"Please also think twice!" Luo Senbei, Qiyuan Hibiscus, Qingqu Huoqu Brothers, Yuan Langling and other other holy angels all came out, and many golden-armored guards in the hall knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and the voices of plea came one after another.

"Anyone who dares to defend his cover-up shall be punished with the same crime. ”

Xuan Lao glanced coldly at the people below, and then looked at the young man in white kneeling on the red carpet:

"Do you have a rebuttal?"

The veils are intricate, and the plain white clothes and wings are spread on the red carpet. Qingxue Mirror's long light blonde hair sprinkled down his shoulders like the light of the sun, his pure white sleeves were folded in front of him, and he bowed his head:

"It is irrefutable that the disciple has failed to live up to the high expectations of the teacher. ”

Xuan Lao said again: "Then do you know what is wrong?"

This time he was silent for a long time, his light golden eyelashes were raised, and the bottom of his eyes was bright and bright, clear as a mirror:

"Disciple...... There is no mistake. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was silence all around. All the surprised eyes fell on the young man again, and Xuan Lao looked at him for a long time, and laughed angrily:

"Good. Since you are obsessed, go back to your laurel palace to think and reflect. When you think clearly, come back to me. If you are stubborn and refuse to have an epiphany all your life, you don't have to come out again in this life and this life. ”

Hua Fengyan's face turned white and she almost fainted when she didn't come up in one breath, and she was only able to stand firm when she was supported by Lan Zhiye; Luo Senbei and the others also changed their faces, and when they saw that they couldn't intercede, they went to persuade the blonde boy who was kneeling on the ground.

So the veil of the huge temple flew down, and several golden-armored guards stepped forward with swords.

The blonde hair of the snow clearing mirror was blowing in the night, the wings of the robe were as white as snow, and he slowly took off the red gold temple holy angel badge pinned to his chest, kowtowed three more times, got up and walked out of the temple step by step with the guards, his wings stretched and turned into a ball of light and dissipated.

At the same time, the twelve palaces flowing with waterfalls in the sky lit up, and the red golden laurel trees seemed to be lit up as constellations, and like the scorching morning sun rising, the brilliance was brilliant and beautiful.

The news of the abolition of the Holy Angels of the Temple had spread far and wide, and the people of Ellenith looked up to the sky and talked and lamented.

In the past, under the golden laurel tree, there was the most glorious and dazzling genius boy of the new generation, and now the palace is still the same, but it has become a forbidden place for rebellious angels.

Later, the Holy Angels of the Temple resumed their annual rotation, and Hua Fengyan entered the Temple as an Angel of Judgment. The plain veil fell, and the crimson rose flowers, replacing the golden laurel, and the scorching and thick bloom in every corner of the floating holy city.

But people have not forgotten the barren and lonely island in the vast sky, the most gentle and dazzling young man in the past, whether it is ordinary people, holy angels, or guards who have received the kindness of that young man in the past, many people try their best to fly up to the palace to see him, but there are heavy chains and enchantments, like a deep prison hanging high in the sky, unable to get close to half a minute.

Some people say that on a full moon and a clear night, if you stand under the starry sky and look carefully, you will find a young man in white standing under the bright golden laurel tree on that small island.

Sometimes he reads to the moon, sometimes he practices with a sword, and sometimes he sits on the laurel branches, looking into the distance in a daze.

If the night is quiet, those who are close to the palace may be able to hear the young man's shallow singing, which is brighter than the moonlight and more beautiful than the gonghou......

It touches people's joys and sorrows, and sings about the love and past that have passed.

The darkness of seven days and seven nights never stopped, and there was finally a glimmer of light in the sky in the morning. As a round of red sun rises, the light is dazzling, blazing and clean like a new child, dyeing the clouds in the sky brilliant and colorful, the golden light is sprinkled all over the mountains and forests, the earth is full of evil, and the flowers and trees are in full bloom.

Lie Ghost covered his eyebrows with one hand, looked at the steaming sky, and whistled lightly in a good mood. He held the fishing rod in his hand and lifted it hard, pulling a fat stream fish out of the waterfall water, and the little chirp next to him excitedly grabbed it and threw it into the barrel.

"Hey, stinky girl—"

A cool shadow swept overhead, and he waved his fishing rod and pointed triumphantly at the barrel of the harvest, and the girl glanced at it and ignored it, and the black wings swirled like an arrow over the forest, crossing the barrier and landing lightly on the treehouse.

Push the door in, and the window curtain is blowing in the wind.

In the honey-soaked clouds and sunshine, Lan Yue slept peacefully among the snow-white pillows, her eyelashes drooped, her skin was fair, like a transparent porcelain doll was quiet and silent, bathing in the morning glow and morning light so beautifully, but her eyes were wet with tears.

"It's finally dawn, and it's time to get up and bask in the sun...... Otherwise, everyone will get moldy. ”

Qianling whispered, Fu Lanyue got up and leaned into his arms, pulled the snow-white quilt corner and tucked it around his waist.

Lan Yue's long lacquered hair was clear and scattered, her eyelashes were drooping, her skin was pale, and she was wearing only a thin white nightgown. Although the tears of the gods saved his life, his body was much thinner and lighter, and the already thin person became more and more haggard, and he touched every one of them.

A bowl of soft glutinous porridge was steaming, he stirred it with a spoon and scooped it up lightly to blow it into his mouth, Qianling's wings wrapped around his back, leaned down and fed it carefully.

His lips are still soft and warm, and his eyebrows and eyes are so close at this time, with long hanging eyelashes, fair skin and beautiful facial features, and black hair on his cheeks that swaying with the breeze......

Everything made her heart skip a beat.

"When you wake up, will you be shy and angry?"

When a bowl of porridge was fed, she gently wrapped her wings, gently hugged him with both hands, hugged the young man's thin and thin body in her arms, and kissed away the little porridge left on his lips:

"No matter what...... It was you who said you loved me first. Moon...... I accept it, you're mine. I can do whatever I want, right?"

His hair flicked lightly against his cheeks, but there was no response.

Qianling slowly stroked his face, imagining the shy staring appearance of Xiaoyue in the past, and unconsciously laughed softly, her eyes were sour, and tears soaked into the corners of her mouth.

"It's been seven days...... You won't come back yet...... "She choked back tears and fell uncontrollably, hugging him tightly and threatening, "If you don't come back, I'll touch your horns and touch your tail spines...... Bullying you hard, eating your tofu every day......"

Perhaps an illusion, his eyelashes fluttered slightly in his vision blurred by tears.

Qianling's tear-soaked pupils contracted for a moment, her lips trembled, and she hugged him and didn't dare to stop talking:

"Also, I have to bathe you, comb your hair, put a bow on you, and tie your braids...... There are not a few clothes in the treehouse, and I don't have the money to go to the bottom of the valley to buy new ones when Lan Feng is not there, and if you don't come back, I will give you my dress......"

Lan Yue's long and delicate eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and finally slowly lifted up in the thin morning light, revealing clear and transparent silver pupils.

Qianling held his breath, his lips trembled, he couldn't make a sound, and tears filled his eyes, blurring his appearance.