Just now, I was talking about a man's romantic nature, like a butterfly, and he would not stay on every flower for a long time, but now I told Liu Ruiying that his name is a butterfly.

The butterfly is definitely not her real name.

A woman named Butterfly is a bit too sexy...it should be her name when she was in Fenghao Restaurant.

A butterfly has only one short spring in life. After spring, perhaps the flying fallen leaves will become her partner, without vitality, only dullness and paleness.

The gorgeous and short-lived brilliance is a reflection of her life, so she named herself Butterfly not only because their lives are similar, but also because the brilliance is also very similar.

Liu Ruiying finally swallowed the potatoes choked on her chest and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Then she realized that since the woman said that she was called a butterfly, she hadn't said a word for a long time. She just sat quietly, her face calm, as if her mind was empty, and she didn't know if she was recalling or just her origin.

Suddenly, her eyes were slightly moist.

And it's very abnormal.

Most people will shed tears first and then swollen their eyes even when they cry. But she is different, but before the tears have shed, her eyes have swollen. Especially under the eyelids, they are already piled up high, squeezing their eyes into a slit.

This looks really not good-looking, but it's very pitiful.

If it is placed in Zhongdu or Xiajian City, I am afraid that anyone who sees her will give her sympathy without hesitation.

Liu Ruiying felt that she should comfort her, but she didn't know what to say. For such a woman, her life experience must be complicated, and what she experienced was not something that Liu Ruiying could understand.

Even the sisters in Fenghao Teahouse may not understand Butterfly's thoughts, let alone Liu Ruiying...

All he could do was pick up the wine bag on the table, pour a full glass of the cup in front of her, then lifted up his wine glass and touched her gently.

Without waiting for the butterfly to react, Liu Ruiying had already tilted her neck to drink.

After he put down the wine glass, Butterfly seemed to have turned around and looked at Liu Ruiying in confusion, then lowered her head and fixed it on her wine glass, whispered: "Thank you", and then raised the wine glass and drank it all in one go.

“It’s so good to drink!”

Liu Ruiying said.

Of course this sentence is not sincere.

A glass of wine or two can even be drunk even if a child is not allowed, let alone an adult, not to mention a girl from Fenghao Tea House.

"It's forced out."

Butterfly said lightly.

Liu Ruiying suddenly felt very heavy...

He understood the helplessness revealed in these four words.

Although his helplessness must be different from butterflies, in life, helplessness is the norm, and each has its own helplessness. Liu Ruiying is unwilling to do many things, and wasn’t it forced to do it?

Butterflies may be forced to sing songs, drink with them, and pick up customers. Liu Ruiying is forced to draw her sword, kill people, and whip them.

It's not for myself, but after going around, it's for myself.

Because if you don’t do this, you will likely starve to death, die of thirst, and be killed by others.

"I didn't call a butterfly before."

Butterfly poured a glass of wine for Liu Ruiying and said.

"What's the name?"

Liu Ruiying suddenly became very interested in the woman in front of her.

Nothing about lust, I just want to know her past, his experiences in the past 20 or 30 years, and her hopes for the future.

"It's okay if you don't say it. But I understand your helplessness, but you only understand half of me."

The butterfly said, drinking.

In the dark, Liu Ruiying seemed to understand something, just like a dark house, you could always see some light, but you couldn't find it... Every time I felt that I had grabbed it, and when I spread my hands, I slipped away from my fingers at an extremely fast speed!

"You have killed anyone, too?"

Liu Ruiying asked directly.

Butterfly's hand holding the wine glass paused for a moment, looked up at Liu Ruiying and replied:

"Can't you see it?"

Liu Ruiying smiled. How could such things be seen with eyes?

No one wrote about good or bad on his face, and no one would embroider the clothes on his chest.

But she said this, at least let Liu Ruiying know that butterflies have killed people.

It is a butterfly during the day, and maybe a vampire bat at night, which specializes in sucking human blood.

