Three days later. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Secluded woods.

Tiny white mushrooms crowd the green velvet grass one after another, faintly emitting a soft pale blue halo, and the light rises and is psychedelic and charming, like blue fireflies quietly lingering in the groves.

Exquisite and gorgeous lanterns of various colors are hung in the air, the colors are rippling, and the lights are scorching, like a prosperous lantern festival.

The huge glade is distributed in a circle, with overflowing lights and people's voices, a lively and prosperous scene.

The ears are lightly warped, the tail is gently shaken, and the fur of various colors on the collar and cuffs looks warm and soft. The orcs from the Minstrel Valley sat on the floor, with low square tables filled with delicate pastries and fresh fruit platters in the air.

The white velvet fox earphones were smartly cocked on the side of her head, and Li Jing leisurely threw up a crystal clear green grape and caught it with her mouth accurately.

While chewing grapes, she looked at Li Xi, who was sitting on her left, and blinked casually, showing a little smugness.

Li Xi glanced at her, snorted from her nose, reached out and tore a few grapes from the plate, and threw them high one by one, catching them one by one with her mouth with the same accuracy.

Li Jing was slightly stunned, looked at him with a look of "small sample, what is this" and squinted at her proudly, glared at her unwillingly, and grabbed a few grapes and began to throw them fanciously.

The white dress is quietly spread out among the green velvet grass, and the snow-white fur on the skirt is soft and warm, with a soft luster.

The soft chestnut hair is curled on both sides of the head, and the bun is in the shape of a five-petal peach blossom, like two small balls lightly curled. Snow-white fluffy balls adorn the side of the bun, which looks lively and flexible, but also warm and soft.

Two long strands of chestnut hair fall down the cheeks, gently blowing in the breeze.

Qianling sat on Li Jing's right side, accustomed to watching the two of them scramble to start the grape picking competition. Seeing that the large bunch of crystal clear green grapes on the dinner plate was about to be torn off by them, Qianling hurriedly reached out and took a few.

The crystalline and plump grapes roll around in the palm of the hand, and they are cool.

Qianling looked at Li Jing and Li Xi, who were throwing grapes one after another in various dazzling ways, and also tossed one after another in their way.

In the next second, the grape smashed on the tip of her nose with unmistakable accuracy, and soon it bounced far away and disappeared without a trace.

Qianling covered her nose, looked at the grapes in her hand, and threw another one unbelievingly-

This time, the grapes smashed directly on her forehead, and bounced all the way down the tip of her nose!

"Xiaoling, what are you doing?"

Li Jing blinked, looking curiously at her covering her nose with a depressed face.

Qianling smiled and waved her hand again: "It's nothing." ”

It seems that this job also requires talent......

Her face collapsed in frustration.

She doesn't seem to be good at this kind of thing by nature, just like throwing an apple to Linchuan and smashing him with a nosebleed when she was a child, or throwing a halo at the halo game at the garden party......

Her face stiffened slightly, she was stunned for two seconds, and then slowly lowered her head and pursed her lips.

I said that I would not think about the past again......

But sometimes, I can't help but think about it, and my heart will tremble slightly.

Qianling looked at the crystal clear green grapes in her palm in a daze.

I remember that when she was in the Yinfeng River Valley, she walked between the mountains and rivers every day, bathed in the warm sunshine, and picked fruits and fungi with Li Xiaoguo.

Every day is very happy and happy, and the pain and sorrow of the past seem to have become a thing of the past.

She forgot her troubles, her sorrows, her Ellens, her wings, her execution, and she no longer longed for anyone, or defended anyone.

Sometimes, she really felt like she was a very ordinary orc half-blood girl in the Bard, and she really wanted to. And the seventeen years she spent in Ellen is already as far away as a lifetime, and she has nothing to do with her now.

Until the fall of the Whispering Valley, until she was forced to migrate with the orc people to the demon territory at the bottom of this canyon, until she saw Satsuki again......

