The mother and daughter both looked stupid and looked at each other again.

"Mother, shall we save Brother Swan?" the little girl pouted worriedly, tugging at the corner of her mother's coat, "he will drown." ”

The mother hesitated for a long time, looked around again, and her eyes fell back on the fragile and harmless boy in the lake, and then looked at the hopeful eyes of her daughter in her arms:

"It's an angel, not a swan. In this way, Mom will save him first, and Xiaoya will go to the clan to find Dad and the rest of the clan, and after everyone discusses it together, then decide what to do, okay?"

The little girl nodded vigorously with crooked eyebrows and eyes: "Okay!"

"What are you kidding!" The strong man at the round table suddenly got up and lowered his voice, "Little girl, don't mess around! Our demon clan and angels have always been incompatible, and we can't kill enough to kill, and if we can't go crazy, we still have to save them? Quickly retreat!"

"But Daddy ......"

"No more nonsense!"

The little girl pursed her lips aggrievedly, and the strong man sat back on the round table chair, his serious expression swept away, scratching the back of his head and nodding to the young man in the black robe on the other side of the round table.

"The child is not sensible, please also ask Lord Moon Haihan! It just so happened when you came, we definitely don't have the idea of helping the angels......"

"Yes, yes, they are all soft-hearted and self-assertive women and girls, who don't understand the overall situation, we will definitely teach them well in the future, you must not worry about them......"

The elders of the round table echoed and showed their loyalty.

Lan Yue's long ink-like hair hung down the ink fox fur on her shoulders, the red tassels were noble and gorgeous, her long eyelashes were raised, and her scarlet gaze fell on the little girl with a worried and aggrieved face on the side of the table:

"Blonde...... The wounded angel in white?"

The little girl tilted her head to look at him and nodded, her red eyes shining.

Another beautiful big brother.

The people at the table headed by the strong man were all squeezing their eyes at her, probably thinking that it was rare for the adult to ask a question in person, and such a reply was not sincere and pious enough.

The young man got up on his own contrary to everyone's expectations, and walked straight to the door with his robe fluttering under the astonished gaze of everyone:

"Lead the way. ”

In a moment, the sky was covered with rain.

Xingling Lake is in the rain and mist, and the waterfall is overflowing with the fragrance of flowers.

The drenched angel boy was lying by the lake, covered in flesh and blood, covered in scars and scars. His wet hair stuck to his bloodstained face, his eyelashes fluttering, and his last breath was left in severe condition.

Under the nervous gaze of the demon clansmen, Lan Yue stood in the drizzle, silently watching the blonde boy in the grass by the lake. The long eyelashes are lowered, there is no emotion on the face, the cold eyes reflect the flying rain and mist, and the scarlet demon is like a flower of hell in full bloom.

When Qianling got the news from Lie's ghost, her hand holding the porridge bowl and the spoon on her fingertips shook at the same time.

"Sister?" Qian Yu watched her put down the porridge bowl, rubbed his head apologetically, and hurried out of the door, staring at the direction where she disappeared for a long time.

"Uncle Lie, where is my sister going, what happened?"

Lie Jiying looked expected, unhurriedly took the porridge bowl, sat on the edge of the bed while stirring, and mysteriously lowered his voice:

"Want to know?"

He nodded with wide, clear eyes.

Lie Ghost looked around and made sure that someone was gone, so he moved to Qianyu:

"It's a long story, the ex-boyfriend and the current boyfriend got together, the sky thundered and the earth fired, in a word...... Something big is going to happen!"

"Huh?" Qian Yu's eyes widened in surprise, and there was a light of adoration and worry in her pupils, "Does my sister have an ex-boyfriend?

"Tsk, it's a twist and turn, wait for me to tell you slowly, and talk while eating. You don't know, the first time I met your sister......"

After a long and high-minded conversation, Qian Yu interjected halfway.

"Uncle Lie, hello gossip, my sister knows that I'm going to beat you again. ”

“…… Do you still want to hear it?"

Galandelle's summer drizzle lasts for days, the green hills wash green, the streams flow through the fields, and the wet wildflowers along the banks sway in the wind.

Near the demon stronghold in the heart of the Galandel Plains, the Enchantment Ring is hidden in the mountains and forests. Looking from the top of the mountain, through the misty rain and mist, you can see the Xingling Lake inlaid with jasper in the distance, and the waterfall flows straight to the clouds.

When Qianling slowly pushed the old wooden door open, a blonde boy fell asleep by the window filled with warm sunlight.

The wind stirred his short golden hair, the scars on his face and neck plastered on his neck were clearly visible, the sunlight cut into a hazy halo sprinkled over the white futon, and the soft wings that were also full of scars were gathered under the futon, rising and falling with the light breathing.

Qianling stood there for a long time, reaching out to tuck the futon for him, but finally withdrew her hand, turned around and walked out of the room, and gently closed the door.

"Ma'am. The demon clansman guarding the door saluted her respectfully, and then handed over a glass bottle in his hand, "This is from this person, Lord Luna said, I will hand it to you when you come." ”

Qianling looked at the four-leaf clover floating in the bottle for a long time, and slowly lowered her eyelashes:

"Where is he?"

The sky and the earth are vast, and the rain line connects the sea of clouds with the field. The barrier was not obvious in the sky, the mountains were lush with vegetation, and the wind from the sky carried the rain more and more powerfully, disturbing the flying dandelions, and also lifting the young man's wanton black hair and robes.

The sound of his wings closing came from behind, and the breath of wind and rain was disturbed, and he didn't look back, letting his waist be tightly held from behind.

"Coming?"

The crisp voice added to the magnetism of the rain, and his long hair fell to his waist, and when he turned around, a wisp of drizzle blew up.

She buried herself in his back, stubbornly silent, and the arm around his waist tightened a little.

He stopped talking, his long hair falling and bowing his head slightly, holding the girl's small fist around his waist and abdomen.

Wrapped in warmth, Qianling's sourness finally broke through, and she spoke in a hoarse voice:

"You saved ...... mirror?"

He didn't look back, his hair brushing against her cheeks, cool and itchy.

"It was discovered by a young child in the clan. ”

"But without your acquiescence, who would dare to save him?"

He didn't say anything more, his long hair scattered in the wind, smeared with the wet rain mist.

Qianling sniffed with sour eyes, stretched out her hand to pull him over, met the young man's red eyes, and asked again:

"Why?"

Lan Yue's eyelashes drooped, staring at her for a long time.

"You're sad when he's dead. ”

Qianling was stunned, staring at him blankly, and after a long time, her pupils trembled, and her eyes were filled with damp mist, turning into two lines and sliding down her cheeks, choking and unable to speak.

There was a pain in his eyes, he reached out and gently took her into his arms, his slender fingers slowly rubbed the girl's hair comfortingly, and lowered his head to kiss away the tears.

Qianling raised her hand to wrap her neck around him, kissed him and pressed him tightly, crying and biting, but she only sobbed gently, and she bit hard.

"Fool's ......"

The hand around his neck tightened, she cried and laughed slowly, leaned against his forehead and pecked the corner of his lips, her tearful face was crying and laughing, her eyes were full of warm and touching light, and the big fool who hugged her kissed and gnawed.

"Fool Satsuki. ”

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