Like bats, butterflies fly and are lonely. Even though butterflies always appear in the flowers on sunny afternoons, they squeeze out pollen and nectar, which is no essential difference from bats sucking human blood.

As for why people like butterflies and hate bats, it is purely because of their appearance.

People are often more willing to use false appearances to numb themselves, but they are unwilling to believe the facts, even if they understand this matter clearly, they are unwilling to believe it.

Perhaps the "butterfly" used to be a "bat", but later she walked out of the dark and dull cave and turned her body over.

"Why did you bring me here just now?"

Liu Ruiying changed her tone and asked.

He could see that Butterfly was unwilling to talk about her past. Since she didn't want to talk about the past, let's talk about the present. She brought Liu Ruiying to her own tent, and she would definitely not have no purpose. No matter what the plan was for, at least there was a reason.

"You're there, they're inconvenient to say a lot."

Butterfly said.

"What exactly is An Ming wanting?"

Liu Ruiying asked.

Before Yanjie and Changxing walked into the camp, An Ming had just aroused some emotions and said that what he wanted was interrupted by Yanjie, the wine glass, and then he started vomiting.

"Do you want me to tell a long story or tell it in a long way?"

Butterfly asked.

Liu Ruiying smiled.

Butterfly is indeed a master. He can not only chat, but also tell stories.

Speaking of telling stories, Liu Ruiying remembered another person, Little Clever. He also traveled around the world and was also eloquent. He liked to join in the fun, so he just told stories to others with this mouth and was not hated by others. He was really amazing. I don’t know who could tell more and whose story would be more exciting if Little Clever and Butterfly met.

"You can say whatever you feel comfortable, it doesn't matter if I don't understand."

Liu Ruiying spread her hands.

Butterfly gently put down the wine glass,

This action is really like a butterfly!

The butterflies never fly, and they watch their wings flutter, but they can't even carry a trace of wind.

Liu Ruiying had never seen anyone do such a light move, and he never expected that someone would really be exactly the same as his name. He was called Butterfly, but he was also a Butterfly.

"When a person becomes an orphan, some people will feel relaxed, and some people will be hated. You must also see what An Ming is like. And he is also infected with a special problem."

Butterfly said.

Her words always stopped at critical moments, and Liu Ruiying felt itchy in her heart... She knew that the butterfly was holding her, but she couldn't stop.

In fact, it’s okay not to ask about this or not to listen to it, but when you start, you always want a beginning and end.

"What's wrong?"

Liu Ruiying asked.

He guessed that it should be related to severe vomiting, but by just one vomiting, he couldn't figure out the reason.

"He is afraid of blood, and he can even be said to be afraid of blood!"

Butterfly said.

Liu Ruiying widened her eyes.

I made sure the butterfly was not kidding.

On the contrary, she said it very seriously, more seriously than everything she said before.

However, some people just like to joke with serious tone and expression. The truth is impossible to tell.

But how can people who are afraid of blood become warriors in the tribe?

The barbarians are savage and fighting, and they like to compete for strength and compete the most. They still retain the tradition of duels. All warriors have grown up from hunters. Even if they don’t kill people, they have to hunt. People will surrender for various reasons, sometimes not because of death. But wild beasts have no human wisdom, only you will die and die.

Not to mention, these wild beasts are food for the people of the barbarians. Being kind to them is cruel to themselves. The cruelest way to die in the world is to starve to death, feel the little bit of empty space in your stomach and weaken your body little by little. Even at the last moment of your life, it is like a fire burning in your body, violently burning yourself... This feeling of pain makes people unable to die peacefully.

The hunter who was afraid of blood had no other way out except being killed and eaten by wild animals.

"So he has to drink a lot of alcohol before he shoots his knife. As long as he numbs himself, he can cover up his fear."

Butterfly continued.

Liu Ruiying's shocked expression made her very satisfied.
To be continued...