The Spirit Butterflies

"Your Majesty, how can it live in such cold weather like this?" Xiao Hong asked seeing a few butterflies approaching, not just a few, but more and more that come swarming to them, a bluish-white butterfly with golden powder flapping from its wings flew towards Bai Ying and the others.

"Be careful, this is no ordinary butterfly." Chen Ming readied his sword, and the number of butterflies instantly filled the garden.

"Brother, why are there so many of them?" Bai Ying asked widening his eye. He winced as the butterfly that landed in his hand stung him.

"Akh!"

After stinging him, the large butterfly decomposed and disappeared with the wind, instantly a black colour was seen running under the skin where the stung was, burning sensation that's spread to his blood vessels so fast.

Xiao Hong took out the fiery flames sword that was already coiled around in his hand ready to attack if the butterfly were to attack them.