Generally, you rarely see butterflies on rainy days, but you can't even see butterflies in Xingyu Palace, which is surrounded by rain all year round.
Xiahou Yazhuo didn't mind getting wet from the rain. He took a few steps forward and walked to the bush. He stretched out his left hand to the side of the night butterfly and said, "Why did you get in? You can't fly here."
Out."
The night butterfly seemed to understand Xiahou Yazhuo's words, and it actually landed on his fingertips.
Xiahou Yazhuo smiled and blocked Yedie with his right hand, then turned and returned to the room. Yedie flew up from his fingertips, but landed on the rim of a teacup, and in the cup of the teacup.
He had spilled the tea just now, but he didn't know that butterflies also liked the taste of tea.
No! Wrong!
Xiahou Yazou immediately remembered something. This set of tea sets was commonly used by him in Kuangge Hall. When he checked the spices in front of Xiahou Ranluo that day, he poured the spices into the teacup, although the teacup had already been washed.
, he has never smelled anything, but the smell that humans can't smell doesn't mean that butterflies or other creatures can't smell it!
Those spices do have a smell, and it may be very strong, which made the night butterfly fly in from such a distance in the rain, but because of the rain washing, the smell should have flowed to the bushes, so this night
Only butterflies will miss it there.
Maybe he happened to drink from that tea cup, so he had such a strong reaction?!
"Who is this person who casts the spell...?" Xiahou Yazhuo could feel that his body was fine, because there was no poison that could harm him or Xia Houranluo, so the spice was not poisonous, so what could make him like this
It must be magic!
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Xia Houranluo actually didn't remember when she fell asleep, but she knew she was dreaming, because she dreamed that she was just a little girl about ten years old, wearing a lavender Confucian skirt, walking with a staggering step.
Behind Xiahou Yazuo.
The foreground was pitch black, except for Xiahou Yazou, who was dressed in white and had white hair, like a little light in the darkness.
"Master, master...wait for me!" Xia Hou Ranluo walked forward very hard, but found that it was difficult to keep up with Xia Hou Yazhuo's pace. She lowered her head and looked and was surprised to find that there were actually something on her feet.
A shackle!
She was just a child and cried "Wow"...
"Stop crying, from now on... I will protect you." A young man appeared in front of Xia Houran. He used his sword to cut off the shackles on Xia Houran's feet, and then reached out and patted her head.
The boy's childish face had a pair of very clear phoenix eyes, which looked at her with a smile.
The young man in front of her gave Xia Hou Ranluo a familiar feeling, but she opened her mouth, but she couldn't call out the young man's name.
"Master, I will take care of her from now on." The young man turned around and said to an old man with a moral integrity behind him.
The old man took a deep look at Xia Hou Ranluo, then pinched his beard and nodded: "Yang Xuan, if you can call her by name, I will let her follow you."
her name?
Xia Hou Ranluo wanted to tell the boy that she was called Xia Hou Ranluo, but the dream did not allow her to make a sound as she wished.
The young man looked Xia Houranluo up and down, then reached out and gently took a hairband with a lavender pattern in her hair, and said with a smile: "You seem to like purple very much, but purple is alternate with white.