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A sea of dark and turbulent clouds churned around Elenis, like a giant beast snooping on it. From time to time, thunder rolled down, and silver snakes were vertical and horizontal, illuminating half of the sky.

The conference hall was silent, except for the white veil in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, smeared with a wet mist.

Click――

The lightning flashed, illuminating the blonde boy's pale face in an instant.

The blonde hair glowed with electric light, a cold sheen.

Qingxue looked at Hua Fengyan across the table expressionlessly, her cheeks were faintly pale, a pair of light golden eyes reflected the scorching electric light that flashed outside the window, and her voice was very light and revealed a trace of imperceptible trembling:

“...... Where's the orcs?"

Hua Fengyan looked at his expression and was stunned:

"Where is ......? It's Galandal's Bardle Valley......"

"I mean the location!"

In the silent conference hall, a suddenly raised voice sounded suddenly.

There was silence.

Eleven surprised eyes looked at the white-robed young man at the other end of the long table.

The hand is clenched into a fist, and the joints are white. Qingxue Mirror's light golden eyes were almost staring straight at Hua Fengyan in front of her, and the lightning flashing outside the window was reflected in her eyes, which was a little scary.

Rosenbay sat next to him with his legs crossed, startled by his suddenly raised voice, and he almost didn't fall to the ground.

His eyes widened in surprise, and he hurriedly reached over and probed his forehead:

"Kagami, are you alright? You're a little abnormal today......"

Qiyuan Hibiscus looked at Qingxuejing's faintly pale face, and her brows were slightly wrinkled worriedly.

Hua Fengyan looked at him stunned, and was also startled by his suddenly raised voice, and her voice was low and stammered:

"Gu, I don't know the specifics, it's roughly east of Xingling Lake......

Cautiously looking at Qingxue Mirror's face, Hua Fengyan's eyes revealed doubts:

"What's the matter...... Mirror, what are you asking for?"

The lightning was scorching, and in an instant, it flashed out of the window.

"...... to the east?"

The blonde hair hung softly on the side of the white cheeks, Qingxue looked at the table blankly, her cheeks became more and more pale, and her voice was low as if talking to herself.

"Mirror, are you uncomfortable, why is your face so ugly?"

Hua Fengyan looked at him anxiously.

Qingxue Mirror suddenly stood up from his seat expressionlessly, his white robe was lightly raised, and a pair of snow-white wings were instantly stretched.

"Mirror, what are you going to do......!"

Hua Fengyan stood up suddenly, watching in amazement as his wings spread, and the white phantom flowed, disappearing in the skylight of the torrential rain outside the window in an instant.

The red dress was lifted by the night wind, like a blooming rose. Hua Fengyan spread her wings and turned into a crimson streamer and chased after her without hesitation.

The other ten slowly stood up from both sides of the long table and looked at each other.

"It's weird, Mirror and Rose...... Where's the singing?"

Yuan Lang frowned and looked at the direction where Qingxue Mirror and Hua Fengyan disappeared, his eyes revealing doubts.

"Yuan Lang, go back. ”

Ling Ling ran over with the teddy bear in his arms, holding his hand and walking towards the door.

Rosenbay looked out the window in disbelief at the surging sea of clouds, his eyes were a little dull, and he pulled his face hard:

"Am I dreaming? Did the mirror leave the meeting without permission?"

The rigorous and meticulous snow goggles?

The snow goggles that spent the whole day in the temple reviewing documents without moving?

The Moon Angel Snow Clearing Mirror he knew?

The light purple long hair was raised by the night wind, and Qiyuan Hibiscus stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the storm outside the window, frowning:

"Jing has always been calm and steady, he will not leave the table for no reason, there may really be something urgent. ”

Rosenbay looked at her, then at the scorching electric light that swept by outside the window, thoughtfully.

Torrential rain poured down.

The rain line connects the sky and the earth, the water mist spreads, and the water vapor is thick.

