But it was already too late. Mo Xue had already run up to the butterfly—yet a miracle happened. The butterfly slowly fluttered down, then gently lifted Mo Xue up and tenderly stroked her cheek.
"Auntie Butterfly, do you still remember Mo Xue? I'm Magic Messenger Xiaoxue'Er." Mo Xue said in a cute, mischievous tone.
The butterfly nodded to show she remembered, then slowly flew over toward Chen Tianlong and the other two.
"Auntie Butterfly, these are all my friends, they won't hurt you." Mo Xue introduced calmly.
"Hello, I'm very happy to meet you all."
A gentle female voice came out of the butterfly's mouth.
"Gah?"
Chen Tianlong froze. This butterfly could speak human language?
"Hehe, you must be surprised. I'm the Butterfly Fairy who's been cultivating in Butterfly Valley all along. Back then, by a stroke of fate, I got to know Mo Xue's mother, Witch Yili." The Butterfly Fairy said slowly.
