Everyone says that butterflies are good, just because of Liang Zhu's transformation into a butterfly, but they don't know that butterflies also have the difficulties of butterflies.
Whoever sleeps at night, wakes up and feels the air is very fresh. When he saw himself, he turned into a butterfly. I was confused: did I dream of the butterfly, or did the butterfly dream of me.
Later, I found out that I was born in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and my name was Zhuang Zhou.
"Yuhuan," a man is calling my name.
Yang Yuhuan, one of the four beauties in ancient China, how could I become her?
The surrounding air was a little cloudy, and I coughed a few times.
"Yuhuan, so you are here/" Erlang flew over.
Looking carefully, both of us are butterflies, and we are still in the misty Heavenly Palace.
"Erlang," I couldn't help shouting.
"So you're here / It's easy for me to find you."
I snuggled into his arms and fell asleep.
"Shanbo, Shanbo," I yelled, but Ma Wencai held me tightly.
At this time, the tomb cracked and I jumped in.
The air became more and more cloudy, mixed with some black smoke.
In the end, Shanbo and I turned into butterflies and flew away. But we parted ways on the way. I was very anxious and searched for him in thousands of mountains and rivers.
It was dark, and there was a choking gas everywhere. I searched everywhere for Shanbo.
At this time, it started to rain, it stinks / A flower bent down and protected me. I am very grateful to her, but I still left her. The smell of rotten wood on her body made me very comfortable.
I finally decided to look for Shanbo, because he is my true love. I flapped my wings and took off. Hey, this environment is really bad. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com