The thick dark clouds are intertwined into a vast sea of clouds, spreading in the entire vast sky, the waves are surging, the thunder is blowing, and the silver snake is shuttling!

The cold wind brought the rain in front of you.

The golden bay leaf pattern is gorgeous and delicate, and the white robe is raised in the wind, not stained with the slightest rain and mist.

The slender snow-white wings stretched to the extreme, and the snow clearing mirror swept through the surging sea of dark clouds, mottled with phantoms, like a flash of electric light between the inky clouds.

"Mirror!"

Hua Fengyan's anxious voice came not far behind her.

The long blonde hair was swept up by the wind and fluttered quietly around the waist.

He didn't look back, a pair of light golden eyes stared straight at the mountains and rivers below the clouds, his wings spread again, phantoms after phantoms, and his speed increased instantly.

Heavy rain poured down, and dark clouds rolled in the gloomy sky.

The sky was getting dark, and the few rays of sunlight that were available in the gray and black clouds were gradually dissipating.

Twilight falls.

The rain is pouring down, and the maple leaves on both sides of the mountain road are swaying in the wind and rain, transitioning from vermilion to orange green, with a brilliant color.

The white robe is like snow, and the long golden hair seems to condense the purest and clear sunshine, quietly blowing in the night breeze.

The white robe fluttered lightly, and the young man landed on the velvet green hillside, and the snow-white wings were quietly retracted.

The rain was dripping.

There was silence in my ears, except for the sound of rain and rain.

Qingxue looked around quietly, but when his eyes touched the dead white lily of the valley orchids at his feet, his eyes trembled and he slowly took two steps back.

This is the slope of the lily of the valley that he is very familiar with.

The snow-white bell flowers that used to be sung softly all over the mountains and fields have now dried up and withered, turning into a withered and scorched black.

His breathing gradually became a little short, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger, as if a silent storm was brewing.

Blonde hair fell down his cheeks, and he slowly lowered his head and took a deep breath, trying to calm the uneasiness in his heart.

No, no......

You must be fine, you must be alive and well somewhere here, smiling and singing.

As first seen.

With a pale touch on his white cheeks, he slowly opened his eyes, and his crystal clear light golden eyes revealed a hint of determination.

The wings are stretched, the white robe is lightly raised, and the snow clearing mirror rises in the wind again.

"What the hell are you going to do!"

The crimson gown hangs lightly from the sky like a delicate rose.

Hua Fengyan gasped slightly, her wings folded, and she landed behind Qingxue Mirror, but she watched in amazement as he rose towards the sky dome again.

The twilight is deep, the sky is still dark clouds, and the rain is pouring down.

The river is babbling and flowing silently.

The night was dark, and there were countless brick-red houses in the vast fields on both sides of the river, and countless golden arrows sank deep into the eaves, windows, fences, and ground, and the night shimmered with brilliant golden brilliance.

There was silence.

Only the rain washed over the fields and houses, and the mist rose and drowned everything.

The wings were lightly retracted, and the snow goggles landed quietly in the village.

The twilight was dreary, and the rain was pouring in.

The crumbling and dilapidated houses, the dense golden arrows, and the dazzling golden light.

The thin lips pursed slightly, faintly pale. The blonde hair was lifted by the night breeze and fluttered quietly on the cheeks.

He stared blankly at the dense graves in the field, and his eyes trembled fiercely.

"Little Feather ......"

His voice was low and trembling.

Heavy rain washed over the dead houses and graves.

With his wings low, he walked along the village, his breathing becoming shorter and his steps more anxious.

It was as if the person who had fallen into the water had lost the last straw, and his eyes trembled and panic gradually spread.

"Xiaoling, Xiaoling-!!"

The rain was pouring down, and the voice was mournful and hoarse, drowning in the pouring rain.

There is no response, no reach, no search.

It's like a pebble sinking into a pool.

It can't stir up any more ripples.