"Filthy spiral tower prisoners rebel against the party, and dare to come here to spread wild!"

The index finger of the orchid leaf gently pushes the frame, and the center of the eyebrows is full of brilliance and outlines the thorn totem!

The light of the twenty-four enchantment envoys immediately lit up, and twenty-four holy rays of light poured into the air enchantment from all directions!

The eggshell-like cracks were gradually filled by the holy light, the gaps that thousands of demons had slammed with their flesh and blood, and the cracks that Lan Yue had torn open with the last of her strength......

All of them were restored one by one.

The ghost frowned, cursed and slammed into the enchantment! The crack spread in an instant, and healed again after a few seconds.

"Useless work. Xuan Lao glanced at him and looked to his side, "Mirror, go and clean him up." ”

But he was stunned when he looked at the emptiness, and he didn't know when the silent blonde boy beside him disappeared.

The cold dagger pressed against his throat from behind, and Lan Zhiye was stunned, his eyebrows were still lit, and his pupils contracted and moved back in disbelief.

"Let them go. A strand of blonde hair fluttered on her cheeks, the dagger in her hand tightened, and she said in a deep voice, "Let them go!"

"Clear the snow goggles...... You're crazy! You're ...... Not. ”

"Open the barrier!"

The sudden change caught everyone off guard, and at that moment, all the angelic guards looked at the ground, at the supreme Holy Angel of the Temple, and at the Holy Envoy of the Enchantment, who was held against the dagger in his hand and could not move, and was at a loss for a moment.

"Mirror! you...... What are you doing?"

Hua Fengyan was suspended in the air, and the whole figure was struck by lightning, shouting the name of the young man and was about to fly up, but he only pressed the dagger more tightly into the throat of the person in front of him, and his firm and stubborn eyes were no longer gentle and clear as before, but they were as dazzling as the scorching sun.

When did the obedient and well-behaved child have such eyes?

Xuan Lao stood in place, his face a little blue.

The light of the thorn feathers slowly extinguished, and the light of the twenty-four enchantments returned to its original place.

Lie Ghost looked down at the white-clothed blonde boy in the Rose Sky Feather Stage, just as he raised his eyes, the two of them nodded their heads and reached a consensus.

"Girl—"

The heavy fist fell on the barrier, and the crack spread like a twig, accompanied by the man's hoarse shout: "Go-"

Tens of thousands of enchantment fragments were scattered like snowflakes, and the entire enchantment above the Rose Sky Feather Platform was torn apart and crumbling.

The angels and demons in the air are still fighting, and the screams and fleeing voices of the angels and people on the ground are connected, and they are sad and tragic under the dusk, like an eternal sad song.

"Satsuki, the barrier has opened...... Satsuki ......"

Qianling muttered to herself, trembling and supporting the weak body in her arms, trying in vain to pick him up. His bloody robe was broken into pieces, and his back was filled with countless radiant holy arrows, like broken sails, the membrane wings that hung on the ground were burned to the ground, and the torn black wing membrane revealed the skeleton.

He has always been the coldest and arrogant wind under the abyss, the wordless moonlight breaking through the clouds in the deepest night.

She had never seen him so weak and embarrassed, driven to the end of his rope.

In Qianling's cognition, Lan Yue, Xiao Yue, or the moon god...... It should be the leader of the king who stands under the blood moon in his clothes.

His eyes are forever full of the flowers of hell, his long hair is always like a waterfall of ink, and there he stood, lazy and elegant, looking down on the world with cold eyes, and moving everything with his fingers......

She once thought that he would always be like that, like a silent mountain in the world, even if the wind and clouds change, he will live forever and never fall.

And now he fell, in her arms, not as violently as the collapse of mountains and rivers, but more like a fragile child sleeping......

Just like she had when she first met him.

He couldn't fly anymore. Like a bird with broken wings, like her...... The same.

"I want to go, it's not that easy!" Hua Fengyan's heart-rending screams were shuttling, and the heavy fist smashed down on the enchantment like a drum hitting the heart, the holy light lit up from all directions, and the rose flower turned into a blood-colored wave that swept all over the sky, carrying thousands of guns and halberds and swords like a torrential rain, and was blocked by the golden laurel that grew in an instant......

The noise was noisy, Qianling heard the roar of the uncle smashing down on the barrier again and again, heard the black and white crusades all over the world, heard the screams of the people of Ellens, and heard the rain of thorns and arrows covering the sky like a net of beasts......

But strangely, she was not afraid at all.

She only knelt there and hugged the broken body in her arms very softly and tightly, thinking back to the days and nights that had passed, Elrenis's hut, Galandelle's lakeside, the forest tree house in the Forgotten Lands, and the starry night of the Rainbow Source......

Before she knew it, she had come so far on the long road.

He has been with him so far.

Whenever he turned around, he could always see the boy standing there, not smiling, not speaking, not even greeting.

But he was there, always there, never left.

Until a pair of hands gently supported her face, Qianling's eyelashes trembled and looked at the beautiful pale face of the young man nearby, tears slowly flowed down, and she also reached out to hold his face, crying and choking.

