He only lowered his eyelashes slowly, his long hair rising in the wind, and a hazy mist in the long drizzle.

"Do you know that if your brother leaves Ellens one day, the first task he will receive, the first person he will kill......

"Who could it be?"

Qianling was stunned, staring at him blankly, and her cheeks suddenly faded blood.

"It's me. ”

His voice was cold, and there was no expression on his face, as if it was none of his business, and as if he was accustomed to it.

The slender jade-like fingers were slightly cool, still gently wiping the tears on her cheeks, and the movements were gentle like wiping some fragile porcelain bottle: "So ......"

But suddenly he was tightly held by a pair of hands and wrapped in the palm of the familiar warmth.

"Xiao Yue...... Qian Ling's eyes were red, and she pursed her lips, "I won't let Xiao Yu hurt you." ”

He looked at the firmness in her eyes, his eyes trembled slightly, but he didn't make a sound, and the corners of his lips only slowly curved a little.

It's like relief, but it's like bitterness.

"The portrait of Thousand Feathers has been sent to all of my Demon Clan's strongholds within Galandelle, and I will be informed as soon as he leaves Ellens. ”

His eyelashes drooped slightly, his crimson eyes were reflected in the rain, and the almond-shaped pupils in his crystal clear eyes were so clear.

"It's too dangerous for you to go to Galandelle alone. And with the power of one person, what year and month are you going to find?"

Qianling looked at him blankly, the corners of her mouth trembled, and her eyes gradually filled with mist again.

"The portrait ......? so ...... You haven't seen anyone for a few days...... That's what you're going to do?"

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, a little cramped to avoid her burning gaze:

"I've seen your brother too, you look alike, it's not difficult to draw it......"

Qianling whimpered and cried again, tears fell down in big drops, and the face that had just been wiped clean was crying messily again.

Lan Yue was stunned when she looked at her howling and crying, and her fingertips that had not been withdrawn were already drowned in warm tears.

"Don't cry...... Ling, stop crying. ”

He breathed tightly, his heart ached, and he took her into his arms and coaxed her, wrapped his arms and wings around her to warm her, and let her whimper sadly in his arms like a wronged child.

"The house at the bottom of the valley has always been left, and the tree house in the forest is also vacant, so you can live wherever you want. He hugged her and stroked her hair, his cold voice was close to his ears, and the drizzle silently ironed into his heart, "Leave the matter of Qianyu to me, I will find him and bring it to you, you just need to stay in a safe place and don't run around...... Okay?"

The rain seemed to be heavier, and it was pouring down my ears.

The whole body is wrapped in the warmth of melting, so warm that it quickly melts, so warm that I don't want to let go.

Fingers clenched the placket of his clothes, Qianling couldn't help shaking her head with tears on her face, looking up at him tremblingly, her voice hoarse and crying:

"No...... Yes...... Moon...... I can't always trouble you, trouble the demon clan, this is my own business, I have to solve it myself, I can't rely on you like a moth for the rest of my life......"

Knobby fingers gently rubbed her head, and Qianling looked at him with a snort, her eyes red like a rabbit.

"Just ......" his arms around his body slowly tightened, he slowly lowered his head, buried his cheek in her tear-drenched chestnut hair, and closed his eyes, "It's my reward...... Okay?"

The voice is hoarse.

Qianling was stunned, her nose was sour and a trembling teardrop slid down her cheeks, sliding over the corners of her lips to bring bitterness.

"Fool Satsuki...... "What do you have to repay me?"

Then...... She didn't treat him well at all. All day long, they would only tease him and bully him, dress him in women's clothes, raise him as a child, and cook burnt rice for him...... has never given the slightest bit of dignity and courtesy that a king deserves.

Lan Yue...... It's rare that you don't kill me, you don't drive me, you don't hate me, what else is there to repay......

The drizzle was falling.

The two hugged each other in the rain, his slender black wings spreading, like a canopy covering her head, blocking out all the rain and all the cold. Only each other's body temperature is left, it is the spring breeze, it is the stove, and it is the bond that is entangled and cannot be dissolved.

"You said you'd take me to the bottom of the valley for a snack...... his forehead pressed against each other, his long eyelashes misting and almost brushing her cheeks, "are you still talking?"

Qianling looked at his beautiful and delicate eyebrows and eyes reflected in the rain and mist, and there were tears on his face, but he suddenly burst into a smile.

"Didn't you go last time...... I finally got a snack, who made you disobedient have to run into the crowd to squeeze ......"

"You can leave me alone. He smiled softly.

"I don't care about you," Qianling glared with red eyes and blowing her beard, "Are you being squeezed by others......?"

I suddenly remembered the fireworks of the New Year that day, which lit up the sacred tree and the sky brilliantly.

The two people in the bustling crowd fell one after another, his long flowing hair, his scarf spreading, and the soft and warm touch between his lips......

Qianling's face was so red that her cheeks, which were still hanging with tears, were suddenly so hot that she could bake an egg, and she lowered her head in a panic and didn't dare to look at him again.

"You haven't answered me yet. The arms around the body tightened a little, the warm body temperature lingered all over the body, and his long hair was clear and soft, and the wisps brushed her skin, cool and itchy.

"Doesn't that count?"

The rain was dripping, and the beast was glowing blue in the skylight.

The fingers gripping the placket of his shirt slowly loosened, and a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, like a koala hugging him. She buried her cheek in his warm embrace and nodded vigorously:

"Count...... Count. ”

His body stiffened slightly, then slowly relaxed. The arms tightened little by little, as if to merge the body in her arms into herself, and the stretched black wings slowly spread out to her like a safe sail......

Like a ship that has gone afar sets sail.

"Let's get some sleep. Nuan Nuan's hand caressed her hair, and his cold and beautiful voice was in his ears, so quiet and clear in the drizzle, "I'll call you when I'm home." ”

It was warm and reassuring...... It's so warm that I'm sleepy, and I want to sleep with peace of mind......

Qianling's cheeks were still red and hot, she squinted her eyes slightly and nodded, holding his waist and pillowing on his chest dependently, closing her eyes.

No matter what...... Hug it and be full...... Tofu was eaten after eating...... It's Satsuki anyway...... She is used to eating......

In the past, when I got along with other boys in Elenis, I always felt a little awkward and couldn't let go, even if it was Linchuan, it was more or less a little. Can hold the small moon...... No matter how many times you hug it, it feels natural......

In the past, she must have never dreamed that one day she would be able to eat the tofu of the natural enemy demon......?

Qianling blinked, her eyelashes still stained with tears, but she laughed stupidly, and rubbed her cheek into his warm embrace a little.

Lan Yue looked down at the guy who was eager to hang on his hands and feet, and he was still crying profusely, now he was already like a coocated kitten, obediently and meekly put away his paws.

"Gone. He smiled and picked up the whole thing in his arms, the wind lifted the robe and flew, and the stretched wings fluttered softly from the wind and rain—

Feeling his body rise in the air, through the rain to the sky, Qianling hugged his waist tightly and did not dare to let go, the hair that was wantonly raised by the strong wind revealed the face that still had tear stains, and the eyes were open and closed, looking down.

The green hills and tall orc statues were hidden in the rain and mist, and gradually faded away, turning into a fog.

Qianling simply withdrew her gaze and didn't look at it anymore, yawned lazily, comfortably leaned her cheek against his neck, and let the wind blow his long hair across her cheeks, cool and itchy.

I'm home.