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In the night sky, the clouds are clear and the moon is full.
On the cliff, butterflies dance in the middle of the moon.
An ordinary butterfly can't fly on such a high cliff. The jungle here is dense and impenetrable. Even if there is such a butterfly among thousands of people who can fly on such a high cliff, it can never be the cliff of this mountain, because this mountain is not an ordinary mountain, but a devil mountain with demons hidden. Of course, this butterfly is not an ordinary butterfly, but a demon butterfly that has been practiced for thousands of years.
There are endless ancient trees in the sand. Under the moonlight, the ink is overflowing and there is a haze in the dense forest. Only this butterfly and a flower under it are surrounded by clear air. I don't know if it's because they absorbed more moonlight on the top cliff of Yaoshan or because the enthusiasm of Yaoshan failed to reach the top of the cliff. Flowers, branches and bones are wonderful, and the color is slightly purple, like peony and cold plum fragrance; Butterflies, with bright white body and floating wings, look around with compassion and dance like meteors.
A cloud covered the full moon in the evening breeze.
In the twilight, flowers tremble and the shadow of butterflies gradually disappears. ...
When Bo Yun abandoned the golden plate and Yue Hua took care of the cliff again, Hua Hudie turned into two girls! A young girl's face is delicate and charming, her skin is as shiny as petals, and she is wearing an embroidered one. ...