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"Miracle ......"

Qianling muttered and repeated, her eyes a little distracted: "Miracle?"

Lan Feng leaned against the window, nodded, and his shoulders were glazed with light:

"Whether it's the child who escaped death or the elder brother, it's all incredible to look at ......"

"It's more like a miracle than some coincidence. ”

He looked at the confused girl in front of him, and his eyes deepened:

"The child who should have died in his mother's womb miraculously survived, and the half-breed descendant, who should have been born with defects, miraculously possessed great natural abilities. ”

"The short knife that should have penetrated the heart miraculously deviated from the vital point, the wound that should have been bleeding heavily was miraculously relieved and stabilized, the road that should have been dangerous was miraculously smooth, and the egg white, which should have had a weak effect, miraculously caused the wound to scar the next day......"

Qianling looked at him blankly, her eyes trembling.

Lan Feng looked at her, and slowly lowered his hand, his expression gradually changed from complex and profound to clear:

"Qianling, judging from all this incredibleness, your four-leaf clover, I'm afraid the ability is ......"

"Lucky. ”

A clear voice came from the bedside.

She turned her face sideways and looked at the person on the bed.

The white veil is flying, and the snow shadow is hazy.

The boy leaned against the head of the bed, his black hair running down his white pajamas and spreading out on the snow-white bedding.

The wind rises,

Lift up black hair.

He slowly raised his eyelashes and stared at her, his beautiful side face was blurred with light and shadow, and his rosy eyes were crystal clear:

"Clover Flower Language is lucky, Ling, your ability is lucky. ”

Qianling stared at him blankly, her clear amber eyes reflecting the light of the flying snow, gradually overflowing with clear and crystal light.

Like a breeze blowing through the mist, revealing the morning sun.

Lan Feng held his chin and nodded:

"Hmm...... My brother's words make sense, and 'luck' is indeed more in line with 'miracle'. It happens to be the ability of blessing, and the flower language is also the same......"

"It's just," he looked at the girl in front of him and raised his eyebrows, "other people's abilities are generally clear, you 'lucky'...... The scope is a bit too broad, it's just non-mainstream. ”

"No, no, no......"

Qianling was so excited that she was a little incoherent, and a pair of bright eyes looked at Lan Yue on the bed, and then looked at him, full of light:

"I—I like it!

Whether it's Xiao Yu, Xiao Ruo Xiaoguo, Ah Jing Ah Xi, or Long Ya Lanfeng...... There are also Satsuki and Uncle.

I love four-leaf clovers and I love the ability to be lucky...... I like you guys.

can bring luck to the important people around you,

It's the happiest thing for me!

Lan Feng looked at the smile on her face, then looked at Lan Yue on the bed, and smiled faintly:

"Now that it's all over the place, there's nothing to do with me. Brother, there is still something to do at the bottom, so I retired. ”

Lan Yue nodded and said what she wanted to say......

"Wait. Suddenly interrupted.

Hold one hand to the door of your head.

Lan Feng was stunned, and stared at the girl approaching in front of him without blinking: "You...... What are you going to do?"

The wind rises, blowing away the light chestnut hair.

Crystal fireflies flew up, and from the heart of the forehead into a tender green four-leaf clover.

Qianling stood on tiptoe and reached out to stick to his head, a pair of amber eyes were full of pale green fireflies, and her expression was serious:

"This is a thank you gift! Thank you for helping me identify the four-leaf clover's ability! If I am injured or tired from reading in the future, maybe I can relieve some ...... because of the luck of the four-leaf clover."

Lan Feng looked at her and was stunned for a moment.

White yarn flutters.

The temperature of the treehouse suddenly dropped.

felt a frozen gaze shoot from the head of the bed, staring at his head......

Lan Feng coughed:

"You don't need to thank me, Clover's lucky ability was figured out by my brother, just go and thank my brother. ”

Qianling turned her face to look at the person at the head of the bed, and smiled with crooked eyebrows:

"Well, Satsuki also has credit!"

Lan Yue was staring at her, stunned for a moment.

Maybe it was infected by that smile, or maybe it was the joy and joy in that "Little Moon......

He looked at her, slowly lowering his eyelashes, and was honest like a puppy.

The resentful eyes still stared at the two of them by the window without blinking.

The sun is setting and dusk is falling.

Drifting snow faded in the dim light of the setting sun, silently covering the forest.

A small pot is placed on the fire, and the aroma of sweet porridge fills the air.

"Da la da da ......"

Qianling wore an apron and walked around in front of the small pot, turning around and raising her hand, a small four-leaf clover appeared on her fingertips, shaking her head and splashing fluorescent.

She looked at the four-leaf clover on her fingertips, smiled silly, and leaned in to kiss it.

You saved Xiaoruo before, and this time you also saved Xiaoyue.

That's nice.

Feel a sight.

Qianling looked in a certain direction outside the kitchen, her fingertips flickered, and the floating four-leaf clover turned into fluorescent light and dissipated.

The dusk is beautiful.

The snow fluttered, dyed with a fire-colored sunset, like a crashed spark.

"Satsuki!"

Qianling jumped to the head of the bed, squatted down like a puppy, and smiled at him in a good mood.

“……”

The guy in the futon ignored her, and silently turned over to the other side.

Qianling squatted there, looked at him and blinked, reached out to hold a bundle of black hair scattered on the futon, and shook it:

"Satsuki, what are you doing here, I don't eat people. ”

“……”

Qianling looked at the guy who was still silent in the futon, grinned without mind, and reached out to pull him back with the quilt.

Playing the same trick all the time......

This stubborn "mussel".

Feeling a pair of hands catching her body through the quilt, Lan Yue was stunned, wrapped in the quilt and struggled a few times but couldn't screw her, gradually like a white fat and clumsy silkworm baby being turned over, facing her.

"Where did I mess with you again?"

Qianling poked at that tense face, funny and helpless.

The black hair spread out of the soft pillow, he slept there without looking at her, his long eyelashes drooped, and after a pause, he slowly lifted up like a fluttering butterfly wing, revealing a beautiful rose-red eye.

Qianling saw him staring at herself without blinking, and there was a lot of dissatisfaction, resentment, and confusion in his eyes...... Playfully reached out and pinched his face again:

"What's the matter, Satsuki, who bullied you? I'll clean him up. ”

She patted her chest solemnly and squeezed her eyes at him.

He slept between the pillows and watched her, a red mark on his fair cheeks, which had been poked and pinched.

In the middle of the night, a sentence came out sullenly:

"I want it too. ”

Qianling was stunned for a moment: "Huh?

He looked at her, and slowly a finger emerged from under the futon and pointed to her forehead: "That." ”

Qianling looked at him like a child asking for candy, and pointed to her forehead sullenly, looking aggrieved and expectant......

couldn't help but laugh out loud, leaned over and hugged his face and rubbed it vigorously:

"Poofha-stupid Satsuki! Are you angry about this?"

His face was rubbed painfully, and he lay on the pillow and glared at her, unhappily struggling to open her "paws".