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The long hair was as black as inky jade, smeared with the soft golden red luster of the morning sun, fluttering with the breeze.

Reflecting the fiery morning light in the sky, the young man was bathed in the scorching morning light, as if he was wearing a splendid neon coat and feathers, slowly descending from the vast sky.

The red eyes were shining with clear sunlight, glowing with a crystal golden red light.

The long hair is fluttering, and the soft black fox fur is embellished on the neck and shoulders, lining the young man's fair and delicate face.

A black robe smeared with the golden red morning light danced in the wind, as if condensing the deepest and most chaotic dark night. The enchanting dark red manzhu sawa quietly bloomed from the dark robe, mysterious and noble and poignant.

The grove was bathed in a hazy morning light, the light and shadows trembled, and the ground danced with flecks of crystalline light. The black robe fell silently, the long black membranous wings quietly retracted, and the boy quietly landed in front of the girl in front of the woods.

Far from each other.

Once, it was his most familiar figure.

Lan Yue quietly stared at the girl in front of him who was staring at him motionlessly, her eyes trembling slightly.

Quietly flowing from the bottom of my heart is the familiar and unfamiliar emotion called longing. A silent and silent heart lake gradually loosened and cracked, overflowing with a trace of joy, a trace of nostalgia, and a trace of sadness.

How long has it been since I looked at you face-to-face like this?

Wing......

The breeze is blowing, the light and shadow between the groves are trembling, and the leaves are fluttering, quietly flying and fluttering.

Chestnut hair falls softly down the neck and flutters gently in the breeze.

Qianling stood among the fallen leaves flying in the sky, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar young man in front of her, standing motionless.

The morning light is blurred, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

There was silence among the groves.

The two stood opposite each other, but remained silent. It's so close, but it's so far away that it's untouchable.

With a twitch of his lips, he hesitated to step forward, but when he looked up, he saw her staggering towards him.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked at her figure getting closer and closer, his hands clenched unconsciously, revealing a trace of imperceptible uneasiness and nervousness.

Light and shadow are intertwined, and the shadows of the trees are mottled.

His blood-stained hand gently grabbed his black robe, and he lowered his head to stare deeply at the girl in front of him, his dark red eyes trembling slightly.

Qianling stood in front of him, looking up at him blankly, her face stained with blood was dusty, and a pair of amber eyes faintly revealed a glimmer of light in the hollow dead silence.

"Save ...... Save her, save her......"

Pulling his robe tightly, like a man in the water grasping the last straw. She looked at him anxiously, muttering hoarsely.

The hand holding his sleeve robe trembled slightly, her eyes were empty, but tears were rolling down one after another, and her cheeks were already a sea of water.

A throbbing pain swept through his heart, and he slowly reached out to touch her bloodstained and tear-stained face.

Muttering in his mouth, his voice gradually weakened, and Qianling's body shook slightly, and she suddenly fell weakly and weakly forward.

"Ling!"

Lan Yue stepped forward in panic to catch her fallen body.

Chestnut hair hung softly down on his shoulders, his cheeks were gray and faintly showing a few traces of blood, and his knee-high white skirt was stained with a few blades of grass, mottled with blood.

"Lisan...... Lisan ...... Save ......"

Qianling collapsed in his arms, his tired face dappled with tears, and his blood-stained hands clutched his sleeve robe. His consciousness was already blurred, but he still kept muttering to himself.

His hand trembled slightly, gently caressing the familiar face. Lan Yue's eyes trembled, overflowing with pain.

Such a scene is so familiar.

On the execution table a few months ago, she was tied to the ice jade cross in the storm, and she was also dying like this, completely unconscious. Now, in just a few months, it has ...... again

The golden light is in full bloom, and the brilliance is scorching!

The countless angel guards who were swept away by the sudden wind got up from the ground in shock, covering their injuries in shock, and the moment they came back to their senses, their wings suddenly spread and swarmed in, and the inner and outer three layers surrounded this forest!

The golden arrows flowed brightly, and the bows and arrows in the hands of countless angel guards were opened, and thousands of brilliant golden arrows aimed at the black-robed young man in the woods from all directions.

"Damn, why did another demon pop up?!"

Cursing in a low voice, the tall and strong man at the front of the crowd, who was the captain, slowly pulled out a scorching golden sword from his waist and aimed it directly at the young man surrounded by the group.

The morning light is clear and misty, and the black hair is bathed in soft sunlight and brushes around the waist.

The boy slowly turned around with the dying girl in his arms.

Long hair flutters, and clothes fly. Under the soft ink fox fur, the delicate and delicate face is even fairer and more beautiful.

The angel guards around him looked at him stunned, and the bow and arrow in his hand tightened hard, aiming straight at the young man's chest, ready to attack.

