The cliffs were silent. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sudden slap was unusually clear and attracted everyone's attention in an instant.

Longya stood at the end of the cliff, watching the chestnut-haired girl fly out and fall to the ground by the tall guard woman in front of her, her red eyes trembled, and she was instantly soaked in blood:

"Qianling-!"

As soon as her wings spread, she flew forward, and in an instant she was already in front of the girl who fell to the ground, and reached out to grab the arm of the guard woman who tried to come forward again!

The woman was stunned when she suddenly appeared, and didn't seem to react yet......

Scarlet eyes were bloody, long teeth stared at her, five fingers tightened, the clenched hand was impressively powerful, grabbed the arm and then a beautiful over-the-shoulder fall, and actually threw the tall guard woman to the ground!

The back of her head hit the ground, and the woman snorted, rolled her eyes and fainted, and fell to the ground without moving.

Several demon guards in the rear looked at this side and were stunned, and raised their eyes to stare at her in anger, and their scarlet eyes lit up from their pale faces in an instant!

"How...... Want to fight?" Longya stood next to the fainting guard woman, raised her head, and looked coldly at the several tall David soldier men who were gradually surrounding here, stood in place and moved her neck a few times, and then "clicked" and clenched her fists, her scarlet eyes lit up a little scary, "The old lady was trained by Lord Lan Feng to deal with you miscellaneous ...... More than enough. ”

The guards and men stared at her, their brows furrowed, and their scarlet eyes became more and more bloody!

Nearly all the demon guards around the cliff were staring at this side, some surprised by the skill of the girl in the black dress, and some whispering about the slapped, chestnut-haired girl...... But they all stood quietly and straight in their respective positions, watching from afar.

The air is faintly tight, and the atmosphere is about to explode!

In the silence of "Longya ......", a hoarse and weak voice suddenly sounded low.

Longya's figure was stunned, as if he had just remembered something, the blood overflowing in his eyes suddenly converged a little, and he turned around anxiously.

"Qianling...... are you alright?"

She crouched down and carefully reached out to help the girl who had collapsed to the ground, a slender tail spine raised sensitively, like a long snake guarding her around, the tip of her tail wandering and stretching, as if a silent warning to the demon guards around her.

The chestnut hair was slightly messy and scattered around her neck, Qianling sat on the ground and slowly shook her head, her cheeks, which looked ruddy and sickly due to a low-grade fever, were imprinted with a clear palm print, her cheeks gradually became a little red and swollen, and a trace of inconspicuous blood vaguely oozed from the corners of her lips.

Longya looked at her face, her eyes trembled, she was surprised and anxious, and her eyes were faintly red:

"Qian, Qianling, you bleed......!"

Qianling sat there, unresponsive, like a torn puppet.

The paper bag fell not far from her, and the warm yellow scarf scattered next to the bag, shivering in the cold wind.

She looked at the scarf in a daze, then slowly raised her head and crossed over the mottled and overlapping figures around her......

Look at the silent back not far ahead.

Blurred vision.

The scorching temperature burned his cheeks, like thousands of insects and ants......

The red and swollen cheeks gradually became numb...... I can't open my mouth, and I can't make a sound.

In the blurred vision, black patches of color swayed......

It was a teenager's long black hair.

He stood there with his back to her, quiet as an indifferent bystander, not even turning to look at it.

She sat on the ground, staring up at his back, in a trance, and her vision gradually became misty......

The red and swollen cheeks, the trembling lips, and the tip of the tongue gradually tasted the fishy sweetness.

The taste of blood, bitter and sweet...... Coming and going, soaking his throat, no other sensation.

She sat there, her eyes hot and hot running down her red and swollen cheeks, but she didn't notice it...... The corners of his lips trembled slightly, and a smile slowly pulled out, bitter and mocking.

Originally

The man in front of you......

It's really just the demon clan's high-ranking Moon God who can't be blasphemed......

There is no longer her little moon in this world.

The little moon who used her small body to protect her and didn't give in at all.

Qianling sat there, her head bowed, her white skirt stained with a few mud stains, scattered on the ground, like a withered gardenia.

Longya half-crouched in front of her, reaching out to wipe away the blood oozing from the corners of her mouth and the warm tears from her cheeks...... Gradually red eyes.

There was silence all around, and the sound of the wind blowing through the clouds was clearly audible.

The long black hair rose in the wind, strands by strands, silently swaying from the waist.

Lan Yue stood quietly outside the crowd, her robe flicked lightly, and the tassel danced...... Like an independent dead pine on a cliff, it does not have half a smoke and fireworks.

The black hair was faintly blown by the wind, gently swaying from the slightly pale cheeks......

He stood there, his eyelashes fluttering and slowly falling...... Obscuring the raging pain of the under-the-eye.

Clenched hands...... The joints gradually turned pale.

He lowered his head, his cheeks faintly pale...... Slowly and painfully closed his eyes.

His heart twitched and trembled in his chest, as if a bloody hole had been opened, and the trembling blood spilled out, soaked into the bone marrow, and completely submerged him......

Restrain yourself from looking at it and not thinking about it......

Tell myself over and over again that now that I've made a decision, I shouldn't drag it out anymore......

But it was like being nailed to the spot, and he couldn't take a single step.

The tall soldiers behind Lan Yue surrounded her, staring coldly at Qianling who was sitting on the ground and Longya who was protecting her, and then looked at the silent black-haired young man behind her, with thoughtful thoughts in his eyes, faintly revealing a little jealousy......

The cold gaze was still firmly locked on the two girls on the ground, frowning:

“…… Let's go, don't play any bitter love drama here. Trying to find out the news of Lord Lan Yue, and then chasing after him with a cheeky face, we have seen a lot, and this kind of trick is not new. ”

"Let's go by yourself, don't be embarrassed, and when you are kicked out later, it will be much more lost than if you are lost......"

"Bah!" Long Ya turned his face to glare at them, a pair of red eyes widened in annoyance, "What kind of bitter love scene? Which eye did you see us playing a bitter love scene?!"

The men of the guards looked at her, and then at the chestnut-haired girl who was protected behind her and looked like she had been drained with her head down...... looked at each other, and smiled faintly like a play:

"Compared with those women before, this time this expression is in place, but it's a pity that the props are not qualified. ”

One foot leisurely kicked the warm yellow scarf scattered next to the paper bag on the ground:

"What is this? Scarves? Speaking of which, girls in the past gave scarves, gloves, and capes everything, which ones are not exquisite? ”

"But since it's a gift, it's a little sincere, okay? Look at you...... This kind of workmanship, this pattern...... We all look shabby, and you're embarrassed to give it away?"

The breeze blows through the long black hair.

The voice came intermittently from behind, cold and mocking.

Lan Yue stood there quietly, her body suddenly stiffened, and her hands clenched a little...... hesitated, but slowly turned his face sideways.

The cold wind was bleak, and the girl sat down on the ground.

The paper bag fell not far from her, and a warm yellow scarf was scattered next to the bag, dusty and dusty, shivering in the cold wind.

Immature and youthful workmanship, simple pattern style, bright and warm color......

For a moment, his eyes burned fiercely.

Lan Yue stared blankly at the scarf on the ground, her cheeks gradually turned pale, as if unconscious, she slowly turned around, her eyes trembled slightly, and she slowly looked at the girl sitting on the ground......

Thin lips trembled slightly, silently, and muttered the already dusty name:

"Ling ......?"