As the morning sun rose, a few rays of hazy and soft sunlight shone from the leaves of the turquoise sacred tree, the slender and wide leaves bathed in warm sunlight, and the edges were gilded with a touch of gold. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The slender and thick branches of the sacred tree stretched out like an orbit in the air, sprinkled with swaying light and shadow, trembling with the wind.

Two young men dressed in similar black robes stood on the branches of the sacred tree, bathed in mottled shadows and golden flecks of golden light, large and small.

The breeze is like a stream of water, shuttling through the canopy of the sacred tree that is as vast as the turquoise starry sky, rolling up the wide leaves of the sacred tree, gently swaying and making a "rustling" sound.

Deep purple hair hangs down from the ears and blows in the wind.

Lan Feng looked at the black-haired boy beside him, frowning slightly, and his eyes showed a little hesitation and worry.

"Brother, have you really decided? It's just an experiment with armor, you don't need to ...... it yourself."

The breeze is clear, and the shadows of the trees are blurred.

The supple black hair reaches down to the waist, rendering a deep inky color that flutters on the waist in the wind.

The long and slender eyelashes drooped low, Lan Yue looked at the swaying emerald leaves in front of her, and her voice was faint:

"No one is better suited than me. You know that, don't you?"

Lan Feng looked at him, paused, frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something but stopped talking, and slowly lowered his eyelids.

The swaying shadows of the trees are mottled and blurred, the green leaves are swept in the wind, and the fresh smell fills the nose.

Ban Yu,

He nodded slowly.

"Indeed," said a soft voice, "if you had come in person, brother, we would have been able to obtain more and more intuitive perceptions and information, and the results that could be achieved by the experiment would have been completely different." ”

There was a pause.

"Just ......"

The breeze lifted the soft black hair in front of the forehead, and the hair was bathed in a pale golden color of the sun, hazy and blurred.

The eyelashes droop lightly, and the white side face is covered in the golden sunlight, as if it were transparent. Lan Yue slowly turned her face sideways, looked at Lan Feng, who suddenly fell into silence beside her, and her voice was calm and unwavering:

"Let's start preparing, ...... in a few days"

"Lan Feng—" The vague shout was slightly urgent, coming from the direction of the study that was sprinkled with mottled shadows on the branches of the Shenmu tree not far away.

The air quietly rippled in a circle of transparent ripples.

Silver bells.

The girl was dressed in a knee-length white dress, like a white swimming fish scurrying around, emerging from the ripples.

Her feet had just stepped out of the ripples, and she had not yet stepped on the staggered slope, she opened a pair of eyes and looked around eagerly as if she was looking for something, and her eyes touched the young man with short dark purple hair not far away, and her eyes suddenly lit up, and she ran straight towards this side.

"Lan Feng, it's really rare that you actually ran outside the study, I have something to think about......"

The footsteps suddenly paused, and the voice stopped abruptly.

Chestnut hair falls over his shoulders and is slightly messy from running too quickly.

Qian Ling stood on the branch of the divine tree with swaying spots, and her eyes touched the young man who was standing quietly beside Lan Feng, and her pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

The breeze rose, the mottled shadows of the trees swept with the wind, and the rustling sound of thousands of sacred tree leaves rolling and flying with the wind was in my ears.

The black robe is breeze.

The young man stood quietly among the shadows of the trees not far away, his black hair hanging down his waist like a waterfall, quietly rolled up by the breeze, bathed in the hazy and transparent sunlight, and fluttering gently.

Hearing the movement, he raised his eyes to look at the source of the sound, his expressionless face suddenly fluctuated, and his pupils shrank slightly.

The line of sight is opposite.

Qianling was stunned for a moment, looked away a little unnaturally, and slowly looked down at her toes. As if nothing happened, his hands clenched a little uneasily.

As if he heard someone calling his name, Lan Feng followed the voice and looked over, and his expression changed slightly.

He looked at the girl not far away who suddenly froze there and no longer got closer, and then turned his face sideways to look at the black-haired boy beside him who suddenly fell silent, and his eyes were thoughtful, but he didn't speak.

