Butterfly Dream was the best poison she had ever concocted, and it was also her only poison. This poison did not hurt anyone, but she drank it first. I still remember that on the last morning, she said with a smile: "This poison is really a good thing. Those who don't love will be free, and those who love will be heartbroken."
Standing in front of her, he held a sword towards him, as cold as ice, and the word "antidote" was ice. She lowered her head and folded her clothes, "This poison extracts the purest things in the world. I didn't expect that the purest things would be so poisonous." She looked at her hands, which were actually a little rough. She loved beauty so much, and she smiled jokingly. "Your blood is turbid." His words made her pupils shrink, "So you know." "I thought" you forgot, she was still joking. "Antidote" His sword came a little closer, and she touched his sword. It was cold, either the sword was cold or her hands were cold. "The blood from my neck is used to make the poison." His sword touched her neck, and blood seeped out. She held the sword with a smile. There was blood on her hand, and she moved the sword to her heart. "The blood from my heart is needed to detoxify." She stopped laughing and looked at him with sharp eyes.
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