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It rained for several days, and the sky was misty and gray, as if obscured by a pair of gray wings stretched out.

The floating clouds were dyed with a faint ink, like a few light drops of ink splashed on old rice paper, slowly blurring with the wind.

The stout trees are like giant green umbrellas that cover the sky and the sun, rising from under the deep canyon.

The drizzle was falling, and the leaves of the wide and slender sacred tree were rolling down the crystal full raindrops, which gently trembled with the wind.

The breeze carried a few traces of coldness, like a shallow torrent, like a beast in the air, circulating and spitting and gnawing at each other, shuttling through the vast canopy of the sacred tree.

The leaves of the verdant sacred tree are swept in the wind, making a "rustling" sound and sprinkling countless crystal raindrops.

The slender and thick branches of the Divine Tree are like a mysterious and strange aerial path, quietly stretching out from the dome of the Divine Tree.

The breeze flowed, and the rain flew, converging into countless clear torrents, flowing down the jagged and mottled branches of the sacred trees.

The flowing rain curtain connects the sky and the earth, and the air is filled with the smell of fresh and moist green leaves.

Black Wing is light.

The boy's silence appeared on the branches of the sacred tree surrounded by green leaves. It is shallow and silent, like a cold water lily quietly blooming in a deep and lonely pool.

The black robe fluttered, dark as night.

Her long black hair is soft and long, as if sprinkled with a night sky full of crystal stars, falling quietly down her waist and gently blowing in the wind.

The breeze was like a stream of transparent water, shuttling around the branches of the sacred tree, curling up the young man's long inky hair, and smearing it with crystal mist.

The rain and fog are blurred, and the green leaves are flying.

The thin figure is cut into thousands of strands by the swaying and sweeping green sacred wood leaves, hazy and faint, thin and beautiful as if in a dream.

The black hair was smeared with mist, and it hung down softly on the chest and waist, dancing lightly in the wind.

The boy stood there quietly, like a beautiful sculpture. The rain curtain in the sky, like the lightest and hazy tulle, quietly draped over the shoulders of the young man.

The eyelashes are as fine as a fan and hang low.

The young man lowered his head and quietly looked in the direction of the valley below, his red eyes were precipitated with blood, and the magnificence and mystery were like flowers quietly blooming on the other side of the night.

The ripples were shallow, quietly rising from the craggy grooves of water on the branches of the sacred tree.

The world is silent, only the curtain of rain in the sky, silently connecting the sky and the earth.

The boy stood there motionless.

It's like being in a daze, it's like it's contemplative, it's like waiting.

Long.

A small black dot suddenly appeared at the bottom of the valley where the lights were overflowing, and slowly rose from the bottom of the valley from far and near.

Like a butterfly's wings, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, revealing her beautiful dark red eyes.

The young man looked at the black dots that slowly rose from the bottom of the valley, and a few traces of light gradually shone from the bottom of his calm and waveless eyes, as if the morning sun was first dewed.

The slender and wide black membranous wings stretched out at the sides of the body like a steady sail, and a slender black tail spine like a snake swayed leisurely.

A juvenile giant horn about the size of an ordinary adult tiger stretched out like a steady boat, shuttling through the drizzle and flying straight over the canyon.

Silver bells.

The girl's soft chestnut hair was gently curled by the wind and scattered softly around her neck.

With a transparent umbrella in one hand and the head of the young trollhorn in the other, she curled up in the middle of the pair of black membranous wings as wide as sails.

The drizzle is parting.

The boy stood on the branch of the sacred tree, watching the black young giant horned demon shuttle all the way from the bottom of the valley, getting closer and closer to here.

The silver bell is ringing, from far to near.

The rain curtain filled the sky, like a hazy transparent light veil, separating the two.

The young man stared quietly at the extremely familiar and unfamiliar figure beyond the hazy rain and mist.

Under the low eyelashes, in the clear dark red eyes, the almond-shaped pupils suddenly trembled slightly.

The wide black membranous wings stretched hard, and the black young giant horned demon swept under the canopy of the Divine Tree with the girl on its back, straight through the gap between the swaying and rolling canopy of the Divine Tree, and once again turned into a small black dot and disappeared over the canyon.