The long hair is lightly brushed, and the black robe is fluttering.

Her red eyes were blood-colored, and she was caught in the warm golden sunlight.

He looked at her quietly, his red eyes flowing with a hazy and soft golden red brilliance, magnificent and charming, warm and bright, as if precipitating a touch of golden red morning light.

One second, two seconds.

Feeling the oncoming gaze that never looked away, Qianling lowered her head and gradually felt a little numb.

Neither is it advancing or retreating.

In this case, it seems that it should still be ...... Say hello?

Pursing her lips, she slowly raised her face and hesitated to speak:

"Little ......"

The long eyelashes fluttered with a few bits of golden sunlight and slowly drooped.

The black hair fell softly to his chest, he quietly withdrew his gaze, turned his face sideways and whispered something to Lan Feng, and the black wings behind him quietly stretched out, like a black shadow, quietly dissolving between the mottled shadows of the trees.

Qianling was slightly stunned, closed her mouth and swallowed back the last word.

The slender branches of the sacred tree are clustered among the leaves of the emerald sacred tree that are swept in the wind in all directions, and the large and small crystal light spots are shining and shining, like shining stars all over the ground.

Lan Feng stood on the branch of the Divine Tree with light and shadow, looked at her in a daze, and said in a faint voice: "Today's speed is good." Did you buy everything I wanted?"

Qianling was stunned, as if she had come back to her senses, a pair of amber eyes widened, and she hurriedly ran towards him:

"Lan Feng, you can help!"

Lan Feng looked at her anxious look, and then looked at the empty hands:

"What about the things you bought?"

"I bought the things, but I haven't brought them to the study yet," Qianling looked at him, a little eager, "Listen to me first, do you have an impression of the giant horned demon who escaped from the beast taming field last time?"

Lan Feng glanced at her a few times, and his eyes revealed a little understanding:

"You've gone to the Zoo?"

Qianling didn't answer, just looked at him very seriously, and there was a bit of pleading in her eyes:

"Although the giant horned demon escaped from the beast arena without permission and injured people, in fact, those people were not seriously injured. And that giant horned demon is just a cub, although it has made mistakes, it is not unforgivable, you can see if you can ......"

"What to do with it is a matter of the beast taming field, and it has nothing to do with me. The voice was faint.

Qianling looked at him and walked towards the study with a look of indifference, and hurriedly followed:

"But if you show up, the Beast Trainer will definitely let it go. ”

"So what, it's just a giant horned demon, and what does it matter to me whether it lives or dies. ”

Lifting the white bead curtain hanging at the door, Lan Feng walked straight towards the study, his voice faintly understated.

Qianling was stunned for a moment, and also reached out to open the bead curtains, and took a few steps forward to follow him closely.

"But ......"

"Alright. His voice was faintly impatient.

With the light breeze of the black robe, Lan Feng slowly sat down on the carved wooden chair by the window, stretched out his hand to the top of the bookshelf, and a small ripple suddenly quietly swung away from the front of the bookshelf, and a heavy book appeared in his hand in an instant:

"Go get the stuff. If I find you hanging out during working hours, I won't have to come back. ”

Qianling stood in front of the table, watching him take a sip of tea from the teacup with one hand, and open the thick book with the other hand to enter the "work mode", and wanted to open his mouth with some reluctance, looking at Lan Feng's expressionless face, and slowly swallowed back.

Half a day.

The study was quiet, and the wisps of incense quietly rose.

Qianling lowered her head and bit her lip gently, and a touch of gloom gradually flowed from the bottom of her eyes.

I'm sorry......

I tried my best.

Slowly spreading out his palm, his fingers gently poked the gray rune stone in his palm.

The air twisted and rippled, quietly opening up a circle of transparent ripples.

The incense is like a thread, and it rises.

Lan Feng raised his eyes, glanced lightly in the direction she disappeared, retracted his gaze again expressionlessly, and slowly turned the page of the thick book in his hand.