Chapter 226: 317 chapters, the butterfly on the sea……

317 chapters, the butterfly on the sea……

317 chapters, the butterfly on the sea……

Just when the Princess shouted 'drawn', Lao Zhuang's secret had already taken effect, they all turned into butterflies.

Those pirate bandits were still dreaming; this pair of butterflies had already flown out of their dreamland, flown out of that dark cabin!!

Ah! How vast the sea is!

This is a world they have never seen before.

Everywhere waves surge, a world of wave-spray, a realm of water.

Here there are no flowers, no grass; no cities and villages; also no fame, no profit, no jealousy and strife; the heavens and earth are vast, vast heavens and earth.

Here there is only singing, the singing of the waves.

Let's just fly like this!

No flowers bloom, no flowers fall; no yin or yang, no waxing or waning; no summer wind and thunder, no winter ice and snow.

Only surging wind and waves, like small hills, rush toward them.

Brother, I'm afraid.

The Princess's tone was shivering, carrying the sea's chill.

Shut up! This furious wind and vicious waves hide killing intent; how can one be afraid!

Actually that boy, he's also afraid in his heart. However, he hides the word 'fear' in his heart.

This sea, each wave higher than the last; where is the homeward course?

The girl felt confused and disappointed.

The sun seemed to be rising on the horizon, anxiously.

But the girl does not believe it; that is light, that is hope.

Because it rises, then it will fall. Just now it was myriad rays of rosy light; in an instant, dusk enveloped everything.

Wave-spray, wave-spray like lotus leaves stretching to the sky, with such a cold expression; behind that beauty lies an unfathomable plot.

Several hundred years, several thousand years, ten thousand years........

In short, I can't recall how many cycles of rebirth there have been in this world. Mortal life rarely sees a smiling face; on the battlefield they draw bows like the moon. Blood has flowed, covering the wilderness.

It's utterly incomprehensible, utterly inconceivable; humanity is fine, so why go to the battlefield, draw bows like the moon? To kill until you die and I live? Blood has flowed, covering the wilderness.

But this vast sea has not a trace of blood.

Could it be that this vast sea is entirely the blood and filth of human warfare?

Blue blood, blue sky.

At this moment, how cold and splendid humanity's blood becomes! The sacred deeds of the Five Emperors and Three Sovereigns have deceived endless travelers.

Who is the endless traveler? Us? What are we? A wave-flower of the sea? A grain of sand at the seabed? Neither.

We come like smoke, go like wind; we are merely a fleeting wisp of smoke and wind in this flowing time. What are we? How many romantic figures? Dao Zhi Zhuang Qiao Liu Yu Hou.

On this vast sea, what can we see? Fame? Reputation? Go to hell!

Just as this pair of white butterflies were idly thinking on the waves of the sea, they discovered a strange island—Ghost Island........

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