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The rain line connects the sky and the earth, and the sound of rain is pouring in the ears.

Qianling stood on top of the slender and thick branches of the sacred tree that stretched out from the road in the sky, and looked up at the lush green leaf canopy above.

The breeze is clear, the rain is slanting and falling, and the canopy of the vast sacred tree is like a huge green sea rippling with the wind.

The soft "rustle" sound of the swaying canopy and the sound of the rain are like small songs, quiet and lively.

This is probably the last time I will come to the Sacred Wood Dome.

She looked at the green leaves that were like thousands of wind chimes singing softly, and a few drops of clear rain spilled from between the leaves of the sacred wood, staining her hair, cheeks, or the white fleece fur between her skirts.

Reaching out and gently brushing the wet hair behind her ears, Qianling exhaled softly, pulled her face, and showed a smile.

When I moved from the Yinfeng River Valley to the Demon Clan's headquarters at the bottom of this canyon, I had already decided that I would leave one day, didn't I?

She murmured to herself in her heart, like a sigh, like a comfort.

The scent of fresh green leaves fills the nose, refreshing and comfortable, as if every corner of the body is filled with fresh oxygen.

Qianling tilted her head, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, looking at the verdant green in front of her that seemed to fill the whole world, and suddenly a little bit of nostalgia slipped out of the closed heart.

Actually, I like this sacred tree a lot.

She squatted down, reached out and gently stroked the wet and rough branch of the sacred tree under her feet, sniffed, and smiled softly:

"Goodbye, I'll be fine in the future. ”

Even in places that you can't see or touch, I hope you will always be so green and vibrant.

The drizzle is slanting and falling, and the green leaves of the sacred tree are like wind chimes swaying gently, gently swaying and rolling slowly, making a soft and crisp "rustle" sound.

Suddenly, a subtle throbbing sensation came from the fingertips,

Small and clear, one by one, like a heart beating.

Qianling was slightly stunned, looking down at the branches of the sacred tree that were wet with rain, and between the rough and moist touch of her fingertips, there was still a small sound of heart beating like a soft wave rippling wave after wave.

She smiled softly, her fingertips gently caressing the rough, wet branches:

"It is said that you are a spiritual Shenmu, do you also know how to give up?"

The breeze drifted away, and the leaves of thousands of green trees swayed and rolled, making a rustling sound, as if a wordless response.

Qianling stood up and stretched out the transparent umbrella in her hand—but her movements paused slightly.

She stood there quietly, as if hesitating about something. But he still slowly raised his head and looked at the tallest branch of the divine tree that was faintly visible in the vast green tree dome above.

Light chestnut hair fell down her cheeks, stained with a few small drops of clear and crystalline rain.

The eyelashes were wet and dipped in a fine rain, fluttering slightly.

She looked at the slender branches clustered among the leaves of thousands of sacred trees, as if she were looking at an invisible figure in the distance.

Whether it is sincere or used, the curtain will come to an end.

"Goodbye, Satsuki. Anyway...... Don't do stupid things with your body in the future. ”

The voice was soft, drowned in the sound of the rain in the sky.

Qianling lowered her head, sniffed slightly, raised the transparent umbrella in her hand, and turned to leave.

The lanterns under the eaves swayed with orange-red firelight, like a warm and bright little sun, and the light was shining in the hazy drizzle, as if to guide the way home.

The carved window lattices are gorgeous, sprinkled with mottled tree shadows, faintly revealing the silhouette of a teenager.

Qianling stood by the carved window lattice with orange and red fire with an umbrella, stared down at the gray rune stone in her palm, and slowly placed it by the window.

The orange and red lanterns are warm and bright, and the silver and white mandala flowers are delicate and elegant.

The lights flickered, and the light chestnut hair was coated with a hazy firelight.

She looked at the faintly visible silhouette on the window lattice, and her voice was soft:

"Lan Feng, I put the rune stone by the window. ”

It was quiet, and the rain was dripping.

Qianling combed a few strands of wet hair on her cheeks, and her voice was low like a sigh:

"You're just like Satsuki...... Don't sit there all day with a wooden man, you should still come out and walk around once in a while. No matter how much you do, you can't do anything if your body collapses. ”

The drizzle parted, and the window lattices spread with exquisite carvings, and a few clear raindrops rolled down from time to time.

Qianling looked at the gray rune stone lying quietly by the window, shimmering slightly, slowly stretched out her hand, and gently touched it one last time.

The air trembled and twisted slightly, quietly opening up a circle of transparent ripples.

The lights in front of the window were blazing, and they were silent again.

The drizzle was falling and it was hazy.

Squeak......

A faint sound suddenly came from the closed window.

The window slowly opened, and the rain fell obliquely, like scattered snowflakes slowly falling into the window, staining the boy's short dark purple hair.

The white fingers gently picked up the gray rune stone by the window, which had a slight warm temperature.

Lan Feng looked at the rune stone in his hand, and slowly raised his eyes to look out the window.

“…… Really nosy. ”

The voice was low, drowned in the sound of the drizzling rain, and it was no longer audible.

The drizzle was hazy, and the ground was full of small ripples like flowers blooming one after another.

Qianling held an umbrella and stood on the side of the road.

Looking at the familiar row of round fox lanterns under the eaves from afar, the warm orange-red fire light swayed gently, as if gently welcoming her return.

This is home.

Her vision was a little blurry, and she rubbed her eyes and sniffed lightly, revealing a smile.

I'm home.

The orange-red flame swayed gently, gently kissing the light chestnut hair that fell from the cheeks.

Knocking lightly on the door, Qianling stood in front of the door, put away the umbrella, and shook her head like a puppy and sprinkled raindrops.

The door quickly opened, and several heads quickly poked out.

"Mom is back!" Li Xiaoruo happily ran over and threw herself into her arms, couldn't help jumping, and stretched out her little arm to her, "Mom hug!"

"Sister Ling, you're finally back, we bought a lot of food, and if you don't come back, you'll have to eat it all. Li Xiaoguo ran over, reached out and gently pulled the corner of her clothes, a pair of red eyes were shining, and there were a few biscuit crumbs on the side of her mouth.

"Xiaoling, where are you going? We thought that you and Xiaoruo were home alone, so we hurried back after shopping, but as soon as we came back, we didn't see you, and we thought something was wrong. ”

Li Jing looked relieved, opened the door, reached out to take the umbrella in her hand, and gently leaned into her ear, muttering in a low voice:

"Ah Xi, that guy is also in a hurry, but I guess he will be rambling about what girls are going out less at night or something later...... Don't you think Ah Xi's long-winded kung fu is becoming more and more similar to her sister's? You wait a while and take a shower and go back to your room, so you don't have to listen to him! As for the food, I'll bring it to your room, and let's eat slowly......"

Qianling watched Li Jing blink in front of her eyes and stick out her tongue, looking smart, Li Xiaoruo was still jumping tirelessly in her arms, and Li Xiaoguo pulled the corner of her clothes and stood beside her, preaching to Li Xiaoruo very seriously, like an old-fashioned little uncle......

His nose suddenly became a little sore, but his chest was warm as if it was filled with something.

She rubbed her eyes, smiled and took Li Xiaoguo and Li Xiaoruo, and walked towards the house.

The lantern flame behind him swayed gently, slowly overlapping several shadows, warm and soft, as if they were integrated.