When night falls over Jinghua Kingdom, the white moon echoes the long streets of the imperial capital. When the red lanterns flutter in the wind, music and songs surge among the flowers.
A pair of beautiful feet quietly stepped into this land, long hair was flying in the night, and the cold blade cut through the long wind, spreading the smell of blood.
The lights flickered slightly, and the knife fell from his hand. The blood was hot and sprayed out in a beautiful arc. Someone chuckled, and the bloody flowers slowly bloomed.
Three women, three knives. One is good at singing, one is good at dancing, and the other can wipe his knife and feel compassion for the dead souls at his feet. Watching them fall into the quagmire step by step, struggling, suffering, and sinking, until they were sent to the endless hell but never rescued.
Who said that the world is not hell?
They are killers trained by the empire and sincere ministers in the darkness. Constantly performing the simplest task of killing people.
They are used to dancing on the tip of the knife and turning killing into an art. They are the Empire and one of the most respected killer groups in that country. They have a name as elegant as themselves ====== Night Butterfly.
They are night butterflies, and they can only spread their wings alarmingly at night. Gradually dye the wings into light colors, deep red, and rich black.
However, when the night butterfly woke up again, someone heard the sigh in the wind. Just like a kiss, a wisp of fragrance, or the eternal breath of someone in the past life.
They are night butterflies, good at singing, dancing and slaughtering. In this special era and dynasty, we constantly bury ourselves with the knife in our hands.