"Give it to me. ”

Qianling spread out her hands and blinked, looking serious.

“……”

The two stared at each other for a long time, and a slender black tail thorn slowly poked out from under the futon, timidly put it into her palm, and was held.

Qianling's eyes could see a bright and excited light, holding this crystal clear, sharp and beautiful killing weapon in her hand, the murderous weapon that used to scream and fear, is now the most different thing from her in her most precious person, so delicate and tempting.

The slender and smooth tail body seems to condense in the night, strong and powerful enough, and can easily be thrown out like a long whip to tear flesh and harvest lives.

The sharp black triangular spines at the end are similar to the small horns on the head, crystal clear and sharp, as if carved from obsidian, smooth and clear reflecting light and shadow.

Although the Dark Demon series has horns and tail spines, the horns and tail spines of the giant horned demons are much larger and rougher, no smaller and more beautiful than the horns of the demons, and more like delicate crafts than big killers, which makes people love it.

Qianling gently kissed the cool and crystalline tail thorn in her palm, and her eyes melted softly. When he looked up and saw someone's red cheeks, he giggled again, let go of his tail thorn, pounced on him, hugged him tightly, and begged for mercy with kisses.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it has been half a year since the battle to the death of the Rose Tianyu Terrace.

With the recovery power of the immortal body, coupled with the lucky acceleration of the four-leaf clover, Lan Yue's wounds were gradually restored, and the black wings that were burned by the holy light during the battle to expose their skeletons also grew new wing membranes. Only the Aurora Holy Sword pierced the wound in the abdomen, even if the Tears of God extinguished the Aurora Holy Light, there was still a small amount of light power remaining in the body, burning the wound and healing slowly.

In the early blooming season of white camellia, the new grass in the forest of ancient trees is dense, the light spots are warm, the blue fluorescent mushrooms gurgle and bubble, and the orange morning light spots are scattered all over the ground.

Qianling's pair of slender wings blew through the warm breeze, the rolled black skirt solidified the cold green four-leaf clover, and the white-clothed boy who was almost a head taller than her was supported in her arms, and the strong wings were lightly folded, landing on the forest floor sprinkled with orange spots.

Holding his waist and carefully placing the person flat on the grass under the tree where the white flowers are blooming, Lan Yue's cold long hair is flowing out, her pupils are shallow and her skin is like snow, and her white clothes are like frost and blooming in the wilderness, and her whole body is full of warm morning light. If it weren't for the pair of wounded black membranous wings behind him, indicating a dangerous identity, he would probably be the purest and most flawless angel in the world.

"Did it hurt you?" Qianling leaned over and carefully hugged him into her arms, pillowed him on her lap, and caressed his head in distress when she saw the young man's pale face, pursed lips, and eyes that were silent but hidden a trace of pain.

Lan Yue shook her head slightly, her eyelashes fell into a soft light, her silver pupils were crystal clear by the morning light, and her apricot pupils tightened a little like a cat's pupils in the sun, and then she gently closed her eyes with a pillow. The strands of hair fell to the pale cheeks, and the weakness intensified.

"Let me see the injury. ”

She hugged him and leaned into her arms, gently unbuttoning the placket to reveal her flat and white lower abdomen, where the wrapped gauze had oozed blood, and she frowned.

Lan Yue silently watched her untie his clothes familiarly, her cheeks were a little hot, but she quietly did not resist, nor refused, like a well-behaved big cat that had been domesticated.

The warm spring wind stirred the black hair scattered among the flowers, and the bare skin between the young man's waist and abdomen sprinkled with orange shimmer, white as snow. The open placket was blown open in the wind, revealing the heart at the lower left end of the collarbone, and the hideous scar in the shape of a four-leaf clover was engraved on the snow-white and flawless skin......

Like the nicks she left on him.

"Don't look...... Ugly. ”

Feeling the gaze, Lan Yue moved her body lightly to hide the scar, but she leaned down to kiss him on the heart. Under his lips were scarred and raised lines, his skin went from cold to hot, and the sound of his heartbeat was clear in his ears, intensifying like a drum.

"Ling ......"

There was a slight tremor in his arms, his low and hoarse call was more like a suppressed whisper, the temperature of the soft and snow-white skin of his body was rising, and the spread of the membranous wings behind him was also faintly tightened.

Qianling's wet eyelashes were dyed with tears, and along the knife wound in his heart, she kissed the hot skin all the way down slowly, and finally closed her eyes and shed tears, gently kissing his injured and bleeding lower abdomen, and the hot tears stained the skin and merged with his temperature.

"I'm sorry ......"

"I'm sorry. ”

Her little moon has always been such a pure and snow-white person, brighter than the bright moon in the night. But such a flawless body was stabbed into the sword twice because of her, leaving indelible traces.

She owes him too much, not to mention two swords, not to mention protection and containment, not to mention a sincere heart, even if she exhausts her life, she can't pay it back.

"Don't cry...... Ling, don't cry. ”

The wind blew the black hair around her waist, Lan Yue's snow-white sleeve robe was slowly lifted, and she gently hugged the sobbing girl into her arms, her movements were weak and slow, her cheeks were still hot and red, and her eyelashes fell and kissed her forehead gently:

"I've become ugly, you can only ask me...... Don't dislike it. ”

Qianling's tears rose even more, hugging him tightly and her heart was clenched into a ball and choked in pain:

"Nonsense...... The moon is the most beautiful, I don't dislike it, how can I dislike you...... I like to feel distressed and it's too late to ......."

"That's fine," she snorted, her wet red eyes looking into his pure, clear silver eyes, "you have to remember...... You're mine alone. These scars are proof that you have a four-leaf clover engraved on your body, and you are my ......"

"Even if a hundred years and thousands of years have passed, even if the heavens and the earth have changed, the sea is dry and rotten, you are also my own. ”

He looked at the guy who was hugging him and rubbing him and saying a domineering declaration, his heart melted softly, and he lowered his eyelashes and kissed her lips gently:

"I've always been yours. Three hundred years ago, three hundred years later...... It hasn't changed. ”

His voice is sour and persistent, and his kiss is gentle, as if he has come across a long time and space, fulfilling the promise made thousands of years ago.

"What three hundred years ago...... Qianling fanned her eyelashes, moistened her eyes and grabbed his earlobe, "Three hundred years ago, I didn't know you......"

"If I had been born three hundred years earlier, I would have been with you during the Holy War...... How nice that would be......"

She muttered to herself, pressed her eyes against his warm neck, and only felt that the body in her arms was so pitiful, and she had never been so annoyed, missing the first years of his upbringing.

Lan Yue's long hair flowed in the forest and flowers, and her silver eyes were clear as if she was remembering something, and finally she only kissed his sticky essence gently, and her eyes were warm and soft.

……

"Who said there is no name, your name is Xiao...... Your name is 'Moon', the moon of the moonlight. ”

"Don't be like them, the moon is a kind person, a gentle person...... It's my favorite person and the one I'm waiting for...... So whatever happens, don't be consumed by hatred or something else, don't become a killing machine......"

"Can't see it...... My face...... Bad things will happen when you see it. But...... You'll see later, really. ”

"We'll see you again, I'll always be waiting for you, I'll always love you...... So...... Month, don't cry, don't be afraid of loneliness, don't be afraid of fighting...... You have to be firm...... Go down bravely...... I'll be there...... Waiting for you. ”

……

He slowly closed his eyes, and gently hugged the girl who was whimpering and rubbing against him in his arms, sour and warm, like the sun filling his entire chest and heart, and even the whole world was lit up.

You've been with me all the time. （）