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The afterglow of the white light loomed, like a faint candle flame, quietly hidden under the vast forest.

The wind flows from all over the forest, bringing with it a somber and ancient atmosphere.

Light chestnut hair dances in the wind.

Qianling looked at the direction where the white light disappeared not far away, frowned slightly, leaned into Xiao Jiu's ear, lowered her voice, and stretched out her hand to point to the bottom of the forest:

"Xiaojiu, it's too conspicuous here, it's not safe, let's go to the forest. ”

Xiao Jiu looked in the direction of her hand, and the wings of the membrane were retracted, and the direction was reversed like a bird of prey plunged into the vast forest and ocean.

Ancient trees are lined up.

The light under the forest is relatively dark, and countless pale blue halos quietly rise from the roots of the ancient trees, illuminating the entire forest.

The clean white dress pours down on the knees, and the white fleece fur on the skirt is warm and soft, gently fluttering in the wind.

Qianling leaned against a stout ancient tree, poked her head out and looked in the direction of the deep and secluded forest ahead. Xiao Jiu looked at her curiously, and circled around her, a slender tail spine swaying gently.

However, apart from the sudden burst of daylight just now, there was no movement.

Qianling looked at the deep forest in front of her, shrouded in milk-colored mist, frowning a little uneasily, her hands clenched a little.

In the forest ahead, there may be Erenis's guards stationed.

And...... Since they possessed the extremely pure and complex high-level holy light of the Daylight Holy Light, they would not be ordinary guards.

There was chaos in her mind, and countless pictures that she thought had been silent and cool were now swarming out like a surging tide, encroaching on her entire brain.

In a trance, I seemed to be able to see the green fields stained red with blood, the brick-red houses full of bright golden arrows, the mournful cries that haunted my ears like ghosts, and the muffled sound of sharp golden arrows sinking into the flesh......

The wind blew from the forest with a bit of gloom and bitterness.

A faint blue halo rises like fireflies, faintly illuminating the entire bleak forest.

Qianling stood at the roots of the ancient wood filled with a pale blue halo, and shook her head vigorously, as if she wanted to expel something.

In the dim chaos in front of her, a white hand gradually appeared, silently reaching out to her round belly that could not help but rise and fall in pain......

His hands clutched the jagged trunk tightly, and his nails sank deep into the bark as if they were about to tear it.

The chestnut hair fell quietly on the side of her cheeks, and Qianling slowly raised her eyes, her cheeks flushed with a hint of paleness, and her hands clenched a little.

Lisan, Lisan......

I'm never going to let something like that happen in the Bards again, never.

She looked at the deep forest in front of her, which was unclear in the milk-colored mist, and her amber eyes gradually revealed a firm determination.

"Chirp. ”

Seeing her standing there motionless, Xiao Jiu gently rubbed her head on her and made a chirping sound.

Qianling turned her head and saw it rubbing against her like a coquettish, and her heart suddenly softened.

She reached out and gently hugged Xiao Jiu's head, looking into its eyes, and her voice gently revealed seriousness and firmness:

"Say goodbye here. I'll go by myself in front, and you obediently go back to the bottom and wait for me. ”

"Chirp?" Xiao Jiu saw her gesturing, pointing towards herself, pointing towards the forest in front of her, and then pointing towards it, signaling it to go back to the bottom, tilting its head, and chirping over to rub her, as if unwilling to leave.

Qianling sighed and reached out to stroke Xiao Jiu's head:

"Xiao Jiu, you are a dark demon, even a trace of daylight will kill you, be obedient. ”

Xiao Chirp looked at her without blinking.

"I'll be back soon!"

Qianling smiled at it, waved her hand, and ran lightly towards the forest ahead.

Xiao Jiu squatted on the spot, looked at her back, tilted his head, and a slender tail spur swayed gently.

The forest was dark, and a few faint golden morning rays shone brightly, illuminating the ground.

There was silence all around, and the faint chirping of birds could be heard from all over the forest.

Qianling was lying on the side of the tree trunk like a small white snake vine, poking out her head with a few broad leaves and looking into the depths of the forest.

Odd......

She frowned, her eyes filled with doubt.

It stands to reason that this place is very close to the place where the holy light erupted in the daylight before, but there is not half a figure to be seen.

No Angel Guards?

Where does that daylight come from......

She wrinkled her face, peeled off a few broad leaves from her head, and ran lightly forward, walking and stopping, cautious.

If it's not the Angel Guards, it's the best. But if so, their purpose is the same as the slaughter of the Mindle before...... Then you have to find a way to stop them.

Though...... It could cost her a little life.

For her own little life, Qianling is still quite precious.

Although he has been quite unlucky, and he almost lost his life several times, he was lucky to escape later. While thanking her grandfather for his blessing, she also secretly rejoiced that since she was still alive, she should live well and happily.

Because one day he will die anyway, and the days he lived before that are counted as earned...... She thought optimistically.

Qianling, as a little girl who grew up in the Rose Garden without relatives and no reason in the civilian area of Ellens, has been trying to live like a weed.

She didn't have any great and far-reaching pursuits, and she clung to her own life, probably just because she didn't want to die in a daze and become a fly-ridden corpse in the trash can of the Rose Garden, and she didn't want to be sorry for her grandfather's encouragement and entrustment.

Just like when he was a child, his father once asked Xiao Yu what his dream was, and Qian Yu, who was only three years old at the time, tilted his head and thought for a while, blinking a pair of clear amber eyes and saying seriously, to become a silver moon angel and cast his own badge.

Father stroked his soft chestnut hair with relief and nodded. He looked at Qianling, who was sitting awkwardly peeling an apple, and said with a smile:

"Xiaoling, what about you, what is your dream?"

The hand that was peeling the apple paused, she was stunned for a moment, raised her face, and saw that her father and Xiao Yu were looking at her very seriously, gently grabbing the chestnut hair on the side of her cheek, and a smile appeared on her face:

"I want to watch Xiao Yu become the Angel of the Silver Moon, no, it's a Holy Angel!

She still remembers Xiao Yu who jumped over and threw herself into her arms with joy, and her father who shook his head helplessly.

My father probably thought she was unambitious and disappointed in her...... But watching Xiao Yu realize his dream is really her greatest wish.

Slowly lowered her eyelashes, and a trace of bitterness appeared on Qianling's lips.

Pity...... That's really, it's just a "dream".

A dream that can never be achieved again.