"Why, I talked so much just now, and now I'm dumb?"

Lan Feng looked at the listless guy in his hand, and shook her with interest, his tone was full of banter. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Qianling drooped her head, letting the hand carry her around like a chicken, without speaking or struggling, really like a "deserter" who gave up on himself.

The black hair is as clear as a long waterfall, and the bare skin is as clear as frost and snow.

Lan Yue sat on the bed and looked at her quietly. Wrapped in black wings, the thin figure was in the hazy sunset, and the white and beautiful silhouette was smeared with a layer of charming golden red.

He stared at her "sad and angry" face, and then slowly looked at Lan Feng:

"What?"

"Nothing. A muffled voice came to the forefront.

Feeling a quiet gaze, Qianling tilted her head and didn't look at him, paused and added:

"Anyway...... You just have to be honest and obedient in the future. ”

The muffled voice is somewhat awkward and unnatural.

He looked at the trace of concern and exhortation in her eyes, and slowly looked at the package tied around her shoulder, his eyelashes drooping little by little, and he didn't speak again.

Suddenly there was silence.

He sat quietly on the bed, and she was carried in front of it.

looked at each other but were silent.

The dusk is beautiful, the frost and snow are flying, and the plain curtains are blown up with the wind, sprinkled with a few small swirling snowflakes.

"Brother, what to do?" the faint voice seemed like a reminder.

Lan Feng looked at the silent boy on the bed, and leisurely shook the girl in his hand.

Qianling drooped his head like a bell hanging on his hand, shaking around.

The black hair was as clear as a long waterfall, and a bunch of strands were scattered along the white skin on the bed.

The eyelashes flutter lightly and lift slowly. Lan Yue looked at the person in front of her, her cheeks were still sickly pale, and her blood-pale eyes faintly flashed a trace of struggle.

Feeling the emotional fluctuations from that familiar sight, the drooping head paused, and slowly lifted up.

The line of sight is opposite.

Qianling blinked, and suddenly "groaned" in her heart.

This tangled look......

You don't really plan to listen to Lan Feng's treatment of her, do you?!

"Satsuki...... I was wrong. The low voice was apologetic, nervous and uneasy.

It's my fault for hurting you, it's my fault for picking up your clothes...... If you apologize, can you reduce the punishment a little?

He looked at her pitifully at him, like a hapless vole, completely devoid of the fierce momentum of the pick-up of his clothes just now...... His cheeks burned slightly.

Lan Feng stood behind Qianling, watching the two of them beg for mercy and blush, but they didn't make any progress for a while...... Some helplessly helped their foreheads.

Brother, brother......

People are all in front of you, what are you still struggling with?

The sun sinks, the afterglow recedes, and the window dims.

"Let's go. ”

The voice was soft, dissipating in the afterglow of the setting sun.

But it's clear.

Qianling was stunned, and slowly looked up at him, her lips trembling.

The black hair is scattered on the white bed, and the beautiful silhouette is plated with the glow of the sunset. He sat there, thin black wings covering his body, his blood-colored eyes staring deeply at the person in front of him, and repeated softly:

“…… Let's go. ”

Go where you want to go and meet the people you want to meet.

I have broken your wings, how can I take away your freedom again?

Qianling looked at him, her eyes were a little glazed, and her lips moved:

"But ......"

"There is no penalty. He slowly lowered his head and stopped looking at her, and his voice was soft, as if relieved.

I saw your tears, I received the care, and I felt the hugs and warmth......

Enough is enough.

"Brother......?"

Lan Feng was stunned and looked at him blankly, his eyes full of surprise and confusion.

The forest is quiet, the snow is falling, and the sunset is silently sinking in the window.

"It's cold outside, bring more clothes and cotton blankets for backup, these are not enough. ”

“…… Oh. She glanced at the package over her shoulder and nodded.

"Lan Feng has some light weapons similar to enchantment cannon barrels there, pick a few to defend yourself. ”

"Good. Nodding.

"When you encounter danger, try to strike first, and run if you can't beat it. If you can't solve something, go to a nearby stronghold and they will help you. ”

"Hmm. She continued to nod her head with a peck.