It was like being forcibly woken up from a dream, and every time she saw him, she would inevitably realize who he was and who she was. And those memories that took a long, long time to uproot bit by bit also swept back like a turbulent tide in an instant......

The army was defeated.

Qianling lowered her head, biting her lip slightly, and a circle of sour ripples gradually opened in her heart.

If memories can be deleted, will it be easier and happier to live?

Peel aside the thin cyan skin and put the soft sparkle into your mouth.

Sweet and full of moisture, with a mellow wine flavor.

Qianling looked at a few crystal grapes in her palm, and a pair of amber eyes blinked slightly, gradually becoming a little confused.

This grape ......

It has a mellow and sweet flavor of sake.

The lights are overflowing, and the delicate and gorgeous lanterns are swaying with various colors of light, gently swaying with the breeze.

The breeze rises, the green canopy sways with the wind, and the slender and thick branches of the sacred tree are sprinkled with crystal light spots, and the light and shadow are flickering.

The long hair is lightly brushed, and the long and silky strands of hair are as black as ink, and the sun is misty, like a night sky full of stars, shining brightly.

Lan Yue stood on the branches of the sacred tree, her long black hair reaching down to her waist, and the wisps were raised by the breeze.

He gazed quietly at the glorious woods at the bottom of the valley, his fair face bathed in the light sunlight, and the delicate silhouette loomed.

The breeze is flowing, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and thousands of swaying green leaves are dancing with the wind.

A circle of invisible ripples quietly rippled out of the air.

The short dark purple hair hangs down between the ears, and the black camellia stud earring on the left ear is full of brilliance. Lan Feng emerged quietly from the whirlpool.

"After this welcome ceremony, the orcs from the Bards are officially part of our clan. ”

Lan Feng looked at his back, stepped forward to him, and followed his line of sight to look down.

The black robe fluttered, blowing lightly in the wind.

Lan Yue stood there quietly, her eyelashes drooping, as if she was lost in thought.

Lan Feng turned his face to look at him sideways, and saw that he was looking in the direction of the woods at the bottom of the valley in a daze, and there was a touch of silence in his dark red eyes.

"Brother......

Lan Feng looked at his side face in the misty sunlight, frowned slightly, hesitated, or slowly spoke:

"I didn't plan to give her a job, and I kept her in the study because I couldn't find anything better for her to do for the time being......"

"I understand, I don't need to explain. The voice was clear.

With long eyelashes hanging lightly and a hazy sun, Lan Yue stared at the scorching lights among the trees at the bottom of the valley, and her voice was very soft:

"No one can force her to do what she doesn't want to do, and since she came to you, she naturally has a reason. ”

The shadows of the trees were swaying, the short dark purple hair was lightly blowing, Lan Feng looked at his expressionless appearance, but there was a faint hint of imperceptible gloom under his unfazed eyes.

Examining him thoughtfully, Lan Feng slowly looked away at the light-filled woods at the bottom of the valley:

"Speaking of which, brother, you have been back for so long, you can't live alone all the time without taking care of you, and you sent me back all the maids I picked without leaving any ......"

Lan Feng turned his face to look at him, and there was a touch of inscrutable in his eyes:

"Why don't I let her come?"

The breeze lingers and the green leaves fly.

The long hair danced lightly in the wind, and the strands of long hair were smeared with the hazy sunlight, quietly fluttering around the waist.

The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the spots of light are flickering. The figure of the young man Qingjun was mixed in the sweeping light and shadow, slightly showing a touch of thinness.

The breeze flowed, quietly brushing away the soft black hair on his forehead, revealing his handsome and beautiful face.

The long eyelashes hang low, casting a faint shadow on the fair cheeks. The red eyes are full of sunlight, overflowing with a touch of golden red, magnificent and charming.

He looked in a certain direction at the bottom of the valley in a daze, his voice low and almost inaudible, as if muttering to himself:

“...... She didn't want to see me. ”