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The voice was low, with a slight tremor in it.

Qianling lowered her head and gently hugged Li Xiaoruo in her arms, her eyes a little red.

The short dark purple hair hung down from the ears, dyed with a hazy candle flame. Lan Feng looked at her and frowned slightly:

"What do you mean...... The scars were there before the child was born?"

Qianling thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

"That is, the child was not yet born at the time, and her mother was positively touched by the daylight on her abdomen during childbirth, and reacted strongly to it?"

Qianling pursed her lips, her eyes trembled slightly, and a touch of pain gradually appeared in her eyes...... Slowly close your eyes and nod your head.

Lan Feng looked at her pale face, and then slowly looked at Li Xiaoruo in her arms:

"Since this child's mother is of pure fox blood, then under normal circumstances, the Angel Holy Light can't hurt her at all. It's just that when she is pregnant, the mother and child are connected by blood, and the place where she is touched by the holy light happens to be the abdomen that is about to give birth, so she will have a violent reaction. ”

The voice paused slightly.

Lan Feng raised his eyes and looked at the chestnut-haired girl in front of him who was a little listless with her head drooping, and her eyes were a little puzzled:

"But no matter what, her mother is an orc after all, even if her abdomen is illuminated by the daylight during childbirth, she will only suffer a very small part of the pain, and the purifying and burning power brought by the daylight will only pass through the mother's womb and act on the fetus with dark demon blood. ”

"But what I don't understand is that since even the mother has such a violent reaction, why did this child bear most of the purifying power of the daytime holy light, but he was unharmed, leaving only a shallow scar?"

Qianling frowned and bit her lip again, seemingly tangled...... Still shook his head slowly:

"I don't know...... I don't know, at the time...... Li Sang bled a lot, and the fetal movement in his stomach was also very weak, and later, although he found the surviving orc old man in the village to deliver the baby, but the child could not be born, and we originally thought that Xiao Ruo would not survive......"

Qianling lowered her head and looked at Li Xiaoruo who was rubbing around like a sticky kitten in her arms, her lips slowly curved with a touch of relief, and her eyes were soft as if melting:

"But I didn't expect that this little guy was healthy and healthy, nothing happened at all, and he cried so loudly all his life. ”

Incense curls and rises.

The study is quiet, with flowers and branches in full bloom and a light fragrance.

The soft grey fox fur coat is draped over the shoulders and plated with a soft orange-red glow. Lan Feng quietly looked at Li Xiaoruo in her arms, frowned slightly, and did not speak.

Half a day.

"So at the end of the day...... Just lucky?"

The voice was low, confused, and seemed to be talking to himself.

"I think so too," Qianling leaned in front of him with wide eyes, and nodded approvingly, "The people in the river valley say that Xiao Ruo's existence itself is a miracle!"

"There are no miracles in this world that don't happen for no reason. ”

Lan Feng glanced at her expressionlessly, as if he was disdainful of this naïve statement, and seemed to dislike her for getting too close......

Silently glancing at the black-haired young man by the bookshelf not far behind him, he quietly took a step back to distance himself, paused, and reached out to hug Li Xiaoruo in her arms.

The white fingertips slightly faded the pink and white jacket on the back of Li Xiaoruo's shoulder, and Lan Feng stared at the lightly colored and imperceptible scar, frowning lightly and thoughtfully.

Qianling stood quietly next to him, glanced at him, and then at the scars on Li Xiaoruo's shoulder, and her eyes showed a little worry.

"Lan Feng...... Do you see anything?"

Deep purple hair hangs down the ears, and dark red eyes are sparkling.

Lan Feng looked at the shallow scar, and suddenly was slightly stunned, and a trace of surprise, a trace of surprise, a trace of uncertainty, a trace of uncertainty passed under his unfazed eyes...... Gradually, his brows furrowed.

Qianling looked at him, staring at the scar with burning eyes, as if he was enchanted, and he didn't even blink his eyelashes...... Hesitating, he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him: "Lan Feng?"

With his lips pursed slightly, Lan Feng slowly raised his eyes and looked straight at her, with a complicated look faintly passing through his eyes.

"Is there a problem...... Y-Why are you looking at me like that?"

Qianling was a little weak by his strange eyes, and her voice gradually lowered, and she lost her confidence.

"The shape of this scar ......" Lan Feng looked at her quietly, his face expressionless, "Like what?"

"Shape?"

Qianling blinked a little dazedly, leaned over to take a closer look, frowned, and tilted her head again:

"Uh, this...... The color is too light to look out ......"

“…… Leaf. The voice was faint, as if trying to maintain patience.

Qianling blinked, looked at the scar carefully, and a little light gradually flowed out of her eyes:

"Huh...... really, if you look closely...... This really looks like the shape of a leaf!Lan Feng, you're pretty good, you can see it that way......"

She looked at the tiny and inconspicuous leaf-like scar, and suddenly frowned slightly, as if she was entangled in something:

"But...... This leaf looks so familiar, I think I've seen it somewhere......"

“……”

Lan Feng stared at her, the green tendons on his forehead jumped slightly, and his voice was low, as if suppressing his anger.

“…… Four-leaf clover. ”

Qianling took a closer look, a pair of amber eyes widened slightly, and suddenly raised her head, with a look of sudden realization, and almost applauded:

"Oh yes, that's four-leaf clover!"

He straightened his white dress again: "This is exactly the same as the four-leaf clover on my clothes! It's just that the color is too light, and I can't really see it if I don't look closely......

Qianling looked at the four-leaf clover-shaped brand, and raised her eyes to look at the person next to her while muttering, frowning, her eyes were a little confused, a little curious:

"But how can this scar grow like this, it looks good in the scar......"

What caught his eye was Lan Feng's frozen face, the dark red eyes that stared at her as if they wanted to be eaten alive, and the strange eyes that looked at a fool......

“…… You don't have any other ideas?" the voice gritted its teeth.

Qianling looked at his cold and serious expression, paused, blinked, frowned, and bit her lip...... It seems to be very difficult to start "thinking".

Candlelight flickered and incense lingered.

Lan Yue stood by the bookshelf, her long hair scattered on her chest and shoulders like a waterfall, her soft black fox fur adorned with two strands of dark red tassels, clustered around her neck and chest, her fair and beautiful face reflected the candlelight, and her delicate contours were plated with a layer of soft orange red.

The eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a faint shadow. He quietly stared at the chestnut-haired girl by the window, frowning slightly, and his red eyes gradually showed a hint of worry.

Chestnut hair fell down her shoulders and shone with a hint of orange fire.

Qianling bit her lip and frowned, carefully looking at the four-leaf clover-shaped scar, and gradually her face was twisted again, but her eyes were still blank.

Lan Feng stared at her, seeing that she seemed to be searching for "ideas", but she was still at a loss...... He sighed slowly.

The white fingers slowly straightened the pink and white jacket that had faded off Li Xiaoruo's shoulder, Lan Feng paused, raised his eyes to look at the chestnut-haired girl in front of him who was still tangled, and his voice was softly like a sigh:

"Qianling, your feather is still there. ”