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The crimson gown poured down from the sky, like a crimson rose blooming in an instant.

Hua Fengyan descended from the cloudy sky, her snow-white wings silently closed.

She looked at the white-robed young man not far away and breathed a sigh of relief.

The rain was pouring down, and the houses were full of bright golden arrows, tattered and decayed, broken glass and wood chips scattered to the ground, and withered flowers and vines were weakly wrapped around the fence.

The night was dark and the rain was dripping. The whole village was silent, exuding a dull and dead air.

Looking at the surrounding environment carefully, Hua Fengyan slowly walked to Qingxuejing's side, and her voice was low and full of doubts:

"This place...... It can't be the Windswept Valley, is it?Mirror, how did you find it?"

He didn't react.

Hua Fengyan looked at his back:

"Mirror, you're so weird today...... What the hell is going on? What are you doing here?"

Still no response.

Worriedly, he walked up to him and wanted to ask a question, but looked at him and was stunned.

The sea of inky clouds churned and stirred, lightning flashed and thundered, and torrential rain poured in.

The electric light raged, illuminating the pale face in an instant.

Blonde hair was stained with rain mist and was wet against her cheeks. A white robe had long been soaked by the rain and was dripping silently.

His long eyelashes drooped low and smeared with sparkling raindrops, and he stood there motionless, his eyes silent.

"Mirror ......?"

His heart suddenly trembled, as if he had been pinched.

The hand hesitated, slowly caressing his pale face. She stared blankly at the emptiness in his eyes, and there was a touch of pity in her eyes.

For so many years, she had never seen him show such a desperate and sad look.

Just like when he was a child, his beloved white Persian cat was lost, and he was anxiously rummaging and looking for it everywhere like this.

Until his wings were weak and could no longer stretch, he sat on the edge of the flower bed in mud and exhaustion, his head drooping, and the rain fell from his blonde hair.

No matter how much she and Rosenbay tried to comfort him, he always sat there quietly and motionless, as if the beautiful and fragile ceramic doll had cracked an imperceptible crack.

Don't cry, don't make trouble, don't laugh.

It's just so quiet that even the air condenses, as if sinking into a deep pool of silence, and the bitter bubbles rise quietly, but it is difficult to make any ripples.

The light golden eyelashes trembled slightly, and the empty and dim eyes of the Qingxue Mirror moved slightly, and slowly looked down at Hua Fengyan in front of him:

“...... Why?"

She slowly withdrew her hand and looked at him with some confusion:

"What, why ......?"

"You should just be ordered to wipe out the demons, why kill the orc people?"

Hua Fengyan was stunned:

"I didn't let them kill the orcs, but if you want to not alarm the demons in the valley, launch a surprise attack to win with one blow, and kill some orcs by mistake. ”

"Then why did you kill them all!"

His voice was cold and trembling.

Hua Fengyan looked at the coldness in his eyes in a daze, pursed her lips, and showed a trace of annoyance in her eyes:

"When did I kill them all? Why do you question me like that? Why do I need to kill a group of orcs in the Spiral Tower's Judgment Angel? Besides, when the moon god suddenly descended, and the guards I sent to were almost wiped out, how could I kill them all!"

The blonde hair hung low, and the snow mirror slowly looked at the lifeless houses around him, those dense graves, and there was a dead silence in his eyes with a faint trace of pain.

Following his line of sight, Hua Fengyan looked at the graves, raised her eyes to look at him again, took a deep breath, and lowered her voice again:

"According to the words of the two surviving guards, when the moon god appeared, many orcs in this valley were still alive, and since there are graves, these orcs must have fled somewhere else after collecting their bones. ”

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and a glimmer of light suddenly overflowed in the dim and empty eyes of the Qingxue Mirror, and he muttered in his mouth:

"In that case, it's possible that you're still alive......"

As if he had suddenly grasped a glimmer of hope, the clouds in his eyes gradually dissipated, revealing a glimmer of light.

Hua Fengyan silently watched the change in his expression, slowly lowered his eyelids, and stopped talking.

The sound of rain poured down from the vast sky.

The sky was full of rain and fog, and there were ripples everywhere.

The night wind swept the rain and fog, and the white robe dripped rain, fluttering quietly.

Qingxue looked around quietly, frowning slightly.

Where can you go without the valley?

As if he suddenly remembered something, a glimmer of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

That's right!

The night breeze was shallow, quietly brushing away the blonde hair in front of his forehead, revealing his fair and smooth forehead.

Like a golden flame rising, the laurel feather appeared from the forehead in an instant, the golden light was scorching, and the night was exceptionally crystal bright!

The wings were stretched, the Qingxue mirror rose up, and a pair of light golden eyes flowed with a golden halo, like golden fireflies, spreading from the depths of the pupils.

"Hey ......"

Hua Fengyan stared at the direction he left, and stamped her feet angrily, but helplessly spread her wings and followed.

The twilight was dreary, and the rain and fog were misty.

The wings of the snow mirror are lightly raised, and in the forehead and eyes, a piece of golden light is shining, and it is as brilliant as a golden meteor sliding from the night sky.

His wings folded silently, and he landed quietly in a small wood, the laurel feather at the center of his forehead silently extinguished.

With a slight pause, he looked at the silent woods around him, frowned slightly, and walked slowly forward with hesitation.

The rain was misty and the rain washed over the trees, making a rustling sound.

Footsteps stopped.

He stood beside a stout tree, crouched slowly, rummaging through the thick grass.

His hands froze, his white fingertips trembled faintly, and he slowly picked up something between the blades of grass, his eyes glazed and gradually trembled.

It was a soft, snow-white feather.

It's just that half of the feathers have long been stained with blood, and they are solidified with dark red blood.

"How did you ...... here?"

He stared blankly at the blood-stained feather in his palm, his hand clenched a little bit, and his eyes gradually turned red.

"Xiaoling, Xiaoling...... Are you really ......?"

His voice was low, sad and hoarse, and he slowly stood up, his face turning pale in an instant.

"Mirror!"

Seeing that he was staggering and almost unsteady, Hua Fengyan jumped up in panic to support him, looking at him with a pale face and muttering in his mouth, he was suddenly anxious:

"What's wrong with you? Don't scare me......!"

Carefully supporting him, Hua Fengyan wanted to take off as soon as her wings spread—

but he pushed him away.

"Mirror, don't be willful, let's go back to Ellen Ise immediately, let's go to the medical center! Your state today is too strange, there will be problems if you continue like this!"

She reached out anxiously to touch him, but he slowly stepped back.

His face was as pale as paper, Qingxue Mirror held the feather in his palm tightly, and the empty and dead silence in his eyes gradually revealed a touch of pathos and despair.