The boy looked weak, his face expressionless, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking. It's just that the aura faintly emanating from the body is so cold and cold, that people don't feel that the cold hair stands up.

The air was faintly tight, and a dangerous aura was quietly brewing.

The tall and strong man in front of the crowd looked at the young man's delicate and beautiful face, and then at the broken and broken golden arrows all over the ground, as if he was wondering what he was thinking, and his eyes suddenly trembled violently:

"You...... Are you ......!"

The dark red eyes were full of color, and the blood-colored flowers bloomed from the depths of those pupils in an instant!

The air flow swirled and breathed, and the wind seemed to rise from the ground, roaring and roaring, and in an instant, the boy was the center and whistled out in all directions!

The surging air currents swung out in all directions in an instant!

The wind roared, and the surrounding trees were violently impacted in an instant, and the body of the tree trembled violently, cracks appeared, and the bark cracked and shattered!

Ahh

Screams erupted!

The golden armor was shattered in an instant, and all the angel guards were swept away by the wind in an instant, the blood mist rose all over their bodies, and the bows and arrows in their hands were broken and shattered in an instant!

The wind is a raging torrent that destroys everything around it in an instant! Trees are uprooted and fall to the ground with a loud noise! Leaves fall and fly all over the sky, and in an instant they are crushed by the howling wind!

"It's the 'moon god'...... It's the 'Luna'! Run—"

Panicked shouts came from all directions, and the countless angelic guards who had been swept away by the wind and fell to the ground, blood gushing out, looked in the direction of the woods in horror, threw down their broken bows and arrows, and stumbled and fled in all directions!

With long hair fluttering and black robes flying, Lan Yue stood quietly in the forest with dancing leaves, her expressionless face seemed to be covered with a layer of cold frost.

The on-call wind demons swirled around him, fizzling restlessly, biting and licking each other, ready to attack.

A small voice came from his arms.

He looked down at the sleeping face of the girl in his arms. Qianling leaned weakly on his chest, frowning slightly, her hands tightly gripping the hem of his clothes, and a faint tear flashed in the corner of her eyes.

Raising his eyes to look at the angelic guards who were fleeing in all directions, the blood in his eyes silently dissipated, and the wind demons circulating around him hissed and dissipated into a shallow torrent.

As if twilight was falling, the pitch-black clouds spread from the sky at a visible speed, the black wings stretched, and dense black shadows suddenly descended from the sky!

"Demonic ...... Demons!!"

The group of angel guards who had just fled from the grove looked blankly at the dense black figures in the rosy sky, and suddenly turned around and ran away again.

The membranous wings stretched, and the pitch-black tail spikes swept rapidly through the air, and from time to time a dazzling daytime holy light faintly appeared, but it quickly quietly extinguished without a single point of brilliance.

The screams suddenly erupted, and the sound of the sharp tail thorns tearing through the flesh was mixed with the sound of countless people running and shouting, which was intertwined into a dense patch.

In the corpse-strewn field, the surviving orcs curled up and hid in the ruined houses in horror, watching the angelic guards fight with the black-clothed man who fell from the sky, and hugged each other in fright and cried out.

Blood splattered, golden arrows snapped, and white feathers stained with blood, shattered and fell.

In just a few minutes, the field was already densely packed with black-clothed demon guards, and the bound angel guards knelt on the ground, struggling and writhing for their lives but to no avail.

In front of the black-pressed demon crowd, several men dressed in black and looking like leaders spread their wings and landed in front of the woods, respectfully saluting the young man in the woods:

"Lord Lan Yue, I'm sorry we're late! Your speed is too fast, we tried our best but we couldn't keep up......"

Lan Yue looked at the angel guards who were struggling on their knees with their hands and wings tied, turned around expressionlessly, and walked towards the depths of the woods with the girl in her arms in her arms.

"Lord Lanyue, what should we do with these angel guards?"

Seeing that he had not given any further instructions, the men in black stepped forward and asked respectfully.

The whole field was silent and solemn.

Whether it was the black-clad demons standing respectfully, the shivering and struggling angel guards bound all over their bodies, or the orc people hiding to the side and quietly looking around, they all looked in the direction of the woods, waiting for the young man to give his final order.

The footsteps slowly stopped.

The black hair hung softly down on the shoulders and fluttered quietly in the breeze.

The boy stood quietly among the trees with flying leaves, looking down at the bloodstained face of the girl in his arms, and the slender bloody mouth on his arm.

His brows furrowed slightly, and the blood in his eyes grew thicker.

The voice was clear, low but extremely clear, with a touch of cold cruelty to the bone:

“...... Not a single one is left. ”