The snow is misty, and the sky is full of light and shadow.

The mountains are quiet, and the aurora chains sing in the wind and snow.

The boy stood on the snowy slope.

Blonde hair and white clothes, snowflakes stained the corners of his clothes, and silence rolled in the cold wind. The pure white wings were dyed with ice, snow and frost, and they hung down on the sides of the robe, and the laurel branches and leaves that spread horizontally and horizontally shone brightly.

"Holy Angel, everything is ready according to your arrangement. ”

An angelic general dressed in silver armor appeared behind the young man, bowing his head respectfully.

The snow was scattered, stirring the light blonde hair.

Qingxue Mirror slowly raised her eyelashes, and on her cold and white face, her pale golden eyes were filled with gloomy light.

The hand was raised lightly, the fingertips were forward, and the frost wind rolled up the white sleeved robe, and the corners of the red gold bay leaves shimmered slightly.

A stack of pale paper money fell from his hand, drifting away, and disappeared into the sky with the cold wind.

The snow-capped mountains are solemn.

The staggered chains hung like cobwebs, running through the mountains, and the frost and wind shone with a cold light.

He looked at the paper money that was fading away, and followed it into the distance.

"Xiaoling...... I swear by the aurora that I will slay all the demons......"

The wind and snow are long, the white clothes are rolling, the eyes that are as warm as the sun are bright and withered, and the sand voice is a little trembling and killing:

"Avenge you. ”

Forget the territory of life.

It rained heavily for several days.

The leaves of the sacred tree did not move in the rain line, like a huge green umbrella stretched out on the top of the valley, blocking the rain and casting a shade on the dimly lit town at the bottom of the valley.

Qianling lay by the window, watching the raindrops the size of beans leak through the cracks in the green leaves of the sacred tree, like thousands of crashed small meteors.

Feel a cool gaze.

She quickly sat up straight, casually wiping down the old book in her arms.

After all, the days in the forest were a little lonely and couldn't stay, so Qianling volunteered to go back to the study to continue to run errands for Lan Feng.

When he lived in a tree house with Satsuki in the winter, although he was asleep with his injuries, his life never seemed to be lonely.

Now I can't stay alone.

"Hey, this ......"

Qianling casually flipped through the yellowed pages in her hand, and her eyes were suddenly attracted by a blurred word in the corner:

"Snow ......?"

The air tightened suddenly, and the pages snapped and closed, disappearing into the transparent ripples.

When Qianling raised her head, the old book was already lying peacefully on the Lanfeng table.

"Who told you to move this?" Blood-red eyes swept over, and the cold voice was a bit chilling.

Qianling muttered quietly: "It has a lot of gray ......"

Cleaning the bookshelves and wiping books in Lan Feng's study is an old business she is familiar with.

It's just that on the bookshelf in the corner, there has always been an inconspicuous little grid, but it is never within the range of her reach.

I just sorted out the bookshelves, and saw that the little grid was too dirty, too out of place in the clean and tidy study, and I had always been a little curious, so I couldn't help but want to clean it up.

Lan Feng only stared at the yellowed ancient book in front of him, his fingertips slowly rubbing the rough pages, and his movements were very light, like touching some fragile glassware.

The branches of the flowers are lit, the candles are lit, and the incense is curling.

There was a mist in his eyes.

"What kind of book is this?" Qianling looked at him and stepped forward curiously.

He lowered his eyes and was silent, his slender fingers picked up the book, shook it slightly, and blew it again, his fingertips wiping the dust off the surface.

Qianling stared at his movements dumbfounded, standing next to him like a sculpture.

Fake, right......

Is this still the workaholic who is so clean that he can't do it? A man who is not allowed to touch even a fallen leaf can take care of the dust on a book with his own hands? and blow with his mouth?

No wonder she was never allowed to clean up, did she always do it herself?

Feeling a strange gaze, Lan Feng slowly put down the book.

"This is my sister's thing. ”

Qianling was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes widened: "Sister, where are you and where are you?" Why haven't I seen ......?"

He lowered his eyes, and his voice was faint:

"Relic. ”

The smile on Qianling's face slowly dissipated, and she was a little cramped to stand in place. After a while, he stammered:

"Yes, I'm sorry. ”

There was no expression on his face, his fingers were casually raised, ripples opened, and the yellowed ancient book was lying back in the small compartment in the corner of the bookshelf in a blink of an eye.

Afternoon.

The rain was all over the sky, and the sky was a pale gray.

The branches and leaves of the sacred wood dome are in the sky, and the dim light leaks through the cracks in the canopy, mottled and spread all over the eaves.

"The one-eyed beast of the Longguan beast is really a divine thing. ”

The dark red curtain obscured the rain outside the window, the flowers and trees blooming in the four corners of the conference hall lit candles, the silky incense swirled like wisps, and the snakes of smoke wandered around the long tables.

The golden eyeballs floated in the middle of the long table, floating with a strange light.

The seven demon elders sat on either side of the long table, their eyes locked on the strange eyeballs, and they were amazed.

"What about the fetish?" The red-haired man leaned on the luxurious chair inlaid with jade inlays, and swept meaningfully towards the silent black-haired young man on the throne beside him, "I have to see if I can afford it." ”

"After all, it's a body that has died once, and even if it's a miracle medicine to replenish the sky, it may not be pleased," he sighed regretfully, "It's not good to get your blood unstable and explode and die when the time comes." ”

The cold gaze swept over, and the scarlet color revealed a bit of shocking intimidation.

The vertical and horizontal wrinkles on Qian's face moved slightly, and he silently closed his mouth, simply closing his eyes to recuperate.

"Qian's words also make sense. ”

The ripples opened, and the golden eyeballs flowed and disappeared into the ripples.

Lan Feng sat at the other end of the long table opposite Lan Yue, his pale fingers playing with the eyeballs in his hands:

"This Longguan one-eyed is a divine beast, and it more or less contains the light power of the creator god, which is contrary to my dark demon clan and cannot be used directly. ”

"When I refine it and remove the residual light breath, my brother will use it again, and it will definitely alleviate the backlash of the body. ”

Yu Lao nodded:

"We have to do it as soon as possible, Ellens is not going to give us much time. Although the previous special forces that could detect and break the barrier of our stronghold have not appeared recently, it is only a matter of time. ”

"We must destroy the Aurora Skylock as soon as possible and reopen the lava path. When the tens of thousands of people of my demon clan break through the sea of fire and see the light of day, it will be the time to truly fight to the death with Ellens. ”

"According to the latest information, for some reason, the strength of the Aurora Sky Lock has weakened recently, which is a great opportunity to open the road to molten slurry. ”

Qian Lao leaned back in his chair, and on his old and unruly face, a pair of eyes narrowed slightly.

The rest of the elders also looked solemn, their scarlet eyes slowly moving in the direction of the long table throne.

"But before that, there's one more thing that should be done at the same time......"

Old Yu's expression changed slightly, and he also moved his gaze to look at the young man in the rain and mist.

After a pause, he still spoke:

"In order to avoid a repeat of the tragedy of 300 years ago, our elders have deliberated and unanimously agreed that ......"

The old man's voice was soft, but firm.

"This time, you should leave an heir. ”