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But he looked at his white and almost pale face, and frowned slightly. She stared at him, slowly lowering her head to get closer, her amber eyes widening earnestly.

I still feel a little strange......

Isn't it true that when a demon touches the light of daylight, it will instantly shatter and disappear?

When she was in the Yinfeng River Valley, she saw countless Demon Clan people turn into dust and debris in an instant under the light of the Daylight Holy Light, and when Li Sang was pregnant with Xiao Ruo, who had the blood of the Demon Clan, even if she was only slightly touched by the Daylight Holy Light, she still had a very violent reaction......

But Xiaoyue didn't seem to have anything to do with it.

Even if she had tried her best to block out the light for him just now, it shouldn't have hurt at all?

She frowned, staring in confusion at the place where the white smoke had risen from his face, but she did not find even the slightest trace of the burn.

The black hair was long and supple, scattered across his chest, shoulders, and the ground covered with green velvet grass.

Lan Yue lay quietly in the forest and grass sprinkled with crystal spots, watching her lie on top of him, her head bowed in front of him, the face that was close to his face, the amber eyes that stared at him in confusion without blinking......

Slowly lowering his eyelashes, he avoided her questioning gaze a little unnaturally, and a blush quietly stained his white cheeks, like a red glow.

Qianling seemed to be unaware, still frowning and staring at the previous burn on his face:

"Satsuki...... You're not afraid of the Light?"

He lowered his eyelids and didn't speak, but his cheeks were a little red and abnormal.

"Satsuki?"

She stared at him suspiciously, her eyes touched the rosy red on his face like the morning light, her eyes suddenly widened in surprise, and she suddenly reached out to hold his face, and came closer, a pair of amber eyes full of worry:

"You're still burned, I'll just say how can there be a demon who isn't afraid of the light......"

Suddenly being held in the face, he couldn't dodge and was forced to meet her gaze, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, hanging low, vaguely covering the fleeting panic and uneasiness in his red eyes.

The flush on his cheeks gradually spread, all the way to the base of his ears.

Seeing that the face held in both hands suddenly turned red like a ripe tomato, and the skin under the palm was slightly hot......

Qianling was stunned, looking at his close face, the dark red eyes that were a little dodgy and did not dare to look directly, and they were clear and a little embarrassed and panicked......

He blinked slightly, as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Ah...... Yes, yes, sorry!"

She bounced off him and retreated like a panicked octopus.

He opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

His cheeks grew hot as if he could bake an egg.

Qianling stood a little helpless not far away, and turned around anxiously not daring to see his reaction, her face gradually turning red.

She lies on top of people like a female hooligan, and she is still there to preach seriously!

Like a frosted eggplant slowly drooping her head in frustration, she pulled the hair on the side of her cheek a little annoyed, and scolded herself a thousand times in her heart.

She forgot.

Forget that he is no longer the little silver-haired boy who used to be and need her protection and care, forget that he can no longer pinch his face and rub his head without scruples like before, forget that his current identity is the supreme king of the demon clan, and now she is doing this kind of behavior again, not only arrogance, but also "taking advantage"......

His cheeks became hotter and hotter, as if he could emit a wisp of green smoke.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to......"

In the middle of the night, the voice sounded low, with a little cramped and uneasy.

Qianling stood in the glade of the forest sprinkled with crystal spots, her head drooping a little dejectedly, and a few strands of chestnut hair were also hanging on her head.

Black hair poured down like a waterfall, scattered on the chest and the ground, and the long strands of hair were dyed with a hazy sunlight and shimmered brightly.

Lan Yue sat up from the ground, looked up at the girl who was standing not far away with her back to him, and apologized vigorously, her cheeks were a little hot, she slowly stood up, and brushed away a few blades of grass on her robe.

Qianling stood in the forest clearing sprinkled with golden sunlight with her hair in her hands, hearing movement behind her but not daring to look back, gradually feeling a little restless.

Since Satsuki doesn't seem to have a big problem, it's also a lot of trouble for her to stay here.

She took a breath and patted her hot face, greasing the soles of her feet to slip away......

"Ling. ”

Suddenly, his voice came from behind him.

Halfway up, the foot paused slightly, and then slowly lowered it. Qianling lowered her head and stood there uneasily, hesitated a few times, but still didn't dare to look back.

The long hair was lightly brushed, dyed with a touch of golden morning light, scattered on the waist with the wind.

The slender black wings were gathered behind him, and the black robe was sprinkled with crystal light and swept in the wind.

He walked quietly towards her, surrounded by a hazy golden sun, as if he were dressed in a dazzling dress.

Feeling the footsteps behind her that gradually grew from near to far, Qianling felt more and more uneasy, and her hands clenched little by little.

I wouldn't have been nosy if I had known. Obviously, she once lost her most important wings because of meddling, and now she still hasn't learned her lesson......

Slowly lowering her eyelids, she bit her lip in a little frustration, and a touch of gloom gradually appeared under her eyes.

The long hair is lightly brushed, and the black robe is fluttering.

The footsteps slowly stopped.

Lan Yue stood behind her, a black robe bathed in golden sunlight and swept up by the breeze.

Ancient trees stand up, and the morning light is like a flocculent.

The forest was quiet, and the deep gloom shone with wisps of hazy sunlight, enveloping the two of them.

The green velvet grass is dotted with a few small wildflowers, swaying gently in the wind, and a few small dandelions rising gently in the wind.

Light chestnut hair danced in the wind, dyed with a hint of golden morning light.

Qianling didn't look back, and her voice was low: "I apologized......"

The hand was suddenly gently held, and the warm temperature came from the palm that was once the most familiar.

Qianling was stunned, her fingertips trembled, and she reflexively wanted to withdraw her hand, but he clenched it tightly and couldn't break free.

The supple black hair fluttered in front of his forehead, casting a faint shadow on the white cheeks smeared with the hazy sun, outlining the beautiful silhouette.

The long, thin eyelashes are dyed with golden sunlight, hanging low, as if they were transparent.

He kept his head down, his long black hair hanging down his chest and waist, and he was gently brushed in the wind.

"Ling ......"

The hands clenched gently, and the warmth spread little by little from the palms that were close to each other, gradually ironing the chest.

The empty and restless heart in the chest is like a sudden honey-smelling sunshine, warmly wrapped, warm and sweet, so reassuring.

His eyelashes drooped slightly, there was a touch of warmth in his eyes, and his voice was very soft:

"You still care about me. ”