian to help him by chance. From this, he formed a master-student relationship and stayed with his apprentice Chu Yuntian, both for teaching and protection. .

"I need your help with something."

"I'm expensive!"

"Yes, I will pay on credit."

Mr. Butterfly's face darkened: "Ku Dao, you are challenging Butterfly's patience!"

"My life has long been tied to your knife." Touching Chu Yuntian's worried eyes, Kou Feishang waved his hands gently, then turned to look at Mr. Butterfly and said, "When we two parted, you As I said, seeing Mr. Butterfly again is the killing of opposites, Kou Feishang will keep it in mind."

"So, what's going on now?"

"The sky is fine."

"So good that you plan to trade your life for your life, so chic that you repay him in a stupid way?!"

Kou Feishang said: "This is the most different place between the two of us. Mr. Butterfly, for me, if I receive a little bit from others, I should spring up to repay it."

"That's why you are so poor that you eat dirt and don't pay back your debts!"

"I didn't want to renege."

"Yes, you are really poor and have no money to pay back!"

Kou Feishang looked helplessly at the sky.

"Is there nothing to say?" Mr. Butterfly rolled his eyelids.

"Human relationship, friendship, master-student relationship, and love, people's emotions are constantly unreasonable and chaotic.