When she was sleepy, Xiao Xiu felt the tip of her nose itch, as if someone was holding a grass leaf and teasing her nose freely. She turned over and then turned over. The itchy feeling had not subsided. Xiao Xiu simply opened her sleepy eyes, but saw a colorful *** on the tip of her nose, with crystal clear wings, as thin as a cicada's wings.

With eyes facing each other, Xiao Xiu was immediately frightened and jumped up from the shack. He rushed into Su Jinzhai's arms on the bed in two steps. He was so scared that his whole body was shaking like a chaff. He cried, "Master, the butterfly demon is here to eat me!"

Su Jinzhai turned over and picked up the bone sword, looked at the butterfly dancing in a deep eyes, circled around, and then floated forward again. Finally, he stopped beside the table and flapped his wings. He glanced at the little embroidery holding his robe in disgust and sneered: "Has your nose failed?"

Xiao Xiu came to her senses and wrinkled her nose and sniffed it carefully. Sure enough, the butterfly had no evil spirit on her body. She breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest and said, "I'm scared to death."

Su Jinzhai took out his robe and ignored her, stood up and left.

The butterfly at the table stokes the butterfly wings, flew from afar, and lands on Xiaoxiu's nose again. Xiaoxiu looked at its beautiful and light wings and tugged her lips and smiled. Her laughter only opened for a moment, and then suddenly fell on her face, but was replaced by a burst of scary horror. She screamed in a sharp voice and shouted: "Master, mage! It is crying, it is crying!"

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It was already dark, and a little candlelight in the house was swaying, scattering a faint warm yellow.

Xiao Xiu lay on the table and looked at the colorful butterfly that was constantly stoking the butterfly wings for a moment. She felt that its eyes were like humans, with a sense of sorrow that it could not be dissolved, but there was no trace of demonic aura on it, just an ordinary butterfly.

Su Jinzhai walked out of the door, sat beside her, lying on the table like her, sighed repeatedly. Xiao Xiu was curious that he would look like this, and tilted his head and asked in surprise: "Master, are you... broken up?"

Su Jinzhai glanced at her and said with a bad tone: "As a pet, don't you care about your owner's diet?"

Xiao Xiu raised her body from the table, blinked Yingliuoshui's big eyes, and asked, "Master, are you Ele.m.?"

Su Jinzhai grabbed the collar of the back of her neck and lifted her up, glanced at her side, and his voice was cold: "If you don't cook, I'll bake you to eat."

Xiao Xiu was dumbfounded, her almond eyes widened, and she said a little aggrievedly: "I am so cute, how can you bear to eat me!"

"Go quickly!"

Su Jinzhai lost his patience and dragged her collar toward the kitchen. Xiao Xiu rolled her eyes and pouted her mouth, looking unwilling to do so. However, the colorful butterflies on the table shook off their light wings and rose up from Xiao Xiu's sleeves, flying around her, as if they were not afraid of her, but fell lightly in front of Xiao Xiu's eyes.

Su Jinzhai and Xiao Xiu stopped moving and both looked at the butterfly. For some reason, Xiao Xiu always felt that the colorful butterfly was very strange. Her eyes were so sad that tears were about to overflow. She suspiciously stretched out her fingers to touch the butterfly whiskers, but she saw it spread its butterfly wings high and flying into the air, constantly spinning above the two of them.

Xiao Xiu frowned and looked at Su Jinzhai with his head tilted to look at him, and asked, "Master, does that butterfly want to take us somewhere?"

Su Jinzhai also lowered his eyebrows and eyes at this moment, and a stream of light flashed in his narrow eyes, saying, "Follow it."

The two followed the colorful butterfly. Xiao Xiu frowned and looked at the route it had taken. She felt more familiar. She grabbed Su Jinzhai's sleeve and said anxiously: "This is the direction toward Chen's house."

Su Jinzhai nodded. The two of them turned around an alley and saw the towering vermilion wall of Chen's house, which was particularly clear under the pale moonlight. The colorful butterfly seemed to be familiar with the road and disappeared into Chen's house.

Su Jinzhai lowered his voice and said, "Let's go in quietly to see what it wants to do."

Xiao Xiu nodded obediently, Su Jinzhai clamped her under his armpit and jumped high. His clothes were rippling, tightly wrapped around Xiao Xiu's black hair blown by the wind. Xiao Xiu was extremely uncomfortable with him, but he accepted his fate and sighed in his arms.

There were only a few servants who were vigilant at night in Chen's house. After the son, they were already drowsy. The two of them hid on the roof, and saw the lanterns fluttering but drifting in the courtyard like ghost fires. The surroundings were quiet and strangely quiet.

The two of them floated into the mourning hall quietly, but saw Chen Fuyao's coffin open wide, and the colorful butterfly stopped on her lips, shaking wings, like the trembling shoulders when people cried.

Xiao Xiu felt a strange feeling inexplicably, looked at Su Jinzhai, stepped forward lightly, and the butterfly suddenly spread its wings and flew away, hovering over Chen Fuyao's head for several times and flew elsewhere.

Xiao Xiu and Su Jinzhai followed the colorful butterfly and saw it flying into Chen Fuyao's boudoir with its butterfly wings, and drilled into the gap in the small window.

