The restraints were lifted, and the Qianling Moth pounced on the pillar of light again like a fire, and was unexpectedly bounced back, rolling to the ground and scorching with the smell of electricity shuttling all over his body!

A shadow fell in front of "Xiaoling ......", she struggled to look up, and saw the clear eyes of the blonde boy, which were full of familiar worries and regrets. I remember the long past, every time and every time, I also looked at her with such eyes, so familiar that it was carved into the bone marrow, but it was in another pair of demonic red pupils.

"Mirror, mirror ......" The trembling fingertips were stained with blood, and he grabbed the young man's pure white robe. Hot tears fell from Qianling's eyes, and she begged bitterly, "You save Xiaoyue...... Will you save him?"

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, it's my greed, it's me who isn't content, it's none of his business...... Can you take my life and let him go?" Please, please, please......"

She fell to the ground crying and kowtowed desperately, her fingers clutching the corner of the young man's white robe, as if grasping the last straw -

It has never been so humble.

So on the entire Rose Sky Feather Terrace, everyone watched the girl kneel on the ground and kowtow to the blonde-haired and white-robed Holy Angel, until blood flowed.

Qingxue looked at her, her cheeks faded from blood in a trance, and she slowly raised her eyelashes to look at the demon boy who couldn't move under the electric light flow inside the pillar of light, and her throat was suddenly sour and she couldn't make a sound.

Liang Jiu slowly lifted the girl up with both hands, blonde hair hanging down from his chest, and those clear and clear eyes flushed. He slowly put his hand over her bloody forehead, and the warm light of the laurel spread from his fingertips, healing the wound bit by bit.

Qianling just stared blankly, her fingers still tightly clutching his white robe, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

"Xiaoling, I promise...... You'll be safe from now on. His long eyelashes slowly drooped, and he said in a dumb voice, "But ...... It's just for you, I'm sorry. ”

"He's not a wicked person!" she cried and shook her head vigorously, "He never deliberately targeted Ellens, the Angels, he just wanted to live, the Demon Clan just wanted to survive! He was very kind, he had been protecting his people, he had been resisting bullying, he was not what you thought he was......! The moon god is not a demon, he is a true hero-"

Xuan Lao's cold and sarcastic gaze swept over, and instead of being angry, he laughed: "Hero? ”

The little girl spoke wildly, and it seems that she has been brainwashed a lot. It's okay, polish your eyes today and take a good look at the so-called heroes in your mouth...... How did he become a prisoner, how he was ruined and died without a place to be buried. ”

"Oh no, he won't die," he paused, raising an eyebrow, "The immortal body is an excellent experimental material, no matter how you cut the flesh and dissect the bones with a sword instrument, that body can heal perfectly." Not only will the Moon God not die, but he will also spend his life in the Spiral Tower Laboratory, spending every moment in the excruciating pain of flesh and bones......"

"Just like your brother. ”

Qianling was stunned, the whole person began to tremble, and a terrible cry suddenly came out of her mouth and was about to rush towards Xuan Lao, but Qingxue Mirror hurriedly grabbed her wrist and hugged her back into her arms.

"Want to kill me?" Xuan Lao looked at the sealing collar around the girl's neck, "The powerful seal forged by the blood of the Longguan Beast, even if it is a four-leaf clover, don't want to get through it easily." If you want to kill me and fight with me, you will have a chance in the future, but the premise is that you have to live first. Got it, little girl. ”

Qianling struggled and cried a few times, slowly fell down weakly, and slumped on Qingxuejing's chest and let him hug her a little bit, and the pair of snow-white and soft wings also gently wrapped around, protecting her in the soft feathers.

"Little Feather ......"

The vision was stuck, the world became blurred, she pillowed on his snow-white warm feathers, and only heard his very soft voice, so light that she was the only one in the world who could hear it clearly.

"I don't know how you ended up in the Demon Clan, how you got to know the moon god, and what happened in between...... I don't know, and I don't care. You are orcs, or as they say...... I don't care if it's an angel or not. ”

Fair, warm fingers caressed the wound on her forehead, and the hazy light of the laurel illuminated the young man's white wings.

Qianling's eyes trembled, and then she slowly raised her head and stared blankly at his face.

"Xiaoling ......" slowly hugged her tightly with both hands, his long light gold hair was scattered in the wind, his clear and clear eyes were crystal clear, and he said softly and sourly word by word, "Don't be afraid, from now on, I will protect you." No matter what has happened, if you want to, the Laurel Palace will be your new home. As for your brother, I will go and ask the teacher to reunite your sister and brother. ”

"If you don't want to stay in Ellens, we can go somewhere else, we can go back to the Randy Valley, back to the slopes of the Lily of the Valley. As long as you want...... There are no laurel angels in the world, only snow mirrors. I will accompany you to protect you, and I will never break my word in this life and this life. ”

Qianling was stunned.

The strange sensation spread from the hundreds of bones of his limbs, and finally merged into hot tears, which dripped down and moistened his pure white feathers.

The defendant is in vain?

This is...... For the first time in my life...... Confessed by a boy?

By...... Laurel Angel Snow Clearing Mirror...... Confessed ......?

Qianling looked at the person in front of him blankly, tears couldn't stop falling from the corners of her eyes, and her chest was restless with indescribable emotions, only looking at his fair and handsome face stupidly, like a glowing white god, so beautiful that it could not be described in words.

That's it...... This man is her faith.

It is the deepest, deepest secret she hides in her heart.

Qianling was in a trance and remembered the years of her childhood, the angel boy who fell from the sky in the rose garden, the night when she sat on the roof and looked up at the laurel tree, the handsome and upright boy on the slope of Lily of the Valley, the glutinous rice dumplings and his blushing cheeks, the hands holding her in the ruins of the mountain god, his singing voice that was brighter than the moonlight, and the song "White Sparrow" that they sang together......

Tears were hot, sliding down his cheeks, sliding down his chin, wetting his clothes.

Qianling burst into tears, and finally cried uncontrollably.

It seems to be a big dream, spanning the vast time and years, and finally resisting the time when the dream wakes up.

Blurred by tears, the young man's eyebrows couldn't be seen really, and he turned out to be a different face in a trance.

Fragments rushed through my mind, the smoke that swept through the canopy of Galendelle, the craters of the sea of corpses and blood, the delicate and fragile boy sleeping among the overlapping charred bones, pausing time.

Qianling was stunned, tears still hung from the corners of her eyes, and her breathing suddenly tightened, and she slowly turned her face away, crossed the snow-white wings around her body, and looked at the lightning and thunder inside the twelve pillars of light.

The remnant sun was like blood, the thunder and lightning of red gold shuttled, and the long hair blew up in the ashes and the evening breeze, and the blood stains had evaporated.

Through the thunder and lightning, through the holy light, everything is blurred, his long hair is scattered on his body, every inch of skin is hot white smoke, it is still the beautiful face that is morbidly pale in his memory, it is still such a quiet, indisputable eyes, as if it is not he who is burned, it is not he who suffers, as always, the eyes that have precipitated time and emotion, all the complexity fades away, leaving the clear sorrow, and the final death......

Relief.