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If Zhao Yuan knew that Lu Dao could hide among ordinary people without incurring a catastrophe, it was estimated that he would hide in the crowd all day long......

After being stunned for a while, Zhao Yuan lay down on the bed.

Rustling......

A slight friction sound sounded, and in the darkness, Zhao Yuan saw that a black shadow like a bat kept bumping and tossing at the entrance of the cave, as if he wanted to crash into the room, but the black shadow stumbled and fluttered, although it was wandering at the entrance of the cave, but it couldn't enter the room anyway, and the window paper "rustled".

"Are there bats in the winter? If there are bats in the winter, then the bats are too stupid. Zhao Yuan glanced at the black shadow and closed his eyes again.

"Phew"

Zhao Yuan opened his eyes again, turned his head and looked, but it was the black shadow that fell to the ground and fluttered, presumably crashing into it, but it was overexerting force and falling to the ground.

"Silly bat...... Uh......"

Zhao Yuan was surprised to see that the black shadow actually struggled to fly up slowly, and then, suspended in the air, like a ghost.

What a monster!

There is no way for a bat to hover in the air like this.

Zhao Yuan sat up suddenly, his eyes stared at the black shadow, the black shadow seemed to be observing something, hovered for a while, and actually flapped his wings and flew in the direction of Zhao Yuan.

Watching the black shadow fly over little by little, Rao is Zhao Yuan was bold, and in the dead of night, there was also a creepy feeling.

Human beings are full of yearning for light, and they are full of awe for darkness and unknown things, and Zhao Yuan is no exception.

Zhao Yuan's muscles were tense, like a bowstring, and the whole person was like a hunting cheetah.

At this time, Zhao Yuan was sitting on the bed, the target was very big, and what was strange was that the black shadow actually ignored Zhao Yuan's existence, and actually flew towards the empty bedside, and then, without any warning, fell on the head of the bed and did not move.

Zhao Yuan didn't dare to act rashly, and when he stared at the black shadow for a stick of incense, the black shadow was still unmoving, as if he had suddenly lost his life.

Finally, Zhao Yuan couldn't help it, quietly got out of bed, walked barefoot on the ground, did not make the slightest sound, and then lit the oil lamp......

A pink paper butterfly lies quietly at the head of the bed.

Paper butterflies.

Letter!

Wan Ling'er's letter!!

Zhao Yuan restrained his frantically beating heart, returned to the bed, and carefully picked up the delicate paper butterfly. This is a paper butterfly that folds extremely exquisitely, and the paper butterfly is covered with some words and symbols that Zhao Yuan does not recognize, full of infinite mystery.

"Don't take it apart. ”

On the wings of the paper butterfly, there are three huge red characters, the red characters look bloody, as if to warn Zhao Yuan, these three words are very hard, and they look terrifying.

"I can't sleep either. ”

Zhao Yuan wrote a few words, inserted the piece of paper on the back of the paper butterfly, and a surprising scene appeared, the paper butterfly actually jumped up in Zhao Yuan's hand, danced in the air and flew in a circle, flew straight out of the hole, and disappeared into the dark night......

“......”

Watching the paper butterfly disappear, Zhao Yuan suddenly realized.

It turns out that the "letter" that Wan Linger said is a paper butterfly that can fly, no wonder she has to poke a hole in the window paper.

This paper butterfly is too powerful, if they all communicate in this way, then the postmen of the Great Qin Empire will be unemployed. Immediately, Zhao Yuan thought that this idea was obviously a bit unrealistic, the Great Qin Empire had a population of hundreds of millions, and if they all delivered letters in this way, no matter how powerful the cultivators were, they would be exhausted to death.

Rustling......

Just when Zhao Yuan was thinking wildly, a slight sound of breaking the air sounded, and he saw the pink paper butterfly wandering outside the open window paper for a while, as if he had seen it, and plunged into the room, after entering the room, the pink paper butterfly seemed to be very proud of a successful entry, flew a few laps in the air, danced for a while, and then fell to the head of Zhao Yuan's bed.

"Are you feeling better now? Do you still have diarrhea? I'm so annoyed. The rows of juanxiu handwriting on the letterhead made Zhao Yuan's heart warm.

"I'm fine. What are you bothered about?"

"Well, my dad is not good. ”

"What's wrong with your dad?"

"I don't know who Lu Dao fought with, he was seriously injured, and after he came back, he was unconscious. ”

"Have you ever been out?"

"Yes, I went to Shenlong Mountain to find a doctor, did you see me?"

"Well, I saw it when you came back, and there was another person with you. Is that doctor awesome?"

"Yes, a very good doctor, but my father's injury, she can't do anything about it. ”

"For what?"

"My father's dantian was pierced by a flying sword, hurting the soul, and the ordinary medicine stones no longer worked, and a large number of spars were needed. But it doesn't matter, my mom is selling her property, and in a few days, she will have money to buy spars. ”

"Want to sell property?" The two chatted back and forth, and when Zhao Yuan saw the news that Wanjia was going to sell his property, his body couldn't help but be shocked.

"Yes, we need a lot of top-grade spars to rebuild the damaged dantian, and our family now has to feed thousands of victims, which is a lot of expense. Coupled with the heavy snow blocking the road, the mob rushed to commit crimes, and the goods in the East Courtyard could not be turned into cash for the time being, so they could only be sold property. ”

"Oh. ”

"Zhao Yuan, I'm afraid I won't be able to play with you in the future. ”

"For what?"

"I want to sell the Ice Divine Sword, and the doctor of Shenlong Mountain contacted a buyer for me, and offered 50 million imperial coins, if you bargain, it is estimated that you can sell it for 80 million. ”

"Don't sell. ”

"No, I'm afraid that the family doesn't have enough money, and my father needs a lot of spars. ”

"It's okay, you also have a small ink-colored sword, you can sell one. ”

"No, as I said, the inky sword is yours. ”

"I don't need to. ”

"You'll need it later. Don't worry, when my father is ready, I will buy another good flying sword, we have thousands of families, and we make a lot of money. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Mom will cover me with a quilt later, I'm going to sleep, Zhao Yuan, you should go to bed early." ”

"It's good. ”

......

The two chatted and chatted until the early hours of the morning.

Zhao Yuan didn't know what to say, Wan Ling'er was tired and sweating profusely every time she sent out a letter, because her aura couldn't control the paper butterfly to fly such a long distance, and the paper butterfly was able to fly to the east courtyard entirely thanks to the "Flying on the Grass" pill she refined.

Flying on the grass is a very ordinary elixir of the rivers and lakes, which can briefly stimulate the potential of the human body, Wan Linger whimsically, soaked the paper butterfly with the medicinal juice of the grass flying elixir, and then drove it with aura, surprisingly, the paper butterfly was able to stumble and fly, Wan Linger experimented several times, added some talismans, and after improvement, the paper butterfly was finally able to fly to Zhao Yuan's room in the East Courtyard.

Of course, even with the help of the Flying Pill on the Grass, Wan Ling'er was still exhausted, after all, every flight of the paper butterfly still required a lot of aura.

Just when Wan Ling'er fell asleep, Zhao Yuan didn't sleep, he looked at Wan Ling'er's letterhead from beginning to end, reading it over and over again.

These words, like torches in winter, made Zhao Yuan feel infinite warmth.

For Zhao Yuan, this kind of repeated reading of the letter can fantasize about Wan Ling'er's delicate appearance when writing the letter, which makes Zhao Yuan have boundless reverie......