Teacher......

His eyelashes trembled, and a little tear slipped from the corner of his eye, shattered in the wind.

After years of teaching, the mirror has repaid this life, and I will no longer owe you anything.

Father, Mother......

Jing is ashamed of the grace of the family's nurturing and cultivation, and as a holy angel, he was defeated by the hands of the half-blood monster, which is a shame for the family......

In the last consciousness, there is a large area of pure white hillside, and the flowers of the lily of the valley are singing softly in the drizzle. The girl in snow-white fur stood in the sea of lily of the valley flowers and slowly stretched out her hand to him.

Xiaoling ......

The blood-stained lips hoarsely pronounced those two words, and the eyelashes trembled, finally soaking wet.

Unwilling.

Too unwilling.

The first time I trekked through thousands of mountains and rivers, just to be safe, and the first time I gave up everything I had, I wanted to keep the good old days.

His first love affair met the fox girl on the slope of Lily of the Valley in the rain. But the lily of the valley withered and burned down the hillside, and the girl of the fox family turned out to be not the fox family.

Thinking about it day and night, she finally said goodbye, and she gave her heart to others, leaving only heart-wrenching memories and heartbroken remorse, and tortured him day and night.

Xiaoling ......

Where am I inferior to him?

All the unwillingness and sorrow gathered in a moment, and turned into a strong desire to survive. Qingxue Mirror slowly opened his eyes, his lips had been bitten and oozing blood, and under the blonde hair that flew in front of his forehead, the dim light of Laurel Yuci struggled to light up again.

"Yo," Qian's wings stretched out and suspended in the air, the silver-white spider silk on his fingertips was entangled, his red pupils were like blood, and the corners of his lips smiled slightly, "You haven't given up yet, offended the Elder Pavilion, do you think the entire Angel Holy City can still have a place for you?"

"You're wrong," Qingxue Mirror raised her eyelashes, her clear eyes seemed to be shattered by the light of the sun, "What really has no place in Ellens is the poor worms created by you half-blood experiments, neither angels nor demons, nor any race anywhere......"

"It's sad that he will only turn into a sharp blade for the rest of his life, and he will inevitably die as a cunning rabbit and a lackey. ”

Everyone was stunned almost at the same time, probably not expecting that this weak young man, who seemed humble and polite, would not forget to speak quickly when he died, and poked everyone's pain points in one sentence.

"You are looking for ——! death" The blood in Qian's pupils was surging, the spider seal totem in the center of the eyebrows shone brightly, and the pale spider silk turned into a wave and swept away in the direction where the Qingxue mirror was!

The rest of the people also scolded and launched Yu Ci almost at the same time, Qingxue Mirror's lips were pursed, the blood-drenched wings trembled and stretched hard, and in the fall, they adjusted their posture and flew up again, their wings sprinkled with blood droplets, and the golden laurel branches and leaves around them turned into shields and wrapped heavily, and the light was shining all the way towards the sky enchantment!

Gazing eyebrows holding a red paper umbrella in his hand, the red plum feather in the center of his eyebrows gave brilliance, looking at the young man above, his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted:

"Wait! don't be fooled, his goal is the enchantment—"

Boom –

In the next second, dozens of powerful magic bolts bombarded the Snow Clearing Mirror's body, pushing him fiercely towards the sky enchantment, and then it exploded like fireworks with a loud bang!

The earth shook and the mountains shook, and a hole was blown open in an instant by the Elite Guardian Enchantment, and the fragments of the enchantment fell like snow in the sky!

"Ahem——!"

The snow clearing mirror slammed into the exploding barrier, a stream of blood splashed from the corner of his lips, and the white robe was already in pieces, with blood splattered all over his body, broken bones and blurred flesh and blood!

"So what?" The long knife thrown out of Rong Sanniang's hand flew back in an arc, sneering, "Even if the barrier is destroyed, how can a dead person escape?"

But soon their faces changed, and in front of the destroyed enchantment hole in the sky, the people who should have been killed on the spot by the bombardment were still spreading their wings and floating smoothly in the air.

"What's ......" Rong Sanniang was stunned, and there were still a few strands of light blonde hair hanging from the long knife in her hand, which were as dazzling as the sun.

The fragments of the enchantment were flying in the sky, and the long golden hair of the Snow Clearing Mirror was cut off by the long knife in the dodge, and a bunch of strands flew down.

The free wind outside the barrier ruffled the short hair that flew around his cheeks, and the hand clenched on his chest slowly loosened, revealing a small glass bottle in his palm, and the four-leaf clover floating in the bottle was radiating brilliance.

A wry smile slowly appeared on his scarred face, and his eyes were gentle and bitter as he looked at the tiny four-leaf clover in the glass bottle.

The grass that Rannoye extracted from the remnants of the battlefield was left by his side because he felt intimate with Laurel. I didn't expect ...... It will be the feather gift of Xiaoling. (See Chapter 596 of the Nightmare from which you can't break free)

It is worthy of the four-leaf clover feather gift that is unique in the world and has the power of luck, and he is still alive after being hit so hard......

Qing Xuejing looked at the bloody wounds all over his body, his back was hot and he lost consciousness, and gradually the whole person's consciousness was withdrawn and fell backwards, falling down the floating island along the enchantment hole behind him.

Seeing that he had fallen out of the barrier and was falling towards the Star Spirit Lake and the Galandel Plains below the floating island, Qianori and the others spread their wings and were about to chase after him, when they saw a large number of golden-armored angel guards with swords surrounding them from all directions!

"Who are you, what are you doing?!"

The eleven people glanced at each other, the blood in their eyes converged, and they were unwilling to look outside the enchantment hole, and their wings spread out and dissipated collectively. So all the guards watched as the eleven people evaporated on the spot, leaving behind the huge hole that had been blown out of the sky barrier, and a few strands of golden hair left in the wind......

Like the falling sun falling down the altar, there is nothing left when the wind blows.

At the same time, outside the demon stronghold in Galandelle, a little girl is holding her mother's hand and catching butterflies on the hillside.

In the distance, a figure suddenly fell from the clouds on the vast sky, dragging down the heavy clouds, and the white clothes flew like snow-colored birds.

"Mommy, Mommy!

The little girl jumped and stretched out her little finger and pointed to the sky: "It's a bird!"

But the mother's face changed: "No, that's ...... That's the angel of the holy city. ”

"What are angels, and what is the Holy City?"

The little girl waved her little membranous wings and chased after her, watching the beautiful white feather finch fall into the Star Spirit Lake, splashing a large splash, fluttering her wings and flying to the edge of the lake to watch.

"Little girl, go back with your mother! How many times have you said that you can't go near this lake. The mother hurried after her, looked around worriedly, and picked up the little girl.

"Mommy, wait," the little girl struggled to point to the middle of the lake, "ah, it's not a bird, it's a big brother!"

The Xingling Lake, which is as clear as the jasper of the plains, is connected to the holy city on the clouds by a waterfall. A teenager floated on the surface of the water, his white clothes shattered and covered in blood, and his scarred snow-white wings submerged in the lake.

His pale blonde hair spread out in the water, revealing white skin under his torn robe, covered in wounds and blood. The beautiful light blonde eyelashes are submerged in the water, and the scarred ones can still make out the handsome features, well-proportioned body and white wings......

It's like a dying white swan floating in the water, not knowing whether it is dead or alive.

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