A butterfly flew off the chair, and a feather appeared out of thin air and landed on the tea table.
"Use it during your next job change to obtain a Soul-based job."
The butterfly gently fluttered its wings and disappeared from Ye Bai's private space.
Holding the feather, Ye Bai liked it more and more, and a smile couldn't be suppressed on his face.
The doctor visited the patient at home, not only refusing any payment, but also leaving behind this treasure before leaving.
Third Brother, you have a conscience!
The idiot master rolled his eyes at Shura and said irritably.
Are you stupid?
Ye Bai glared back, not to be outdone, and said...
"Idiot, this isn't the first time you've insulted me today."
I'm warning you, I've been putting up with you for far too long!
The fool pointed to the sky.
"Tell me, who just came?"
Ye Bai was perfectly justified.
"My third brother."
The fool rolled his eyes, feeling despair at Shura's shamelessness.
How did such a scoundrel emerge from among the strongest seeds of the human race?
"You've communicated with Xiaoyao before, haven't you?"
The fool said very seriously,
"Think back carefully, aside from answering your questions, has Xiaoyao ever proactively asked you anything related to you?"
Ye Bai was taken aback; it seemed there really wasn't one!
Third Brother always answers questions directly.
It's extremely rare for someone to ask a question voluntarily.
Today, when Ye Bai inquired about matters related to the soul system,
Xiaoyao actually took the initiative to ask, "Do you want to change jobs?", and even left behind a job change item!
Although it's just a small change
However, for the supreme expert Xiaoyao, nothing is insignificant.
Seeing Ye Bai deep in thought, the Foolish Master posed a probing question.
"Have you ever felt that, after spending a lot of time with Him... He's like a human being?"
Ye Bai snorted coldly and said disdainfully,
"Get lost, my third brother is a human being."
...
Outside Shura's private space, a butterfly floats in the void.
He left, but not completely.
He overheard the conversation between the fool and the Asura.
He didn't listen intentionally, and the teacher didn't tell him he couldn't listen, so he listened anyway.
After listening to the conversation, the butterfly pondered a question.
Was she asking the right question?
After thinking for a moment, Butterfly nodded.
right.
Was Shura's answer correct?
He doesn't know.
He has been pondering this question for a century, or even longer.
The butterfly fluttered its wings, flew to the ninety-ninth floor, landed on the Taoist's shoulder, and blended into his robe.
The Taoist priest stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the human world.
He asked softly,
"Perhaps... I was dreaming of butterflies."
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