The four-leaf clover in the center of her eyebrows lit up, and Qianling's wings folded and lightly passed through the barrier, landing steadily on the branch at the door of the treehouse.

The sky was dark, as if there was no light in the eternal night.

The tree house was nestled among lush greenery, dappled with shadows. Under the eaves, the delicate dried fruits and small things hung one after another, and the pale blue hyacinths in the window had not been watered for a long time, and they were dry and listless.

I still remember the first time I came here, it was Satsuki who brought her here. He said that he had built a house exactly like Elenis's house as he remembered, and returned it to her. But she didn't accept it, and she didn't even want to stay longer, at that time she only cared about her own pain, only her dignity and defense, and she didn't think about how bloody those words would be in his heart.

The second time she came here, it was she who stabbed the blade into his heart to protect Xiao Yu, and cried bitterly to search for Galandelle, and finally found him in this tree house.

Qianling remembered that at that time, the sky was full of dusk, and the red glow was shining, and she stood here like this, hesitantly praying and pushing open the door, and saw the boy curled up in a pool of blood, like a fragile and helpless child escaping from hiding, hiding all the wounds.

And the winter days that accompanied him to recuperate from his injuries were a very happy and happy time in her life. It seems to have returned to the carefree years of Ellen Is, living in a warm and familiar home with Xiaoyue, there will be Longya and Xiao Jiu to play with her on weekdays, and there is still an uncle in the forest, she is no longer lonely, no longer sad, happy like a fragile dream.

Later, after the orcs migrated back to their headquarters, this became the warmest and most comfortable place for her to stay after returning to the demon clan. Longya and Xiao Jiu accompany each other every day, and Xiao Yue will come over every once in a while, bringing her all kinds of delicious snacks at the bottom of the valley......

Until Qian Shu set a trap to expose her identity in public, she was forced to leave the treehouse and follow Satsuki to the battlefield......

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had returned.

Under the dark sky, the cold wind blows the plump black feathers. Qianling stood in the doorway and took a light breath. Slowly reaching out, hesitating a few times, pushed the door open.

Bite......

As if the memories of the past were revisited, the pine cones hanging from the door made a soft sound, and the familiar and quiet hut appeared in front of me, still the furnishings of the past.

In the dim light of the window, a figure lay on a white mattress, her long supple hair scattered all over the pillow. The fluorescent seeds that slowly rose outside the window faintly illuminated his delicate side face, but it was so quiet, silent, like buried at the bottom of the sea, and like an elf in the silent forest that had been sealed for thousands of years, waiting for the person who gave the seal to open it with his own hands.

"Satsuki ......!"

Qianling gasped out in one breath, tears surging down like a flood tide that burst the embankment, crying and threw herself in front of the bed tightly, tightly hugged him into her arms, caressed his intact face in disbelief, hugged his not warm body tightly, and cried with palpitations.

"Satsuki...... It's been a long wait, it's been a long time to keep you waiting......"

She wept and took out her necklace, took off the adorned tears of the gods, folded her wings around him and carefully hugged him in her arms, and fed the soft and cool teardrops to his lips.

Lan Yue's eyelashes drooped, her head leaned softly against her heart, and she slept peacefully, but she didn't cooperate. The soft and fragile teardrops touched his lips several times, but they couldn't be fed.

Qianling hugged him and tried several times, for fear of breaking the teardrop, her hands were shaking so anxious that tears fell, the fear that the time ban would be lifted at any time, the fear that he would disappear, and the tears surged and fell more and more.

"Forget it, it'...... anyway"

Anyway, from now on, he will be her alone.

Qianling stared at him fixedly, thought about it, and simply withdrew her hand, carefully swallowed the tears into her mouth, hugged him and leaned down, kissed the pale and thin lips, and fed him little by little.

The taste of tears melts in your mouth......

So bitter.

It was the tears of remorse of the gods, more like an accusation and punishment against her.

"Moon...... Come back. ”

Within a few minutes, his eyebrows, eyes, and facial features were so beautiful and delicate, but they were also so pale and fragile, and he was so emaciated and colorless. Under his lips, the petal was soft but also cold, and when he lowered his eyelashes, he could eclipsate the whole world.

"Will you be back?"

More and more tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, sinking into the lips that covered each other, spreading a thick bitterness.

A circle of invisible ripples spread, everything around was frozen in an instant, and the visible time flowed again like ripples, and returned to the same as before in an instant.

After the feeding was exhausted, Qianling slowly let go of him, stared at the still silent face, and carefully leaned over to his heart, holding her breath.

Bang......

Boom......

A faint beat, more fragile than a candle in the wind.

Time lifted the ban, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips surged with blood for a moment, and the penetrating wound in his abdomen began to seep blood again, and in a blink of an eye, the clothes were soaked, but the burning of the Polar Sun Holy Light in his body had stopped.

Qianling didn't have time to rejoice, and in a blink of an eye, his hands were covered with his blood, and his expression changed greatly, and he reached out to cover it, but he saw that more blood was seeping out, soaking his waist and seeping into the pillow.

Bite......

The Yuci totem lit up in an instant, and a four-leaf clover on Qianling's fingertips urgently sank into his abdomen, and the speed of blood flow began to slow down, but it was still endless, as if it was going to drain every drop of blood in his body, dyeing the whole world blood-red.

Just when she was holding him anxiously, the four-leaf clover in her eyebrows trembled slightly, and a sense came. Qianling sensed something, turned her head to look outside the tree house, and her expression was a little complicated.

A moment later.

“……”

The little chirp swayed lightly, squatting and licking his paws, glancing at the two strange people in front of the bed from time to time.

Liege was standing at the head of the bed, pounding herbs and smearing them in gauze to wrap around the bleeding wound in the boy's abdomen.

Qianling stood next to him, staring at his every move with her eyes like a torch, one hand raised to his neck, and the black fingertips and claws stretched out, ready to pierce his neck and tear off his head.

Lie Ghost was busy for a while, glanced back at her, saw these scarlet eyes, and sighed and turned his head away, quite pitiful.

"I'm not good at dealing with wounds......"

He complained, but he didn't dare to slow down his movements.

Qianling's eyelids are not raised, and her eyes are bright:

"As a holy angel who has been on the battlefield, this is a compulsory course. If you can't save him, you will be buried with you. ”

His expression became more and more pitiful, and he gritted his teeth a little as he stared at the silent young man on the bed:

"Yes, yes, I said I wouldn't hurt him again...... Dead girl. ”

He still remembers the horror of being dragged into the barrier, dragged up to the treehouse, and violently thrown to the bedside.

His little girl is really not the gentle and cute little girl before.

He sniffled, and was so pitiful that he was about to cry. was glared at fiercely by Qianling, got honest again, and continued to be busy with the matter at hand.