Half a year later.

As the two most powerful races in the world fight a new round of war, Galandelle's once beautiful land is shattered under the flames of war, like a slaughtered fat lamb divided into two impassable boundaries, black and white. Groups of small races whose homes were burned down were hastily evacuated in the midst of the fighting, and beneath the ruins everywhere were shocking corpses and abandoned cubs.

Since half a year ago, Xu is supported by the alliance of the Shark Clan, and the Demon Clan's strong offensive has become more and more fierce. Ellen Eth suffered several defeats in a row, and the white realm of the angel clan faded sharply in Galandelle, and the black realm symbolizing the dark demon power gradually encircled and encroached all the way to the central area of Galandelle, approaching the Star Spirit Lake in the core area and the main body of the Angel Holy City on it.

Everyone in the world says that the pattern of victory and defeat set by the god of all things for thousands of years may be completely overthrown from now on.

"Shark ......"

The old man got up from the front of the case, flipped the scroll on the case, and smashed it with a roar.

"They're looking for death. ”

Qingxue Mirror lowered his eyelashes and said nothing, and slowly leaned forward to pick up the fragmented scrolls everywhere, and put them back on the desk and put them neatly. The plain white robe hung down with the red gold laurel, a pair of white feathers were gathered at his side, and the clean and pure feathers swept across the red carpet on the ground.

"Merfolk are vengeful creatures. The matter of the half-blood king in the past, the merman clan should never forget. Lan Zhiye pinched a stack of documents and stood beside the snow clearing glasses, and nudged the glasses with his index finger. "However, far water can't quench the thirst of the near, and with a little material support from the deep sea race, the demon race is not enough to achieve this climate. Isn't it strange that it has developed so rapidly in just half a year?"

Qingxue Jing raised her eyelashes and looked at him: "You mean, the Shark Clan is not the root cause, and the Demon Clan is supported by other forces?"

Lan Zhiye shook his head: "According to the front-line battle report, the battlefield situation has been treacherous and changeable in the past six months. In many battles, our soldiers had sudden incidents such as the breaking of collective weapons and the destruction of armor, but after repeated tests after the battle, there was no problem with the weapons and armor itself. ”

Xuan Lao slowly turned his face sideways and frowned: "Go on." ”

"Yes. It is rumored in the army that the demon clan has dug up the god-killing devil in the depths of hell, which is the work of ghosts and gods. However, the power of ghosts and gods cannot be trusted," Lan Zhiye slowly took out a small glass bottle from his bosom, "I have personally gone to the front line and extracted a trace of magic that has not yet disappeared in a deserted battlefield. If I'm right......"

The light lit up from his palm, and a few faint fluorescent lights in the glass bottle floated up like an awakening, slowly forming a small, weak ......

Green leaflets.

The deep pupils behind the mirror of the Orchid Leaf reflected the bright holy light, and his voice was deep: "This is the power of feathers. ”

Qingxue Mirror was slightly stunned, lowered her eyelashes and looked at the weak green leaf floating and rotating in the glass bottle, frowned in a trance, and felt a little familiar in her heart.

"This is ......" Xuan Lao's face changed slightly, and he slowly got closer, "Clover?"

"No," Rannoye raised the glass bottle in his hand a little higher for a clearer view, "and if you count it carefully, you will see that there are four leaves, and this is a four-leaf clover." ”

"Clover, a type of feather, has always been a weak feather that is not offensive in the past, and there must be no difference between four-leaf clover. So it shouldn't have been, and can't be, on an elite battlefield. ”

Xuan Lao smiled faintly: "That's not necessarily. What does that mean?"

Lan Zhiye retracted the glass bottle into his arms, raised his eyelashes again, and nudged the lens:

"In the past six months, there have been many people on the battlefield who have witnessed that there is an extra maid by the side of the moon god. As we all know, the moon god has always been arrogant and alone, and never likes to follow his servants. If you suddenly bring a maid by your side, it is unusual, let alone take a maid to the battlefield again and again. ”

"Of course," he said, "this is just my personal speculation, and the truth is yet to be investigated." ”

Xuan Lao looked at the curtain hanging in the hall, the wind rose and fell, and the frost-white hair trembled slightly.

"Clover ......"

He spoke, like a long sigh: "What can it do?"

Lan Zhiye pondered for a moment: "Although it is similar in appearance to the clover, if I remember correctly, there is no detailed record of this feather gift in the Feather Book of Elanyis. This should be...... An unknown feather gift that has never been seen before. ”

"What do you think," Xuan Lao raised his eyebrows lightly and looked at the silent blonde boy next to him, "Mirror?"

The light-colored eyelashes of the snow clearing mirror move slightly, and the pupils are crystal clear in the sun.

"Clover...... Flower language lucky. It's just luck. ”

Xuan Lao laughed, and after a while, the smile slowly dispersed again. He stood on the steps of the noble red carpet with his hands in his hands, his pure white wings hanging at his side, half of his face was covered by a mask blocking the sun, and the other half of his face was cast by shadows, and his deep pupils were scorching:

"On the battlefield, the lucky side will become the darling of the gods. ”

After Xuan Lao left, the temple quieted down, and the noble red carpet was laid along the steps in the empty and spacious hall, and two rows of plain white gauze curtains hung down above the main hall, and the wind was shivering.

After signaling to the blonde boy beside him, Lan Zhiye turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall.

"Wait. A shallow, unwavering voice suddenly stopped him.

Qingxue Mirror walked forward slowly, Su Xue's robe fell, her wings hung low and almost to the ground, and there was no expression on her face:

"Show me. ”

Lan Zhiye was slightly stunned, looked at him with some surprise, laughed slowly, raised his hand and pushed his glasses:

"Are you interested?"

His long light-colored eyelashes drooped low, and his tone showed a little impatience: "Give it to me." ”

Lan Zhiye had to take out the glass bottle in his arms again, carefully put it in his palm, and did not forget to raise his eyebrows and admonish two words: "Be careful." Whether this thing will bring luck or nightmares, no one can say. ”

After the leaves of Lan left, the entire temple was completely empty, the veil was rolling in the air, the roses outside the window were blooming red, and the morning light gilded the young man's white side face, unable to dispel the condensed emotions at the bottom of his eyes.

The hand slowly lifted, and the four-leaf clover in the crystal clear glass bottle floated and swirled.

The holy light slowly rose from his hand like a flame, and the four-leaf clover shone with it, and at the same time, there were dense golden bay leaves, like new grass growing wildly in the middle of summer, growing uncontrollably along the boy's arm, wrapped in layers of grass in a glass bottle......

Obsessed with each other.

He watched, watched, his facial features were illuminated by the strange light of gold and green, the emotion in his eyes loosened for a moment, and then recovered, and he quietly took the glass bottle into his arms.

In the clear sky, a meteor suddenly slipped by with a long tail, leaving an inconspicuous cloud mark, like a tear from the gods.

Qianling raised her face at the other side of the distant Galandelle, looking at the inconspicuous trail of meteors in the sky, her chestnut hair falling under her shoulders like a butterfly dancing to the rhythm of the wind.

The four-leaf clover that revealed the light in the center of his eyebrows, his breath flickered like heaving, and he responded to the other side of the sky.