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The clouds flutter, and the cool waterfall pours down from the clouds, like a nine-day waterfall flowing straight into Xingling Lake. The water flow is interspersed with various moist petals, and the sweet floral fragrance quietly fills the water vapor.

The slender tail feathers floated in the air like a light skirt veil, and the snow-white feathered finches sang softly, surrounding the floating island in the sea of clouds.

The holy city of angels, Ellens, above the sea of clouds and under the heavenly dome, is sacred and majestic, shining with the sun and the moon.

Twelve floating islands hang smoothly above Elenis, and twelve cool streams of water cascade down the islands with twelve fresh flowers and leaves, and flow into the central lake of the 12th arrondissement.

Palace of the Roses.

The plain white veil is lightly flicked, the white palace is clustered among thousands of delicate roses, and the corridors, rooms, tables, chairs, and cups are all carved with gorgeous and delicate rose totems.

There was silence all around.

Only the delicate roses in the garden outside the hall swayed quietly in the morning breeze.

The wings are bathed in light sunlight and glow a pale gold.

The white-haired old man folded his wings lightly and landed smoothly in front of the hall where the white veil danced.

Looking at the palace, which was so quiet that there was no sound at all, the old man walked towards the hall, and the half of the mask on the right side of his face hung with a faint shadow.

Dormitory.

The rose totem on the door spreads, and a pair of white wings stretch out, gorgeous and exquisite, lifelike.

Several maids dressed in red and white clothes stood outside the door, looking at each other, looking in the direction of the door, their eyes revealing worry and hesitation.

"Lord Hua Fengyan, please open the door, you haven't eaten for almost two days, and there will be problems if you continue like this......!"

White wings hung to the ground, and a maid knelt in front of the door of the dormitory, holding a white plate with her hands on which a variety of delicate pastries and drinks were placed.

It's quiet.

The maid raised her head and looked at the delicate door of the temple in front of her, and her eyes showed trepidation:

"Lord Hua Fengyan!"

Bang -

As if the wind was blowing, the door was opened straight open in an instant, and a little red light flew out from the door!

Bang!

The maid who was kneeling on the ground flew diagonally and slammed into the plain white wall, slowly sliding down the wall, and collapsed to the ground, no longer moving.

The plate flew out and fell far away, the dishes shattered, the delicate pastries fell to the ground, and the juice was spilled everywhere.

The surrounding maids looked at the girl who was dying by the wall, and knelt on the ground in the direction of the door in panic.

"I said you weren't allowed to disturb, don't you understand?

The voice came from inside the dormitory, and there was a hint of solemnity in the coldness.

The maids fell to their knees and trembled, but none of them got up.

“...... Are you trying to rebel?"

In an instant, a strong murderous aura seemed to be rolling from the middle of the dormitory!

"Yan'er, what are you doing here?"

The wings were lightly retracted, and the white-haired old man appeared quietly at the door of the dormitory, staring in the direction of the hall, frowning slightly.

A group of maids kneeling on the ground raised their eyes and saw the old man in white, and their faces immediately showed joy:

"Xuan Lao!"

Xuan Lao looked at them, and then at the mess on the ground:

"What's going on?"

"This ......"

A group of maids knelt on the ground and looked at each other, looked at Xuan Lao, and then looked at the interior of the dormitory, their eyes revealing hesitation and fear.

"I let you say it, just say it, and don't have any scruples. ”

"Yes," a maid slowly knelt on the ground, her voice low, "Lord Hua Fengyan has been locking herself in the dormitory for a while, rarely going out, and eating very little, this time I haven't eaten anything for almost two days, and we are all worried about ......"

Looking at the broken dishes on the ground and the messy pastries on the ground, Xuan Lao frowned slightly and waved his hand:

"Get up, get up and clean up this place. ”

"Yes. ”

The door closed slowly.

The huge room is decorated with plain white and crimson roses, white tables, chairs, and dressing tables, and rose totems are gorgeous and exquisite, and they are exquisitely carved.

The bed tent is plain white and elegant, and the white rose totem spreads along the bed, revealing luxury in the beautiful and elegant.

With a flick of the white clothes, Xuan Lao looked at the girl on the bed who was shrunk in the quilt, frowned slightly, stepped forward and walked to the head of the bed, and said softly:

"Yan'er, what's going on with you these days? Qingxuan District and the Spiral Tower have left it alone, nesting in the palace all day long and not going out, let alone being an Angel of Judgment, even if it is an ordinary girl, this is not the case!"

It's quiet.

"Yan'er, grandpa is talking to you, do you hear?"

The plain white roses in the crystal bottle at the head of the bed swayed quietly, and the room was quiet without a sound.

Half a day.

A low voice slowly came from the quilt:

"Grandpa...... You go back, I'm a little tired and want to rest for a few days......"

Xuan Lao's voice was faint:

"Come out first, what do you look like when you are wrapped in the quilt and talk, you girl is getting more and more presumptuous, there are many criminals in the spiral tower, and the affairs of Qingxuan District are also piled up, but you are sleeping here, and you don't eat, and now you don't even dare to listen to grandpa's words!"

“......”

There was a faint movement between the bedding, and in the middle of the night, a pair of snow-white wings slowly stretched out from the bed tent and gently retracted. Hua Fengyan slowly raised her head from between the soft futons, her long hair scattered over her shoulders, slightly messy.

Xuan Lao stood beside the bed, looking at her with sleepy eyes, and at first glance, he didn't know how long he had been asleep in a row, and sighed unconsciously:

"Who told me before that I should work hard to practice and catch up with the footsteps of the mirror, but after a long time, I forgot it completely, Yan'er, this is not like you. ”

The long hair slept a little curly, Hua Fengyan sat between the futons, the snow-white wings behind her hung down, her body was slightly stagnant, and she lowered her head and was silent.

Xuan Lao looked at her listlessly, slowly sat down from the edge of the bed, and said softly:

"Although you are arrogant and willful, you have always been responsible and never leave your post without permission...... Let's talk to grandpa about what happened these days. ”

Hua Fengyan didn't speak, and slowly shook her head.

Xuan Lao looked at her, with a hint of inscrutable in his eyes:

"I guess...... Something to do with mirrors?"

His fingertips trembled slightly, and his hands clenched a little. Hua Fengyan lowered her head and remained silent.

"Speaking of which, since you were a child, when you were in a low mood and behaved abnormally like this, wasn't it related to him?"

"Tell me, why did that kid mess with you? Don't worry, if it's really him, grandpa will immediately bring him from the temple and apologize to you. ”

Xuan Lao looked at her, slowly stood up from the head of the bed and was about to walk towards the door.

"Wait!" a hand tugged at his white robe.

"Grandpa, don't look for him...... don't look for him" The voice was low and faintly hoarse.

Xuan Lao sighed and turned around:

"You girl, always so reckless......"

The voice paused suddenly, he looked at Hua Fengyan's face and was stunned, his brows slowly furrowed, and his expression became a little complicated:

"Yan'er ......?"

The plain white bed tent hung down like a light veil, and Hua Fengyan sat between the futons, her long hair scattered over her shoulders, faintly messy and curly. His eyes were red, his cheeks were pale and bloodless, and there was a faint tear stain.

With frowning, Xuan Lao slowly sat down from the edge of the bed, and the old man's hand gently stroked her head, and his voice was low:

“...... What the hell is going on?"

Her lips pursed slightly, Hua Fengyan slowly raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were faintly shining, and her voice was low and hoarse:

"Grandpa...... Am I wrong?"