"What's that?"

"In this world, there have been four powers of divine power throughout the ages: life, death, time, and space. Lan Feng frowned, "Birth, that is, the power of resurrection, death, that is, the power of killing, time, refers to the control of time, and emptiness, refers to the manipulation of space." ”

"It took me three hundred years to develop the Resurrection Circle, which can be regarded as being on the verge of 'life', but after my brother came back, his body still had a backlash, which was not perfect. If my guess is correct, my brother was severely damaged by the Aurora Sword but did not disappear, it should be that you used the power of 'time' at the last moment. ”

"In other words, you've forcibly locked up his 'time' and his time has stopped, so at least ...... for now"

Lan Feng took a deep breath, his eyes trembling slightly:

"He's alive. And the last breath, forcibly locked in stagnant time. But once the spell was lifted, time began to flow again, and the Aurora Holy Light in the body began to burn again...... He will die. ”

There was silence for a moment.

The dark night outside the door was like thick ink, and the bloody atmosphere became more and more intense.

"That is the weapon of the gods...... Qianling staggered to her feet, "let the gods save him." ”

"The creator god is long dead. Lan Feng didn't look back, "What's more, even if you find a way to save you...... The time ban will be lifted at any time, maybe I can't wait for you to come back, my brother has already ......"

Qianling stood there, her pitch-black wings hanging behind her, her ragged prison uniform reflecting the faint blue halo rising from the room, ghostly.

"He's dead, and I'm not going to live alone. ”

Lan Feng was stunned, and slowly turned around, just as he saw the girl's back in the shimmer.

"When I was a child, my grandfather told me a legend...... The creator of the world, buried in the north where the aurora shines. Qianling slowly looked back at him, "If it's at the site of the Creation God, maybe you can find any clues?"

Lan Feng looked at her and slowly lowered his eyes:

"God's Realm...... Even if it is a ruin, it is not something that ordinary people can come and go casually. You're not afraid...... Have you gone or not?"

She smiled softly, walked over slowly, and sat down on her knees. Carefully held up the back of Lan Yue's neck and hugged him into his arms:

"I don't look like an angel or a demon anymore. Where are the 'ordinary people'?"

Lan Yue lay in her arms, her long hair spread out, her eyelashes drooping, like a fragile ragdoll, torn and shattered everywhere.

"Satsuki ......"

"Lan Yue ......"

She caressed his face, tears fell down the tip of her nose, gently lowered her head to kiss the center of his eyebrows, and tears rolled down one after another:

"You're good, wait for me to come back. You have said what you want to say, but you have not heard what I want to say...... It's not fair. ”

Lan Feng silently watched her hold Lan Yue and carefully put her on the bed, carefully covered the bedding, and reluctantly kissed the young man's pale lips and cold fingers before turning around.

"Three days. Qianling walked up to him, the tears on his face had been wiped away, his eyes were scarlet mixed with amber, and the tears were scorching, "Lan Feng, within three days, I will definitely come back." Time ban, I just reinforced it again, and I think I can hold on for three days. ”

Lan Feng looked at her and didn't speak.

"Your brother...... I'll leave it to you. Her eyes flickered slightly, and tears spilled out, "If I can come back, if this catastrophe can pass...... In this life, I will never hurt him again. ”

The wings of the night sky are as dark as the night sky, and the people in front of them are like the light and shadow that sweeps away.

Lan Feng stood in place and slowly lowered his head.

Brother......

He looked at the silent man in the pillow room, slowly stepped forward, sat down from the edge of the bed, and held his cold hand tightly.

I thought you were wishful thinking and miserable.

But it turned out to be ...... Not really.

"Qianling, Qianling!"

When Longya slammed the door open, it was pitch black in the room of the noble leader of the Divine Wood Dome.

The rising blue light dots curled like fireflies, and Lan Feng's robe sat diagonally on the edge of the bed, sitting motionless in the darkness.

Longya gasped slightly, slowly stepped forward, his eyes touched the silent young man in the mattress, and slowly looked at the dead silence beside the bed. In the darkness, the silver mandala flowers on the corners of his robe were glowing, his blood-colored eyes were no longer half bright, and there was a trace of tears left at the end of his eyes.

"Lan, Lanfeng, Lord Lanfeng......"

As soon as her legs were weak, she stumbled and pounced, holding his hand tightly, and tears welled up in an instant:

"No, it's okay, Lord Lanyue will be fine, don't worry, don't be afraid...... And Longya...... Longya is with you, no matter what happens, it will always be with you......"

He lowered his head, his dark purple hair hung down on his cheeks, and his empty eyes were barren, completely devoid of his former calm and arrogance. The redness at the end of the eyes makes people feel so distressed.

"Don't, don't cry, don't cry......"

Longya held his hand and wept silently.

"I will always ...... Won't be like my brother...... To love someone. ”

There was a murmur in the darkness for a long time, and the sobbing of Longya stopped, and she raised her head in a daze, and looked into the eyes that were quietly watching her:

"Never. ”

The pure black wings stretched to the limit, facing the wind through the canopy of the sacred tree and the boundary of the canyon. Qianling looked at the man blocking the road in front of her, her skirt rolled up, her wings folded and slowly descended to the top of the hillside.

"Girl......"

Lie's ghost stood in front of her, his eyes flashing, looking at the black wings behind her, looking at her eyes, his expression was dejected:

"Do you hate me......?"

Qianling had no expression on her face, her eyes were scarlet, and she slowly lowered her eyes:

"Xiao Yue's life is on the verge of death, I don't have time to hate you. ”

Before he could respond, the pitch-black wings spread out for a moment, just like the dark hue of the canopy. The corners of her dark skirt fluttered in the wind, and her wings stretched out into the clouds in a moment.

"Girl, I can't stop you this time!" his shouting continued, apologetic and persistent, "Be careful on the road, uncle will guard the demon clan for you! Come back early!"

But she has disappeared into the sky like a vanishing bird, and she does not know whether she has heard or heard. A black feather slowly fell from the distance, and was caught by the man with his raised hand.

"Then I'll take you into agreement!"

The wind was lingering, and the texture of clouds and fog was familiar, but it had never been so fast and fast. The surrounding scenery is connected into a turbulent sea of clouds and mist in the dark night, and it is impossible to see clearly.

Qianling's wings were wrapped like pitch-black birds spinning forward from the clouds, and the flying black feathers lifted a corner of the sea of clouds, like a knife blade cutting through a gap.

"Little Feather ......"

"Xiaoling!"

Eager shouts came from behind, all the way along.

She didn't look back, she didn't slow down, she retracted her wings for a long time, and turned her direction, like a fishing bird piercing the clouds, and landed on a vast plain to set off a flood of flowers.

The sky is dark, there are no stars and no moon, and the white flowers in full bloom on the ground are lined up in the other day......

More beautiful than the slopes of the lily of the valley.

The white robe of the snow mirror swept and landed in the sea of flowers, and the outstretched snow-white wings were retracted, bringing the bleak wind to blow away the broken petals.

Qianling stood on the other side of the sea of flowers, her short skirt in a pitch-black demon costume revealing her pale legs, her jet-black wings hanging down behind her, and her red pupils were like blood.

If it weren't for the fact that the wings and mannous wings were different after all, and there were no horns and tail spines, there would really be no difference between them and demons.