Let’s talk about the magical snow butterfly...that’s probably it.

The old man nodded pretending to understand.

…

The two old men were no longer entangled in Xuedie's identity.

Instead, I concentrated on admiring the beauty of the snow butterflies.

…

"It's really beautiful."

The old lady couldn't help but sigh.

"No wonder your mother was so excited in the morning telling me that she saw Xuedie yesterday..."

…

"It's beautiful."

The old man nodded.

Beauty is universal.

The old man felt that he had not been touched by such pure beauty for a long time.

True beauty is something no one can refuse.

…

"Xiaoxiao."

The old man felt awkward and carefully returned the snow butterfly to his grandson.

Xuedie has also seen it.

After the amazing energy subsided, the old man wanted to go back to play chess.

Besides, we can't keep the frog god waiting.

I clearly said before that I was just taking a break.

Who would have thought that this snow butterfly would be so amazing and amazing.

You won't notice the passage of time when you are so addicted.

…

Xiao Xiao smiled and took the butterfly.

Then his fingers moved slightly.

The snow butterfly flutters its wings.

The next second, it merged with the flying snow in the sky.

The snow butterfly disappeared.

…

The old man was stunned.

Then he shook his head with some emotion on his face.

"I'm going back to play chess."

"Old lady."

The old man turned to look at the old lady and said, "You're almost done."

"It's cold outside."

"Staying here for too long is not good for your health."

…

"ah?"

Suddenly being called, the old lady who was too immersed in admiring the snow butterflies was a little startled.

Her hands couldn't help but move.

…

Snow butterflies fly lightly.

…

"ah-"

The old lady gave a short cry.

Then he narrowed his eyes.

She found that the snow butterfly did not leave.

Instead, it stopped in front of her eyes.

As if waiting for something.

The old lady looked at Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao nodded slightly to the old lady.

…

The old lady looked at Xuedie in front of her again.

"brat."

Although I know the snow butterfly is just a snow butterfly.

Not a real creature.

But Xuedie's performance was too confusing.

Not only is it like a living creature.

It is also more spiritual than ordinary creatures.

The old lady couldn't help but take Xuedie seriously.

"Return to your companions."

"goodbye."

The old lady waved her hand slightly.

…

The old man on the side couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

what?

How can Xuedie understand-

The old man's eyes widened.

…

Xuedie bowed her head to the old lady.

Then he turned around and flew into the sky.

A gust of wind comes.

In an instant, the snowflakes were blinding.

When Feng Zhi looked again, except for the snowflakes, there was no trace of the snow butterfly.

…

The old man slapped his mouth.

A smile slowly appeared on the old lady's face.

"Oops~"

"What a cute little guy."

"Don't you think so, old man?"

The old lady turned to look at the old man.

Old man:......

"……yes."

“Very polite.”

I actually know how to say goodbye...

Is the snow butterfly really not a living creature?
To be continued...