At that time, the dusk was scorching, the heavens and the earth were chaotic, and the shouts and fights were continuous.

The flying shards of the enchantment were like goose feathers and snow, and the most beautiful face of the city was a little blurred, and the black hair was blowing in the wind, and the clear and hazy halo was like a firefly from his skin, his long hair, his broken wings, and tail thorns......

It rises like the light of the sky in the far north, and like the bright moon at the turn of night, it will eventually melt under the morning and morning glow......

Qianling finally realized something, holding his hand and shaking his head, tears falling down like beads, muttering but unable to read a word of relief.

……

……

"What's your name?...... Do you have a name?"

"Hmm...... How about being called Xiaobai? It matches your hair color and eye color. ”

“…… Month. ”

"What?"

"My name...... Month. ”

……

……

The past was too good, too cruel. She often misses it too much, and she doesn't dare to think about it too much.

Perhaps from the beginning, the encounter was wrong.

And now, he's leaving.

"Take me away...... Qianling muttered softly and stretched out her hand to hug him, tears streaming down her face, clenching her hands and refusing to let go, "Shall I join you...... Go to hell or heaven...... Where Satsuki is, I'm not afraid ......"

Lan Yue's long hair swept in the halo, and more and more blazing light flew up from his body, like a dandelion about to be annihilated in the wind.

"I'm sorry ......"

A pair of hands gently held the girl's tear-stained face, and the soft and warm kiss fell on her lips, like the touch of a feather in the twilight, and like thunder and lightning that fixed her in place, sealed for a thousand years.

"I love you. ”

A tear slid down the boy's graceful jaw, and the agitated wind exploded in an instant, his long hair and robe flew up wantonly, and the fishy color of his eyebrows was hooked into a poignant manzhu sawa, which instantly lit up the imprint on the girl's body.

Qianling was stunned, stupid, petrified, and the blood in her whole body rushed to the back of her head, and then it faded sharply like a tide, and every inch of her liver began to tremble. The eyebrow manzhu sawa brand and the four-leaf clover feather ci overlapped repeatedly, and the scorching light gradually obscured the bright holy light in the air.

Before the kiss was finished, his strength was exhausted, his body crashed like a collapsed mountain, and fell into her arms like a rag bag, and the clear and turbulent light poured out from the broken body full of light arrows, like the bones burned under the scorching sun being scattered by the wind little by little......

The fragments of the holy light are the drifting snow, and the flying snow is the tragedy of the final chapter.

The wind has stopped, Manju Sawa has withered, and there is no moon god in the world.

"Little ...... Month?"

And she was still kneeling there, her eyes wide open, but there was no god in her pupils, only tears surging down like a wave of bursting embankments, and she slowly grabbed her hair for a long time and lowered her head, and her whole body began to tremble, and there were disorderly words in her mouth.

"Little ...... Month...... Moon...... Small...... Month ......"

"Ya, girl, ......!" Blazing Ghost's wings stretched out and suspended outside the barrier, witnessing everything that happened on the platform, only to feel thrilled, and suddenly his eyes turned red.

Lan Zhiye looked at the man who fell beside the girl like a torn puppet, the legendary man, the supreme leader of the demon clan, the nightmare that terrified the angel clan for a hundred years...... It's like a fragile kitten falling there, falling beside the person he desperately wants to break into to protect, giving up dignity, glory, arrogance, and everything to leave a cold corpse.

is clearly going to die, but it is so poignant and heroic that it will be passed down forever like an ancient tragic song.

The dagger against his throat trembled, and he shuddered again and looked at the man behind him, his blonde hair spreading out from his pale cheeks, his face pursing between his lips, as if he had been battered and had lost all hope and strength.

"Ah...... Ahhhh......h

So all that day Ellens saw and heard.

"Ahh

The angel girl with broken wings knelt on the ground of the Rose Sky Feather Terrace, hugging the silent demon leader and bursting out into an almost mad cry.

The cry was too heartbreaking, too heartbreaking, and too moving, so that those who fought forgot to fight, and those who ran for their lives forgot to run for their lives, they all held their breath and watched blankly, and unconsciously they were in tears and hid their faces and cried.

Gradually, someone whispered, and Dao recognized the two people, a civilian girl who seemed to have lived alone in Tianshui District, and was later decapitated for colluding with demons. But such an ordinary and ordinary girl would not have been deliberately remembered, but the beautiful and stunning silver-haired little boy she had held by her side, well-behaved and soft, was once the object of love and pursuit in the streets and alleys of Tianshui District. It's just that now that I think about it, it's actually the incarnation of the devil, which makes people's cold hairs stand up. But if you think about it carefully, in such a strange and terrifying hostile relationship, you can get along with such a touching warmth of living and dying together.

After that, there was a well-known secret in the Holy City on the clouds.

Why did the god of the moon suddenly throw himself into the net and ambush him?

Some people sighed, because he was in love with the angel of Elenis.