Seeing that he looked at her with that very familiar and helpless look again, Qianling paused, as if she didn't know why, and as if she didn't mind, she continued very seriously:

"I went to ask Lan Feng before, hoping that he could help let Xiao Jiu go, although Lan Feng refused at the time, but later he still helped, and took the initiative to give me a rune stone ...... out of the canyon."

Qianling shook the enchantment rune stone tied to the small silver bell on her wrist:

"So kind, but not like him at all. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoSo, I guess......"

Raising her head, she looked at the black-haired young man in front of her who was quietly watching her, her clear amber eyes reflected the hazy morning light, and her voice was as soft as ice and snow:

"It's Satsuki who is helping me. ”

The breeze lingered, swirling and swept low from the green velvet grass with small white flowers, rolling up a faint fragrance.

The robes fluttered, and the robes flew up.

The dark red manzhu sawa is mysterious and charming, quietly spreading over the dark black robes.

Lan Yue stood quietly in the forest glade where light and shadow flickered, and her long inky hair poured like a waterfall, scattered around her waist with the wind. The long hair is dyed with a faint golden morning light, and the wisps dance lightly in the wind, deep and blurry like an inky rendering.

The thin and handsome figure was against the golden morning light, and a black robe was rolled up by the breeze, sprinkled with crystal light spots, as if he was wearing a bright neon dress.

The breeze rises, and the shadows of the trees tremble.

The entire forest is silent, and the shadows of the dark trees and the pouring golden sunlight intertwine and kiss, rendering a dazzling light and shadow.

The white dress was clean, with the breeze blowing, and a few small dandelions on the snow-white fur on the edge of the skirt quietly fell off, blown by the breeze, and rose leisurely over the forest like a light umbrella again.

The ancient trees are towering, and the shadows of the trees are blurred.

The two stood opposite each other, surrounded by the soft and warm golden morning light, close at hand, as if they were about to merge with the warm and bright honey-colored sunlight.

The eyelashes drooped lightly, the dark red eyes were magnificent and clear, and the golden morning light flowed, as if precipitating a touch of golden red morning glow.

He looked at the light in her eyes, slowly lowered his eyelashes, and his heart overflowed with warmth little by little.

Such gentle eyes, such soft tones......

Too familiar, yet too old.

The breeze swirled, the shadows of the trees swayed, and a few bird cries came from the sky above the forest.

Qianling raised her head, looked over the forest, and looked around again, as if she suddenly remembered something, and her amber eyes widened a little more vigilantly.

"Satsuki, you go quickly. There was a daylight here just now, and it's very unsafe, maybe there are angel guards hiding somewhere......"

He watched as she ran over and grabbed his robe, looking nervous like a vole looking around vigilantly......

A smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.

A few strands of chestnut hair curled around the head, swirling around like a nimble weather vane.

Qianling looked at the few golden rays of sunlight faintly sprinkled in the towering forests around her, and frowned slightly.

It's weird......

The daylight had clearly appeared just now, and it had appeared twice, but except for her and Xiao Yue, the other half of the figures could not be seen here.

A few strands of wary chestnut hair on the head swayed from side to side like naughty blades of grass in the wind, and were suddenly gently smoothed and smoothed by a fair, slender hand.

Warm temperatures came from overhead.

Qianling was stunned, turned around, and looked up at the young man who had been standing quietly behind her silently.

"Ling, don't be nervous. ”

He straightened the dishonest hair on her head, and his voice was faint:

"As you think, I'm not afraid of the Light. ”

She looked at the calm and indifferent in his eyes, not like he was joking...... frowned slightly:

"Aren't you afraid of the light, but you were burned just now......"

She still vividly remembered how the mist-thin white smoke had crept up from his cheeks.

Lan Yue looked at the worry in her eyes, slowly lowered her eyelashes, seemed to be thinking about something, and gently raised her left hand.

“…… Satsuki?"

Qianling looked at him and blinked, as if she didn't understand what he was doing.

The black hair is soft and long, and it hangs quietly on the side of the fair cheeks.

He looked down at the back of his left hand, and the index finger of his right hand lightly swiped the back of his hand.

A slender bloody mouth appeared on the back of the white hand, and blood gushed out along the wound in an instant.

"You ......"

Qianling was stunned, looked at his self-harming behavior in amazement, and rushed over in a panic to grab his hand:

"What are you doing......

Carefully grasping his left hand, she watched as the dark red blood continued to pour out of the wound on the back of her hand, and her eyes were slightly red.

The blood gushing out of the raging blood slowed down for a few moments, gradually pooling into a small stream, slowly trickling down the back of his hand, dripping silently into the dirt beneath his feet.

As the blood gradually flowed away, the scratched place on the back of the hand appeared in front of me.

The skin is fair, without any visible wounds.

It was as if the bloody wound was just an illusion, and the blood gushing out was nothing more than paint......

"Gone......?!"

Qianling looked at the back of his hand without half a wound, and grabbed his hand and turned it over without giving up, staring at it without blinking, and gradually became a little dumbfounded.

"My constitution is very special, whether it is the Holy Light or any other weapon, it can't leave a wound. ”

He looked at her sluggish appearance and explained softly.

"Can't leave a wound ......?"

Qianling slowly looked up at him and repeated it blankly.

He looked at her, reached out and rubbed her head, and a light smile appeared on his lips:

"So, don't worry. ”

Biting her lip slightly, she lowered her head, still holding his left hand tightly, looking at the faint stains of blood on the back of the hand, her fingers trembled slightly, and slowly touched the scratch just now:

"But...... Doesn't it hurt you?"

He was slightly stunned, slowly withdrew his hand, and did not speak.

"I'm asking you, doesn't it hurt if you stroke your hand like this?"

Qianling raised her head and stared at him without blinking, her voice suddenly raised a little, as if she was a little annoyed.

He watched her suddenly start a fire again, and paused: "It doesn't hurt." ”

"Don't lie. ”

Qianling watched him lower his eyelids to avoid her gaze, and there seemed to be a fire of anger in his heart with an inexplicable sense of anxiety:

"You're not afraid of the Light, and even if you get hurt, you won't leave a wound, but you still feel pain, right?"

He looked at the anxiety and worry in her eyes, was slightly stunned, and slowly lowered his head, noncommittal.

"Xiao Yue!" Qian Ling watched him silently, and once again anxiously stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve robe.

The black hair fell softly down to the waist, dyed with a faint golden morning light, blowing lightly in the wind.

He watched as she grabbed his robe as if she wanted to ask for an explanation, as if it wasn't his hand that was scratched, but hers.

"Ling ......"

He gazed quietly at her face, the earnest, annoyed amber eyes that stared at him unblinkingly, the tightly pursed lips, the hand that held him tightly......

Slowly lowering his eyelashes, his voice was soft, with a touch of gentleness:

"This kind of thing...... In this world, only you will care. ”