The sky was getting darker and darker, and the heavy dark clouds drifted with the wind, piling up over the forest, swallowing up the only blue that was left between the gaps in the clouds. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Blades of grass on the hillside fly.

Qianling sat on the hillside, surrounded by the fluttering meadows, her loose chestnut hair falling from her cheeks, brushing her shoulders and almost hanging down to her chest.

Suddenly, a few points of coolness fell on her cheeks, she was stunned, and looked up at the cloudy sky:

"Ah, it's raining......!"

Quickly stuffing the warm yellow wool in his hand into his arms, Qianling stood up and ran towards the front of the hillside, turning back as she ran:

"Uncle, it's raining! I have to collect my clothes, you go back first!"

The blades of grass swayed, and they were shaken by the rain.

Ghosting sat in the grass on the hillside, watching her hurriedly run towards the drying rack on the hillside in front of her, put away the clothes to dry and put them in the basin one by one, and then picked up the basin with one hand and ran down the hill with the other overhead, while the black baby trollhorn followed her lightly, and quickly disappeared into the dimly lit forest below the hillside......

"Tsk. ”

The rain was cold, leaking out of the dark clouds that were as black as inky lotus leaves in the sky.

The man was still sitting on the hillside, his deep V-neck exposing his collarbones, a winter robe spread out casually among the grass, and the wings gathered behind him slowly lifted and stretched out to the sides, like plain white flowers blooming.

His hand was raised slightly, and his fingertips were casually playing with a gray runestone.

Half-length hair scattered over his shoulders, he lazily looked at the rune stone in his hand, his narrow and bewitching peach blossom eyes flowed with waves, and the corners of his lips smiled lightly:

"Really...... Surprisingly. ”

Heavy rain fell sharply, and black clouds weighed down the city.

The winter wind hunted, the silver snakes of thunder and lightning shuttled between the surging clouds, and the pale electric light illuminated the forest one after another.

The treehouse was held up above the forest, and the clouds covered the sky like a flood, and the lightning raged as if it was ready to tear the hut apart at any moment.

Bite......

The silver bells swirled wildly, and were hit by the cold wind outside the window, making a rapid and uneasy sound.

The curtains flickered, stained with damp rain and mist.

The long black hair was like a noble black satin left in the pillow, and the long hair was blown up by the wind and spread out among the white futons.

The boy slept by the window, covered with a snow-white futon. Long black hair casually spread over his chest and shoulders and fell down to the bed.

The long, thin eyelashes hang low, like hovering butterfly wings.

He lay there, breathing shallowly like a sleeping baby, and his beautiful and delicate face reflected the hazy rain and mist, and the city was as beautiful as a god-made thing.

Thunder and lightning shuttle, rain lines all over the sky.

A silver lightning suddenly swept through the window, and thunder rolled down!

Boom -

A huge roar exploded in the forest below the window, and dazzling electric light burst out one after another.

In an instant, the tall figure at the head of the bed was illuminated.

The deep V-neckline exposes the collarbone, and the casual half-length hair is scattered over the shoulders.

The man stood in front of the bed, his snow-white slender wings hanging down behind him, and the white feathers reflected the scorching lightning.

He stared at the sleeping young man, a pair of narrow peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and the bewitching red light silently diffused from the depths of his pupils.

Outside the window, the rain was pouring down, and the house was quiet.

Lan Yue slept in a white futon, her long black hair spread out softly like satin between the pillows, and her delicate face was reflected in the hazy light of the window, revealing a little weakness and exhaustion.

Bite......!

The restless sound of silver bells, repeated over and over again, rang in the window.

He slept there, his eyelashes drooping, casting a faint shadow on his pale cheeks.

His lowered eyelashes suddenly twitched slightly, and he frowned, his breathing vaguely becoming rapid, like the calm and clear water of a lake disturbed by stones.

Heavy rain pours and thunder rumbles!

Lie Geeing stood at the head of the bed, his half-long hair was blown up by the cold wind, his cold gaze locked on the boy on the bed, and the red light flowing from his forehead turned into a gorgeous poppy.

The damp rain mist wetted the flying white veil and brushed the snow-white bed.

The white fingers under the futon trembled slightly, and slowly and weakly clenched the sheets.

Lan Yue slept there, her brows furrowed slightly, and her breathing became more and more difficult and rapid, as if she was under invisible pressure.

The sound of low footsteps came from far and near, and shadows spilled on the head of the bed.

White yarn flutters.

"The dangerous tiger and leopard ...... of yesteryear"

Lie Ghost stood in front of the bed, looking at the young man's pale and frail face with interest, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a hint of mockery:

"Now it's an ant. ”

He slowly lowered his eyelids, and the red light at the bottom of his eyes trembled, and the flow flickered like a flame:

"It's easy to crush ants. ”

The rain was dripping.

In the quiet window, the sound of creatures crawling is particularly clear.

The lightning flew by, illuminating the young man's frail and sick face in an instant.

Pale fingers trembled slightly.

Lan Yue was lying in the futon, her face was pale, her rapid breathing seemed to be robbed of the only oxygen, and cold sweat gradually oozed densely from her forehead, wetting her black hair.

The red light curled like a thick mist.

In the red light, a slippery and slender little snake snaked out from under the pillow, slowly climbing up the young man's white and flawless neck, circling and tightening.

"Hmm......"

He frowned slightly, his pale cheeks gradually lost their color, his rapid breathing became more and more difficult and sluggish, and his black hair was wet with cold sweat and clung to his neck.

Lie Ghost stood in front of the bed, looking at the sickly pale face of the young man on the bed, as the little snake tightened its throat, there was gradually a breath that could not enter or exit, and the red light under his eyes was shining.

It's too easy.

It's so easy to ...... Some couldn't believe it.

The first leader of the demon clan, who had terrified the angel clan for three hundred years, was now like a fragile baby in his hands, ready to be crushed at any time.

"Luna...... You are a demon clan, and I am Eleonis, each his own master, and there is no enmity. ”

Against the heavy rain outside the window, Lie Ghost stood at the head of the bed, a pair of narrow peach blossom eyes trembling with red light, but gradually thickened a little, and the cold eyes were striking:

"The only thing you shouldn't do is kill Cangyan. ”

Lan Yue lay on the pillow, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her fair and slender neck was tightened by the slender snake, oxygen was cut off, and her pale lips lost their blood, and she couldn't make the slightest sound.

Lie's ghost slowly retracted his gaze and looked out the window at the heavy rain, his eyes empty and cold:

"I have worked hard for Ellen Is, but I have only been imprisoned for three hundred years. ”

"On the day I escaped from the spiral tower, I swore that if I could survive in this life, I would never repeat the mistakes of the past. ”

Looking at the black-haired boy on the bed again, the gloom and coldness in his eyes dissipated, and the red streamer floated in it, cold to the bone:

"I don't care how you fight Ellen Is. Unspeakable hatred...... I have to repay the ghost, and I will not rest until I die!"

The black hair was as soft as satin scattered, and Lan Yue lay there, her face pale, and her difficult breathing was like a gossamer.

The coiled long snake strangled his throat, and the demonic red poppy totem was engraved in the middle of the snake's head, and a deep strangulation mark appeared from the young man's white and flawless neck.

The tall figure slowly leaned over the head of the bed.

"When you go back to hell, you have to blame ...... blame"

Half-long hair fell, he looked at the young man's pale and weak face, his narrow peach blossom eyes glowed red, and a cold mockery slowly appeared on the corner of his lips:

"It's your own fault...... I fell in love with the angel of Ellens. ”