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"Uncle, what do you mean...... Mirror going to war?"

The voice was low, with a faint tremor.

Lie Ghosting nodded, paused, and suddenly turned his face to look at her, blinking:

"Mirror?"

Qianling waved her hand, and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth: "People I knew before...... He, he's also healing. ”

"Then it depends on strength," Liege yawned lazily, "The battlefield is changing rapidly, and no one has the spare time to take care of the healing type, so they will generally only support in the rear." ”

"A healing ...... who can fight on the front line," he narrowed, "Looking at Ellen Iss today, I'm afraid there is only that laurel ghost who was blown into the sky by Hua Lingxuan." ”

The fingertips trembled slightly, and they slowly clenched.

Qianling lowered her head and sat on the collapsed dead tree trunk, her eyes a little glazed.

Battlefield......?

She had never seen the battlefield.

But I have seen the tragic scene after the bloody bath in the Yinfeng River Valley, with corpses everywhere, broken golden arrows, and blood-colored fields and rivers......

And the so-called battlefield is an existence that is ten million times more tragic than this.

He's going to a place like that.

Qianling looked at the swaying blades of grass on the ground in a daze, and her face gradually turned a little pale.

Suddenly, a hand flickered in front of her eyes, she was stunned, came back to her senses, and looked at the person next to her.

Lieghosti looked at her thoughtfully and smiled:

"Girl, what are you worried about?"

Qianling looked at the ambiguity in his eyes, her face flushed slightly, and she quickly shook her head:

"No, I have nothing to worry about......"

Lie's ghost touched his chin and blinked:

"Looks like you're in Ellens, or is he a healing type?"

"No, no, what's the 'good' ......" Qianling glanced at him angrily, but her cheeks gradually reddened.

Lie looked at her face as red as a tomato, sighed, and shook her head:

"But from my professional point of view, I'm afraid you're an unrequited love, and it won't work out. ”

Qianling glanced at him, drooped her head a little listlessly, and her voice was low and frustrated:

“…… I know and say. ”

Lie looked at her, sighed slightly, and reached out to rub the fluffy chestnut hair:

"Don't worry, girl. Ordinary healing types can't go to the front line, and you're safe. ”

Feeling the warmth from the wide palm above her head, Qianling raised her head and looked at him.

But he slowly lowered his head, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

The wind swept up the white skirt and gently brushed the yellowed blades of grass on the edge of the dead wood.

In the distance, Xiao Jiu was still lying on the edge of the tree hole, waiting intently. Li Xiaoruo was wearing a pink and white jacket, sitting on the yellowed grass and shaking her legs boredly, and the snow-white little fox tail was swaying leisurely.

The winter wind pierced through the branches of the dead trees, and the scattered dead leaves, large and small, fluttered down like butterflies, inadvertently skimming over a slender black tail tip.

In the distance, the forest is lined with ancient trees, and layers of dead branches rise towards the sky.

When the wind blows, thousands of yellowing leaves sway, rustle and sound like hanging wind chimes.

The girl stood lightly on the branches of the withered trees, her short blond-brown hair curled around her cheeks, and her solemn and dull short black skirt was a little playful, fluttering lightly in the wind.

The wind rises, the leaves fall, and the spinning and flying.

The figure is hidden among the swaying shadows of the leaves and branches, and it is easy to detect.

She stared at the wooded clearing in the distance, the collapsed dead tree trunks, the chestnut-haired girl and the man with white wings beside her, a pair of retracted black wings behind her slowly stretched out, and in a blink of an eye, they were like a breeze sweeping over the branches, and there was no trace.

Leaves are left flying in the sky, like winter snowflakes that spin down and scatter into the withered yellow of the ground.

A light rain drifted on a winter afternoon.

A silver lake is embedded in the forest, and the surface of the clear lake is hazy with small ripples.

The wide leaves dripped rainwater, and suddenly someone reached out and lifted them open.

The Spirited Shadow stepped out from among the layers of leaves on the shore of the lake, moved his bandaged neck and arms a few times, and a pair of folded white wings behind him also fanned lightly, shaking off some raindrops.

Looking at the lake in front of him with smoke and clouds in the drizzle, he whistled in a good mood, looked back at the hazy drizzle forest behind him, and paced slowly along the shore of the lake.

Humming a small tune leisurely, his eyes touched the white bandage on his arm, he reached out and gently tugged at it, shaking his head a little helplessly.

The bandages tied by the little girl are really strangled...... After saying it a few times, it's still tied so tightly.

After a period of recuperation, the injuries on my body have healed a lot. Although he was barely able to move around freely, it was much stronger than when he was unconscious and half-dead at the beginning, relying on illusion to disguise himself and flee down the river.

With a slight pause, he stood by the lake, raised his hand, the red light of his fingertips flashed slightly, and the petite and charming poppies slowly bloomed from his fingertips.

He looked at the crimson poppy floating lightly on his fingertips, thoughtful.

When he escaped from the Spiral Tower, and was chased all the way from Galandelle to here, he had to hide in the river to temporarily avoid the pursuers, and had to use his last strength to condense illusions to wrap his whole body, disguise himself as a red maple leaf, and blend in with other floating maple leaves on the water.

Drifting all the way down the river, he mingled in the maple leaves, fainted and unconscious from serious injuries. In the dream, I was making a bet with myself that maybe the sky would not kill me, and I could rely on the river to reach a safe place, wake up, and find a way to live again.

Just like he said when he joked with Cangyan before, he also wondered if he would meet someone who could see through the illusion and save him?

But in this place far beyond Galandelle, where the demonic forces are everywhere...... And even if someone could see through the illusion and save him, what if that person was a demon, a pursuer, or some other dangerous person?

The red light was like a mist, and the poppy flowers bloomed in the mist.

He looked at his fingertips, smiled unconsciously, and sighed helplessly.

I really didn't expect it......

It's going to be that clumsy girl. is not very old, but his experience is so similar to his.

But......

With a flick of his fingers, the red poppy dissipated in the wind.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the gray sky full of dark clouds, the fine rain was falling and his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he frowned.

...... four-leaf clover?

The unknown Yuci who survived with his broken wings was able to see through his poppy illusion so easily......

So ...... exactly?

The sky is vast, and the sea of clouds is surging.

The lake is quiet, the water vapor is thick, and the rain spreads small ripples on the water surface, causing a blurry mist.

The young man's black robe slowly descended from the surging sky of the sea of clouds, his slender and powerful black wings stretched out in the air, and his long black hair scattered on his shoulders and waist, gently blowing in the wind.

His thin and slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and he looked at the figure on the shore of the lake below, his beautiful and handsome face could not ripple for half a minute, and a pair of red eyes were bloody, and the demon was as red as a blooming flower on the other side of the road.

The breeze shuttles, and sings in a low voice.

seemed to suddenly notice something, Lie Chongying was stunned, looked up suddenly, his pupils trembled, and he suddenly contracted:

"Moon...... God?"