There are all kinds of rumors, as for who is the third party, who intervenes halfway, who steps on two boats, and even the child is born, whose child is the child, who wears a hat, the various versions of the rumors are not the same.

Therefore, despite the hatred and fear of demons, this indecent love triangle between the demon leader, the holy angel and the prisoner swept through the whole of Ellenith at a stormy speed, and became a gossip secret by word of mouth.

Therefore, the popularity of the Laurel Angel Snow Clearing Mirror has increased among the people, and it still ranks first among thousands of young girls' dream lovers, and it is not affected by the negative impact of the previous defection and the stripping of the Holy Angel Badge of the Temple.

People felt sorry for him that he had been robbed of his beloved by the enemy, and stacks of gifts and letters were piled up in a mountain to send them, and the Laurel Palace could not be sent to them, and later they were sent to the medical center. Qingxue Mirror naturally did not accept it, and as for the large number of bright pink pornographic books in the gifts and consolation letters, it really made people cry and laugh.

Later, due to the daily overcrowding of the Mingsu District Medical Center, many real patients could not be treated in time, Qingxue Jing took the initiative to apply for transfer out of his jurisdiction, and secretly changed the medical center in the jurisdiction of Rosenbay......

Therefore, from the third month after leaving the Laurel Palace to devote himself to the medical career, he was forced to start an unstable life of shuttling between the medical centers of various districts, so that he could take care of the medical affairs of the entire Ellens, and would not cause a burden and trouble to any district.

"You said that if you also rebelled one day, will these nymphomaniac crazy women follow you to rebel?"

Rosenbay teased him with a hippie smile.

It rained heavily in the summer for a few days, and the foggy streets were foggy, and it was difficult to stretch even the wings. Most people with wet feathers do not like to go out on rainy days, except for major festivals, and there are always few sparse people on the streets during the rainy season.

Qingxue Jing's blonde hair was tied behind his head, and he took off his pure white gloves and took off his mask, breathing a sigh of relief.

The dim lights on the top of the narrow aisles flickered, and the sallow patients on the pavement leaned against small stools or dirty corners, and the intermittent and weak coughing and wheezing added an eerie touch to the twilight.

It was getting late, and the entire corridor was crowded with people inside and outside the entire medical center, only the doctor on duty, and a large number of poor patients who were seriously ill but could not afford to live in the ward.

Qingxue frowned lightly and walked all the way through the corridor, her fingertips untied her hairbands, her long hair flowing down like the sun, and her snow-white wings and robes were incompatible with the atmosphere of the entire dirty and dazed medical center.

It was the poorest and dirtiest precinct he had seen in three months. It is unbelievable that there is such a destitute place in the whole of Ellens. It's been a while since he's been here, but no one recognizes him.

But it's good that you don't get special treatment and avoid a lot of trouble.

From the doctor to the patient, there was a new intern recently, a clean and beautiful young man, who was busy all day long, taking care of the poor elderly who were terminally ill and no one wanted to take care of them.

Qing Xuejing only smiled politely and politely, and while busy with the affairs of the medical center, he was preparing to submit applications for medical equipment and medicines, but he put it on hold because there were too many patients and he was too busy.

Walking out of the medical center, the rain line was all over the sky at dusk, and there were ripples everywhere.

The streets were almost empty, and the light of the streetlights was dimmed in the rain. Qingxue Jing, dressed in plain white casual clothes, opened his umbrella and was about to step into the rain, when he swept several figures around the corner of the medical center, carrying a cloth bag more than one person long through the heavy rain.

Presumably the body was transported to the morgue.

In this area with extremely poor medical resources, it is not surprising.

His eyelashes drooped and he pursed his lips. I thought that tonight I would have to prepare the application order and submit it to the teacher for approval, and the equipment and medicines would be approved a day earlier, which would also alleviate the embarrassing situation here.

Through the foggy heavy rain, the cloth bags carried by those people in the afterglow suddenly moved slightly, and the tightly tied mouth of the bag arched to reveal a section of blood-stained ......

strips.

Thin and long, like the tail of some kind of animal.

It was blurry and clear in the heavy rain.

Qingxue Mirror's footsteps were stunned and stood in place for a long time. The sound of rain in my ears was repeated, and the burned dry bones in Tianshui District (see Chapter 477 Arson Case for details) and the incredible white tailbone on the corpse suddenly flashed in my mind......

Until the figures disappeared into the heavy rain carrying the cloth bags, he frowned, quietly put away his umbrella, and looked around, his wings stretched out in place to dissipate into the rain.

“…… It's really heavy......"

"How many more?"

"This is the last one, and it's done. ”

Along the steps all the way down, the sound of heavy rain is getting farther and farther away, the dark underground passage is not set up with lights, and a few people carrying cloth bags are familiar with the way.

The snow mirror leaned sideways against the wall, and in the darkness there was the sound of the door creaking open, the sound of something being dragged out of the bag, and the sound of squeezing. A few more people muttered a few more words, locked the door and turned back.

Until there was no movement around him, the snow clearing mirror slowly walked out from behind the wall, and he saw a dilapidated old door at the end of the underground passage, loose and covered with rust, as if it would collapse at any time.

Smack.

The golden streamer swept by, and the door lock broke and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Inside the door, it was pitch black and dark, and the underground room, which was almost isolated, was eerily quiet and unheard of the heavy rain outside.

A faint ball of holy light drew from the fingertips of Qingxue Mirror, and he frowned and slowly walked into the door, and the light of the laurel feather in the center of his eyebrows began to appear.

The bright holy light of the clear spring faintly lit up the surroundings, and many corpses covered with white cloth could be seen lying on the broken bed boards, and the rest of the arrangement, except for being more dirty than the ordinary medical center, was indeed a morgue.

Qingxue Mirror looked around carefully, the holy light of his fingertips illuminated every detail, and he turned up the white cloth to inspect a few corpses, which were indeed ordinary angel corpses, and several of them had been seen in the medical center a few days ago.

But the "tail" in the cloth bag just now is not among these people.

He frowned, his gaze locked on the innermost wall in the room. Compared to the other dirty corners of the wall, this one was a little out of place, like a ......

The pale golden streamer in Qingxue's eyes swept by, and the air on the wall distorted slightly, and it didn't take long for the illusion to fall off, revealing a door.

Really.

The uneasy look in his eyes became more and more obvious, and the cloud of doubt in his heart became more and more wide, and he reached out and slowly pushed the door open.

The holy light shining at the fingertips turned into streamers and merged into the roof in an instant, like a bright moon illuminating the entire room.

Qing Xuejing stood at the door, her cheeks drastically faded from blood, and her eyes trembled as she looked at the scene in front of her.

The eye catches the eye of the tall and spacious space, and the huge cages stacked on top of each other make the space inside the door airtight. All kinds of ordinary animals, orcs, and even angelic civilians were imprisoned in cages, bustling but not half a sound, sleeping silently.

The familiar cloth bag was discarded on the ground not far away, and in a dilapidated square iron cage next to it, an orc girl of about 7 or 8 years old was curled up and sleeping soundly, and a dirty cat's tail swayed slightly under her tattered clothes.

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