A gust of wind blew over, blowing Xiaoxiu's skirt like a bird suddenly rising, and the bells above her head were sobbing, just like the sharp sound of a woman crying. Xiaoxiu felt a hard and gloomy at this moment, and slowly seeped into her body from under her feet.

"Master, why are you so frightened?"

Xiao Xiu grabbed Su Jinzhai's sleeve and hid her body behind him. Su Jinzhai's pupils were indescribable in the moonlight. He stepped forward a few steps and pushed open Chen Fuyao's door.

Xiao Xiu hid behind Su Jinzhai and poked his eyes slightly out and looked into the room.

A waterfall of moonlight was like flowing water, slowly flowing through the eaves and spreading on the ground, like a layer of autumn frost. The butterfly fell on a painting on the wall, with its wings full, gradually closing its wings, like a dead leaf on the verge of falling.

Su Jinzhai and Xiaoxiu walked over carefully, watching the butterfly stop on the painting without any movement. Xiaoxiu looked at the painting suspiciously and saw that the picture was freehand painting of landscapes, clear breeze and bamboo shadows, clear spring and white clouds, and a poem was mentioned under the corner, but it was not special.

But the butterfly led them here just to let them see this painting?

Xiao Xiu bit his finger and chanted the poem in the painting: "I walk with you and laugh, but now I am walking in the mountains and rivers again. There is a lonely green bamboo in Shenyuan, and my husband loves you and I don't see you."

Su Jinzhai's face suddenly changed drastically, his eyes were surprised, and he stared at the painting in surprise. His face was gloomy and gloomy. Xiao Xiu looked at him in surprise and asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Su Jinzhai fell on the butterfly, his eyes suddenly sank, and he curled his lips and said, "It's actually a hidden poem."

"Hidden Poetry?"

Xiao Xiu frowned and looked at the painting again, reading out the words hidden in his head: "I, no, Shen, Lang!"

At the end of the four words, Xiao Xiu's face suddenly turned pale. Looking at the butterfly, he opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and said in surprise: "You are Shen Lang?"

The butterfly seemed to understand Xiao Xiu's words and hovered in the house. Su Jinzhai looked at him coldly and asked, "But Shen Xugui was doing it, where is he now?"

The colorful butterfly seemed a little chaotic and rushed around the house. Su Jinzhai said anxiously: "No, the sunken beard is to cast the spell! Grab it quickly!"

Xiao Xiu immediately jumped up to catch the butterfly, but the butterfly was crazy and flew randomly, and seemed to be very painful. Her little body trembled. Su Jinzhai swung his wide sleeves, and the golden bell in the sleeve shot out colorful light, illuminating the entire room. But something strange happened. The colorful butterfly disappeared out of thin air in front of him, and could not find a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Su Jinzhai collected the golden bell and sighed heavily, "It's still one step late."

Xiao Xiu fell to the ground, and still couldn't let go of Chen Xugui's affairs. After a long time, she looked up at Su Jinzhai, flattened her mouth and said, "Master, what exactly did Chen Xugui want to do? Where did he take Chen Lang?"

"have no idea."

Su Jinzhai shook his head, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looked at the clear moonlight above the sky outside the window, and sighed softly. After a long time of silence, he turned his head and looked at Xiao Xiu and whispered: "I hope... he won't do anything wrong."

In fact, Su Jinzhai was really worried. On the next day, Chen Xugui returned home, dragged his tired body to open the door, walked to the bed and fell asleep.

Xiao Xiu was extremely surprised and tiptoed out of the window with his fingers and observed him carefully. He was puzzled by his actions. He had done so many things and could no longer hide his identity. Now, he has returned home openly. What is he planning?

It was not until the sunset was sunset and the sunset was gone, and the sunset was gone. He woke up slowly. He sat up from the bed, stretched his waist, got up, walked out, pushed open the door and looked at him standing outside the door with two people standing shoulder to shoulder with four eyes open, which scared him. Then he looked a little angry, his eyebrows were sharp, and he said angrily: "Who are you two, how could you be at my house?"

Su Jinzhai and Xiao Xiu looked at each other in surprise, both frowned and said in unison: "Are you Chen Lang?"

Chen Lang looked at the two uninvited guests who broke into his house. Without saying a word, he rolled up his sleeves and drove them out. Xiao Xiu stood at the gate, looked at the closed courtyard gate, pinched Liu's waist angrily, and shouted: "Who is it! You broke the bridge across the river and killed the donkey. Last night, you turned into a butterfly and asked for help!"

Chen Lang opened the door again with his hands on the door frame, his face was cold and hard, he glanced at the two of them, and snorted coldly: "What a butterfly, the girl is so good at joking. I just drank a little too much wine in the willow forest outside the house and slept for half a month. You two robbers actually want to live in my home openly? Don't think about it!"

After saying that, he hummed sarcastically and closed the door tightly with a swing of his hand.

Xiao Xiu and Su Jinzhai looked at each other outside the gate, both surprised by Chen Lang's words. Could it be that Chen Lang doesn't remember what happened in the past half month?
Chapter completed!