Whew!

The silver light is shining, and the silver-white mandala is as cold as an ice lotus!

Between the lightning and flint, a scorching black purple lightning shot up from the muzzle of the cannon, like a bright meteor, flying straight towards the double-faced fish behind Lan Yue!

"Wow-"

At the same time as the enchantment cannon barrel attacked, the strong recoil force swept Qianling out in an instant, and it fell diagonally into the air!

The wind curled up the long black hair, Lan Yue stared at the figure falling in the air in the distance, her eyes trembled slightly, the black wings stretched, and the whole person dissipated silently like a breeze. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The black and red long sword was scorching, and the light was blazing like molten slurry! The double-sided fish sword was raised high, and a blazing flame of light slashed through the air, slashing straight at the defenseless back of the young man in front of him.

The next second,

The wind rises, and the phantom lingers......

People are gone.

He was stunned, but he didn't have time to retract the action of slashing, and in his impressively open field of vision, a black and purple electric light was like a piercing scorching thunderbolt, and in an instant, it was close to the tip of his nose!

Boom!!

The loud bang exploded, and the mountains and rivers trembled!

The black purple lotus blossom was in full bloom, and the fragments of light that exploded in the sky fell like flowing starlight!

The sea of clouds is surging, and the wind is hunting!

The white skirt flew over, and Qianling was like a white bird with broken wings in the vast world, falling sharply into the sky!

The chestnut hair is swept up by the chaotic wind, and it flutters!

She hugged the enchantment cannon barrel in her arms, bit her lip, and couldn't open her eyes from the sharp fall, but she was faintly relieved in her heart.

Satsuki's side...... It should be all right, right?

This time

Isn't she counted...... Got him back a little bit?

The sky is vast, and the clouds are surging.

A cool shadow suddenly fell from above, obscuring the golden sunlight that loomed between the gray clouds.

The sound of the robe fluttering was close to my ears, and a familiar and powerful arm gently supported my waist.

The sharp fall suddenly slowed down......

Fall into a warm embrace.

Familiar breath and temperature...... Just like the first time the wings were broken, the first time they fell.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and Qianling slowly opened her eyes and looked at the face that was close at hand.

The black hair was blowing in the wind, the young man stared at her, his thin lips pursed lightly, his fair and delicate face was cold and clear like frost and snow, and a pair of red eyes were as beautiful as red maples in autumn, clearly reflecting her shadow.

"Xiao Yue......" She looked at his face blankly, the corners of her mouth trembled, and she slowly pulled out a smirk, and her eyes were slightly red.

"What are you doing?" the cold voice was close at hand, as if it was agitated.

He looked at her gray face, his eyes trembled slightly, and his brows gradually furrowed:

"Who told you to come here? Stupid! This is the battlefield! Do you understand?"

Qianling stared blankly at his close, familiar and serious face, her lips moved, and she didn't make a sound.

His nose suddenly sore, the corners of his eyes moistened, and large drops of tears rolled down his cheeks.

Lan Yue suddenly burst into tears when she looked at her, and she was stunned.

Chestnut hair was wet with tears and pressed against the cheeks.

Qianling hung her head and cried very sadly, like a cloud that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly burst, and a heavy rain suddenly fell.

"Ling......" The voice was low and confused.

The fair-skinned slender hand hesitated, slowly touching her tear-dappled face. Lan Yue looked at her like a wronged puppy with her head down and howling, her eyes trembled slightly, and she reached out and gently hugged her into her arms.

The familiar warmth of body temperature lingered around the body, like a silent comfort, dispelling the anxiety and fatigue of several days in a row.

Qianling paused, his nose was sour again, his tears became more and more turbulent, and his fingers tightly grasped the placket of his clothes:

"Why are you...... Scold me...... You're stupid...... Stupid! Stupid Satsuki-"

"I don't want to come! I'm eating at the bottom of the valley and chatting about the day! I don't care about you! I'm full and running all the way here! Woo woo woo woo ...... I don't care about you...... Woowoo woo ......"

The hoarse voice was filled with mournful weeping, over and over again.

The hand that was gripping the hem of his shirt slowly loosened.

Qianling cried and hugged his neck tightly, like a wayward little girl hugging her lost teddy bear, tears sinking into her neck, muttering his name in her mouth.

I can't stop the tears, I can't stop it...... It's like a long, long time of savings.

Panic and anxiety were buried in my heart, day after day, and this moment suddenly exploded.

I walked through the long road with a smile, and I was not afraid to cry in the cold winter nights and the ups and downs of crisis......

but the moment they saw you, they collapsed.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry. The low voice in his ear was full of pity, repeatedly.

"Don't cry anymore......"

He lowered his head and hugged her gently, pressing against his wet cheeks, the hoarse cry in his ear was very close, and his heart seemed to tremble and throb with her cry: "Ling...... Don't cry anymore. ”

Accustomed to blood slaughter, accustomed to swords and swords, accustomed to insulting and cursing, accustomed to pain and pain-giving......

But the moment I saw you appear on the battlefield,

Suddenly nervous and scared that I couldn't breathe.

I am not afraid of pain, I am not afraid of death, I am not afraid of catastrophe......

But I'm afraid that I won't be able to protect you.

I'm afraid that I won't see you again, if I lose you, I won't see you again.

"Satsuki ......"

Qianling snorted and slowly raised her head, her wet face was covered with tears, and a pair of amber eyes looked him from top to bottom without blinking: "You...... Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

He shook his head, reaching out to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"Ah, yes......"

Qianling honestly wiped the tears on her face from him, as if she remembered something, and grabbed his hand in a panic:

"Your hand...... Are your hands alright?"

She carefully grabbed his hand and examined it repeatedly, and saw that the white and slender fingers were the same as before, and there were no scars, so she breathed a sigh of relief, and raised her head to stare at him without blinking, her brows furrowed, and her voice suddenly increased:

"Why do you want to pick up that sword with your hand? That sword looks weird, how do you ......?"

"That sword is fused with the purest daylight holy light," Lan Yue glanced at her tightly held hand, and her voice was soft, "If it collides head-on with the wind, the sword light will disintegrate into a high concentration of holy light fragments, and everyone except me will be affected." ”

Qianling paused, blinked and half-understood, and raised the hand that grabbed him in front of him, frowning again:

"I ...... I don't care what the sword is made of, I just know that the hand is made of flesh! Why do you keep doing that?"

From afar, I saw the strange uncle in watermelon-headed bloomers holding a wide and long sword, but he used his hand to catch someone's sword again and again, and she was terrified.

"Xiaoyue, what did I tell you last time? I forgot it?" Qianling stared at a pair of eyes, trying to suppress the anger in her heart, cleared her throat and began to "reason", "Okay...... Then I'll tell you again now! Listen! Don't always think that no matter how powerful your physique is, you can't take care ......of your body."

The breeze blew her long black hair, Lan Yue stared at her face close at hand, and her ears were annoyed and serious chatter, repeatedly......

The hands that were held tightly by people, and the warm temperature lingered in each other's palms.

The familiar warmth spreads from the bottom of my heart and takes root...... Bloom a cornflower in the wind, sigh and sing.

"Xiaoyue! I'm talking to you! Do you hear me?" Qianling saw him looking at her in a daze, and reached out to pinch his face vigorously, a pair of amber eyes widened.

Slowly holding the hand in the palm of his hand, he stared at her quietly, his lips faintly showing a shallow curvature, and nodded:

"Hmm...... Heard it. ”