I can't find it again.

The rain was dripping.

Long hair smeared with rain mist and fell down to his cheeks.

The young man looked at the swaying canopy of the sacred tree in the sky in a daze, and on his beautiful and almost pale face, a pair of dark red eyes seemed to be filled with mist.

The breeze was overflowing, and the leaves of thousands of sacred trees were smeared with rain and mist, swaying with the wind, making a rustling sound.

The figure quietly appeared behind the young man, slowly stepped forward, and stood side by side of the young man.

Short dark purple hair was lightly brushed, stained with a few small raindrops.

Lan Feng looked at the black-haired young man beside him who was faintly wet, but he didn't realize that he looked like he was in deep thought, and his voice was very soft:

"Brother. ”

He didn't react, his eyelashes drooping, and there was a dullness in his eyes.

"Brother, I did as you wanted. ”

Lan Feng looked at his side face, hesitated for a moment, and still spoke:

"Shu Lanfeng is talkative...... If you want to keep a bird with you, you should put it in a cage and lock it up, not give it a pair of wings for a long journey. ”

The black hair was stained with rain and mist, and it fluttered softly on the forehead.

Lan Yue stood quietly on the branches of the sacred tree, her dark black robe swaying in the wind, and the rain lines all over her body.

He looked at the leaves of the sacred trees that were full of clear raindrops, and slowly lowered his eyelashes:

"Birds belong to the sky, and they shouldn't stay at the bottom of a dark valley without sunlight. ”

Lan Feng frowned slightly:

"Brother, I don't understand. Why did you leave the trollhorn demon with her and allow her to leave the canyon......

"Ellens, above the sea of clouds and below the stars, surrounded by flowers and the morning light......"

He looked at the rain that was flying all over the sky, and his voice was very soft:

"She's not going to get used to this valley where the sun doesn't shine. ”

Lan Feng was stunned for a moment, and pursed his lips slightly:

"At least...... She should know who was doing this for her. ”

Lan Feng looked at him with a serious expression:

"Brother, I've never liked to do useless work. You've done so much, she should know and reciprocate, and rightfully so. ”

His eyelashes drooped slightly, and he still looked at the rain curtain in the sky, and his voice was calm and unwavering:

"I'm just doing what I want to do and don't need anything in return. ”

"But ......"

Lan Feng was a little anxious and wanted to speak, looking at his expressionless face with a bit of perseverance and firmness, he paused again, and slowly swallowed back the words behind.

The rain fell obliquely, gradually becoming a little smaller, and a few wisps of hazy and transparent golden sunlight quietly sprinkled on the swaying canopy of the sacred tree.

Lan Feng raised his face, feeling a few rays of sunlight on his cheeks, glowing with a soft and warm light, and his voice was soft, as if with a sigh:

"But speaking of which, that girl was quite unexpected to me......"

"When I was surrounded by guards that day, I was very scared to see her like that, I really didn't expect it...... She would offer to intercede on the Horned Demon's behalf. ”

The breeze overflowed, and the leaves of the verdant sacred tree swept with the wind, sprinkling small raindrops that were clear and crystalline.

The rain gradually stopped.

Above the canopy of the verdant sacred tree, a clear sky is faintly visible, gradually transitioning from dull gray and blue to clear and translucent.

When the breeze rose, the soft and slender inky hair was quietly raised by the wind, and the wisps danced with the wind, and the mist of the hair smudged quietly dissipated, coated with a layer of sunshine and a faint gold.

Lan Yue stood quietly among the swaying and fluttering leaves of the Divine Tree, slowly raising her head and looking at the few golden rays of sunlight quietly falling between the canopies of the Divine Tree in the sky above.

The long eyelashes are gently raised, and the red eyes are crystal clear, as if precipitating a magnificent and beautiful fire-colored morning glow.

He looked at the pale blue sky that loomed between the canopies of the sacred trees, as if looking at a distant bird.

"Even if she's just a trollhorn, she's willing to tolerate and forgive......"

He looked at the sky in a daze, his voice low, and muttered to himself:

“…… But he refused to forgive me all along. ”