"Ling ......" was very soft and hoarse, "Be careful." ”

In the future, I can't protect you.

Qianling looked at his eyes, and suddenly couldn't answer anymore, and the red circles under his eyes could no longer bear the sour moisture.

His black hair scattered across his pale cheeks, and he stared at her, his eyes trembling lightly, as if he wanted to carve the outline into his mind inch by inch:

"If ......" voice was hoarse, hope and despair, and the desire to speak stopped.

If one day, you are tired and tired......

You can come back anytime.

I've always been here.

Qianling looked at him, her eyes flushed, she slowly sniffled, and nodded vigorously.

The sunset was dim and lost its color.

The treehouse was silent, and the sound of falling snowflakes could be heard.

Half a day.

The hand around the neck was released.

Qianling was stunned, slowly turned her head, and looked at the person behind her.

The short dark purple hair hangs down between the ears, and the white side face is plated with a layer of hazy light. Lan Feng looked at her, his lips pursed slightly, and his expression was a little complicated.

"My brother was so badly injured this time that he had to hide in this icy forest in the middle of winter to recuperate...... It's all thanks to you. ”

"Qianling, I should have killed you. ”

A cold voice came clearly from my head.

Like an empty valley echo.

Qianling stared at him blankly, her lips moving, and she didn't make a sound.

Lan Feng looked at the pale and frail young man on the bed, and then slowly looked at her, his dark red eyes lit up like a candle.

"But since my brother doesn't pursue it...... I don't have much to say either. ”

"Congratulations, you're free. ”

The wind blew the short dark purple hair, and the gray fox fur on his shoulders was dyed with a few bits of snow.

He turned away, his robe fluttering, his voice clear into her head.

"What you said before, I will tell the maid to do it. ”

As for his brother, he didn't listen, and whether he would ...... No one can guarantee it. ”

Qianling stared blankly at the back of him leaving, her eyes trembled slightly, and her hands slowly clenched unconsciously.

Moon......

"Since you can't let him go like this......"

The robe was poured, and Lan Feng stood by the wooden door, slowly turning his face sideways to look at her, his lips pursed slightly.

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

A low and helpless voice, as if a nameless sigh.

Clarity comes to mind.

Qianling looked at him and stood in place, suddenly stunned.

The door closes gently.

The sun cools and the dusk fades.

The treehouse dimmed, and the snow in the window was white, like a broken moonlight.

Qianling stood in front of the bed, staring blankly in the direction of the wooden door, like a stiff tree, completely watered by the heavy rain.

The blank mind swirled with Lan Feng's words.

The snow was falling, and the curtains were blown up by the wind.

Lan Yue sat on the snow-white bed, with thin black wings wrapped around her body, her black hair like a waterfall hanging down her waist, and her skin was even brighter and fairer against the snow.

The tray containing alcohol bottles and gauze was placed on a small wooden table at the head of the bed, left by the middle-aged physician man who had followed Lan Feng out of the treehouse.

Suddenly, a pair of hands picked up the tray and gently placed it on the head of the bed.

Shadows spilled down on the bed.

He slowly raised his head and looked at her, his black hair scattered on the bed, and his cheeks were a little pale and fragile.

"Satsuki ......"

A hand slowly reached over and gently pushed away the membranous wing that was covering him.

He stared deeply at her, his eyelashes fluttering and slowly falling...... There was no refusal.

The shrouded wings slowly unfolded, meekly retracted behind him, and hung down on the edge of the bed.

Like a mussel shell uncovered, it clearly reveals the outline of the young man's fair and thin body-

and the wound that was faintly oozing blood under the gauze on his chest.

"Satsuki ......" has a hoarse voice.

She slowly crouched down at the head of the bed, staring at his pale, frail face.

He looked down at her, long black hair falling from his cheeks, brushing his white collarbone and down his waist all the way to the bed.

A pair of hands gently wrapped around his slightly cool hands, and warmth came from the familiar palms.

She crouched at the head of the bed and looked deeply into his eyes:

"I'll take care of it. ”

The voice was low and cautious:

"Can I ...... Stay?" (To be continued.) )