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The twilight is dull, like an inky rendering.

The night sky is deep and clear, and countless silver stars are intertwined into a long river of stars, like a strange whirlpool flowing above the sky, exuding crystal brilliance.

The light at the bottom of the valley was dim, like eternal night.

The town is tranquil and idyllic, with its brightly lit streets deserted from all the hustle and bustle, as if you have fallen asleep peacefully after the chaos of the day. The lanterns hanging over the streets are delicate and small, overflowing with lights, gently swaying in the wind, like colorful sparks quietly flickering in the twilight.

The chic, cute round lantern looks like a fox and hangs under the eaves, emitting a warm orange fire.

The white veil in front of the window was quietly rolled up by the night breeze, blowing lightly with the wind, and the hazy transparency was dyed with a touch of blurry orange fire.

Chestnut hair is soft and scattered among the white pillows.

The girl curled up sideways in the futon, like a lazy cat, nestled comfortably in a ball, breathing shallowly. The white futon hung diagonally, half of the shoulders exposed outside the futon, slightly undulating with breathing.

The night breeze is shallow, and the white veil is dancing.

A black shadow silently emerged from the window, and a pair of stretched black membrane wings quietly closed.

The figure appeared quietly in front of the bed, surrounded by the orange fire of a lantern in front of the window.

With a blank face, he looked at the girl sleeping peacefully in the futon room, then looked around the room, and finally his eyes fell on the cabinet in front of the bed.

There was a faint sound of rummaging in my ears.

The girl frowned slightly, rolled over, reached out to hold the quilt and rubbed her face, and smacked her lips slightly, looking like she was sleeping soundly.

The figure paused, looked up at the girl in the futon, closed the drawer lightly, slowly straightened up, his eyes swept over every corner of the room, and gradually frowned, and stood quietly in front of the bed motionless, as if in deep thought.

The white gauze is hazy and transparent, blowing with the wind, dyed with a touch of warm orange fire.

The room is dimly lit, and the lantern in front of the window is bright and warm, like a warm moonlight flowing into the room, adding a bit of warmth and softness.

In the dim light, a tiny white point of light suddenly flashed quietly, like a silver star.

The figure frowned slightly, and looked at the girl curled up in the futon in the direction of the flickering light in some surprise.

The soft chestnut hair was scattered between the pillows, and the girl curled up, reaching out and gently hugging the quilt, her cheeks were comfortably buried in the soft futon, and she slept soundly and peacefully.

The hand holding the futon was exposed, and a small silver bell hung under a circle of snow-white fluff on the wrist, making a small light tinkling sound from time to time.

Right next to the little silver bell, there hung a small white stone, which looked small and ordinary, very inconspicuous, and difficult to detect at a glance.

In the darkness, the small stone was bathed in the orange-red glow of the lantern outside the window, faintly flickering.

The figure stood quietly in front of the bed, a pair of scarlet eyes that lit up from the darkness, blood overflowing. staring at the small white stone on the girl's wrist without blinking, her brows gradually furrowed, and a cold chill faintly emanated from her body.

The night is blurry.

The dense and verdant canopy of sacred trees shades the sky and the sun, swaying and rolling with the night wind, making a rustling sound.

The starlight is like water, quietly flowing from the swaying leaves, shining and soft and bright.

The slender and thick branches of the sacred tree were sprinkled with mottled shadows, and the swaying and fluttering crystal starlight between the shadows of the trees shimmered quietly, like water flowing.

The leaves of the sacred trees swaying and rolling in the wind huddled the lighted house above the slender branches.

The lanterns under the eaves are delicate and elegant, and the silver-white mandala pattern spreads over the orange red lampshade, and the twilight is faintly glistened.

Incense curls like smoke and mist.

There is silence, only the sound of turning the book, subtle and clear.

The short dark purple hair hangs down to the ear, and the black camellia stud earring on the left ear is faintly shining.

The boy sat quietly behind the table, a gray fox coat draped over his shoulders.

The white fingers flipped through a thick book on the table, the young man's eyelashes drooped, and his cheeks were stained with the warm fire of the lantern outside the window.

"Lord Lanfeng. ”

The black wing was lightly retracted, and Qing Yun quietly appeared in front of the table, saluting respectfully to the young man.

"What's the matter?" the boy didn't look up, and slowly turned the page of the book on the table.

"Someone out there wants to see you, saying there's something important to report to you. My subordinates saw that it was getting late today, and you were about to rest, and I was going to let him come back tomorrow, but this person refused to leave, saying that the situation was urgent and that he must report to you immediately. ”

"And ......" Qing Tong paused, his expression faintly complicated, "He doesn't seem to have registered with the guards at the root of the Shenmu, but came up directly, and he will report it immediately even if he violates the regulations, presumably ...... Is there really anything urgent?"

The dark purple hair hung down lightly, Lan Feng still lowered his head and flipped through the book in his hand, his eyelashes drooped lightly, and his face was expressionless:

"Let him in. ”

The night breeze was shallow, and the white bead curtain hanging at the door was rolled up, making a light and agile sound.

"Lord Lan Feng, please forgive your subordinates for disturbing me late at night, and it is really because there is an emergency that must be reported to you immediately!"

The black membranous wings were tucked behind him, and the man was dressed in black armor, which looked like a guard attire.

Kneeling respectfully on one knee and saluting the young man behind the table, he raised his head with a bit of solemnity on his face.

Lan Feng glanced at the black-armored guard in front of the table, his eyelashes lowered, and he slowly turned the thick book in his hand over a page, and his voice was faint:

"Say it. ”

"The orcs from the Valley of the Winds are mixed with Elenis's spies!"

The fingers of the flipping through the book paused and stopped in mid-air.

Qing Tong stood quietly by the table, his expression changed slightly.

“...... Spy?"

The dark red eyes were precipitated with blood, and Lan Feng raised his eyes expressionlessly to look at the guard man with a serious and solemn face, and the corners of his lips hooked up a trace of arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile:

"What spy?"

"This is what my subordinates have seen with their own eyes, and after repeated confirmation, there will be no mistake!" The guard man knelt on one knee, his expression serious and solemn, "Today's subordinates were ordered to arrest the giant horned demon who fled from the beast training field, and the girl who was captured by the giant horned demon was not an orc at all, but an angel of Ellens!"

The room was silent, and incense rose.

Half a day.

Lan Feng looked at him, frowned slightly, and the blood in his eyes flowed:

"Make it clear. ”

"Yes, today's subordinates led the guards to surround the fleeing thorn demon, I wanted to spare the girl's life, but she insisted on refusing to leave the trollhorn demon, I was going to enforce it, but I didn't expect the rope that bound the trollhorn demon to suddenly break!"

"Although it happened suddenly, but the subordinates were relatively close, so I could see it clearly! That was Yu Ci's ability, that girl had Yu Ci!"