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The orange-green grass was covered with red maples, and suddenly there was a rustling sound.

Soft black cat ears emerge from the grass and shake them smartly, looking playful and cute.

"Got you!"

The little boy emerged from the grass, with a smile on his little face, and clung to the fat white rabbit in his arms, whose white velvet feet kept kicking, trying to break free.

Rubbing the rabbit's chubby head, the little boy grinned, slowly jumped out of the haystack with the rabbit in his arms, shook his head, and shook off a few leaves that were stuck in his hair.

A nimble black cat's tail swayed leisurely behind him, and the little boy hummed a little tune and bounced up the mountain trail with the rabbit in his arms.

In the quiet maple forest, the red maple is faintly dyed with the light of the morning sun, and falls quietly.

The wind blew from the distant woods, rolling up a field of red maples.

A strong fishy smell is blowing in your face!

The little boy turned his head in astonishment, staring blankly at the hillside not far away, his pupils contracted suddenly, and the whole person trembled and took two steps back!

Whew——!!

The earth-shattering roar resounded throughout the mountains and forests in an instant!

A huge white tiger stood on the hillside, a pair of golden eyes firmly locked on the boy, and let out a roar from his mouth, and his huge body instantly jumped down from the hillside and pounced towards the little boy!

The rabbit broke free from the little boy's arms in an instant, and disappeared into the grass beside the road.

"Help, help!"

The little boy's face turned pale with fright, and he turned around and ran in a panic, but his feet were so frightened by the earth-shattering roar that he fell heavily on the mountain road!

"Woo...... Mom, Mommy......!"

Seeing that the huge white tiger was getting closer and closer to him, the tiger's mouth was wide open to reveal Sensen's long teeth, and the disgusting fishy smell became stronger and stronger as the white tiger approached!

The little boy's face was pale, and he shrank motionless on the ground in fright, and he couldn't help but shrink back with tears in his eyes, and his black cat ears trembled and drooped down and clung to his head.

Whew——!

There was another earth-shattering roar! The white tiger stopped a few meters in front of the little boy, paced around him slowly, his golden eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a loud roar again, and pounced forward!

"Ah——!!h

The little boy hugged his head tightly and shook into a ball, and a sharp cry broke out from his mouth in an instant.

Phew-

The maple forest in the distance flashed white.

In the next second, a little white light broke through the air and collided head-on with the white tiger that was rushing into the air!

Burst!

Hot blood gushes out!

There was no imaginary pain, no movement in his ears, the little boy raised his head in confusion and looked over tremblingly, and a pair of eyes full of tears instantly widened in surprise.

The huge impact force actually knocked the white tiger flying, and the huge body fell into the grass on the side of the mountain road twitching slightly, and gradually swallowed its breath.

A golden arrow pierced through the white tiger's eye and pierced directly through its brain. One blow kills, and blood flows.

At this time, there was still a white halo flickering on the golden arrow, and gradually the white light evaporated into a few halos and dissipated.

The little boy sat down on the ground and let out a long sigh of relief, a pair of large cat eyes looking at the person on the other side of the maple grove with gratitude.

The morning light is shallow, and the red maples are flying.

The fair-skinned side face was smeared in the faint morning light, and the long silky hair was tied up at the back of the head, hanging down to the waist and flying gently.

Two strands of soft long blonde hair on the cheeks fell gently and reached to the waist. The breeze flows, and the blonde hair seems to be condensed by the sun, and the wisps shimmer with a honey-colored sheen.

On the forest path with scattered red leaves, the young man was dressed in simple and plain white, holding a bright ivory-colored longbow, and the whole person was bathed in the blurry and clear morning light.

Although it was just standing there quietly, the holy and handsome figure seemed to have descended from the gods.

"Are you alright?"

The boy put away his bow and arrows, walked towards the little boy, gently lifted him up, and looked at him with concern.

The little boy stared at him blankly, probably amazed at his handsomeness.

He had never seen such a good-looking person, as if his whole body was smeared with holy light, pure and beautiful as if he had been left behind in the mortal world.

"You're alone?"

The boy looked around.

The little boy's gaze slowly moved to the pair of snow-white slender wings behind the boy, the green cat eyes flashed slightly, and he reached out curiously to touch the soft wings.

"Is my brother a mountain god?"

The little boy tilted his head and looked at him without blinking, his eyes full of reverence.

The young man was stunned, and a light smile appeared on his lips:

"It's not. ”

The little boy tilted his head and continued to look at him, let out a soft "oh", stood up and patted his clothes, and a small golden bell tied to the sleeve of his shirt "ding" lightly.

"Thank you big brother for saving me. ”

The little boy smiled at him.

"Go home quickly, don't run into the mountains and forests alone. ”

The boy stroked his head gently, a gentle smile on his face.

"Hmm!"

The little boy turned and ran forward in a hurry, gradually disappearing into the blur of red maples.

The young man looked at the white tiger that was bleeding and had already died, and turned around and walked towards the other side of the maple forest.

Red maple swirls and flies.

The snow-white wings were gently tucked behind him, and the clean feathers were smeared with the faint morning light, faintly glowing with a pale golden luster.

The boy held a longbow in his hand. The ivory bow is crystal clear and radiant, and the middle of the bow spreads to both sides with delicate and gorgeous pale golden laurel branches and leaves, scorching with golden light.

This white-clothed boy with a bow and arrow is none other than the youngest genius boy of one of the twelve holy angels of Ellens, the Laurel Angel Snow Mirror.

The white light in his hand flashed slightly, and the entire laurel longbow turned into a ball of white light and dissipated.

Golden hair fluttered gently around his cheeks, and Qingxue looked up at the blue sky faintly revealed among the scorching red maples.

It's been almost two months since I left Ellens.

For two months, he walked in Galandelle, hiding his identity and practicing assiduously alone. Since Laurel Yuci is not aggressive, he must practice diligently to improve his combat ability.

After two months of hard work, he now had plenty of time to integrate all the knowledge and skills he had learned while managing the temple but had not had time to digest them.

In less than two months, he has practiced a superb and accurate archery, even if he is thousands of miles away, he still hits every shot.

The arrows are sharp, and the arrows carry the scorching holy light, which can be fatal with a single blow thousands of miles away, purifying the darkness and filth into invisibility.

But that's not enough.

Over the years, he has practiced diligently and has practiced the healing power given by Laurel Feather to the extreme, but the power of "protection" has not yet appeared.

In his practice, he had tried countless times to improve the power of the laurel feather, but to no avail.

Later, he searched many places in Galandelle, but he never found the medium that could uplift the laurel feathers.

Until recently, the laurel feather at the center of the forehead suddenly appeared frequently, flickering with a pale golden light, and there was a subtle sense.

He followed this vague sense to this place, and searched everywhere but found nothing special.

The autumn leaves fall quietly, and the handsome white figure is shrouded in the rising morning light, and gently closes his eyes.

He could still clearly feel the laurel feather on his forehead throbbing like a heartbeat, and the pale golden halo shimmered.

But the source of the induction was never found.