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The forest in early winter precipitates the colorful prosperity of autumn, which is a little more quiet and peaceful.

A small stream meanders through the forest, and a few leaves of autumn red maple float on the clear water. The orange-red maple leaves are dyed with a touch of green, and the edges are scorched yellow, drifting around with the cool water waves, inadvertently stained with a few small droplets of light water.

Qianling held a bamboo kettle, squatted by the stream, and scooped up a pot of clean water from the clear water.

Xiao Jiu lay on the side of the stream and took a nap, a pair of membranous wings warmly tucked at his side, and the slender tail spines swayed leisurely.

The early winter wind lost the last trace of warmth, bringing a little coldness.

Qianling stood up with a bamboo pot filled with water, her soft and warm long skirt brushing from her calves, the hem of her snow-white skirt was dotted with light and lively pale green four-leaf clover, and her neck and wrists were surrounded by warm white fluff.

The early winter wind came from afar, rolling up the white skirt, and the light and ethereal green four-leaf clover rose like the wind, swaying, light and ethereal, as if it was about to fall from the skirt.

Chestnut hair, neither long nor short, flutters gently over the shoulders with the pace of the cold winter wind.

She looked at the pale blue sky, the wisps of floating clouds out of shape, like a few traces of a bird passing by, ready to be erased by the cold wind.

As winter came, Qianling took off her slender and light knee-length white skirt and replaced it with this thicker and warmer winter dress.

This long dress was originally made for her by herself when she was in the Yinfeng River Valley, and it was only half completed. Later, the Yinfeng River Valley was destroyed by the war, and after Qianling transferred to the territory of the Demon Clan, she slowly and patiently completed the second half according to the method taught her by Li Sang.

Soft and comfortable fabric, delicate and elegant pale green clover pattern......

Look at this long dress, touch it, put it on...... It seems that she can remember the fox girl who is only a few years older than her, but gentle and careful like a spring willow.

In the territory of the demon clan far away from her homeland, Qianling has no relatives or compatriots, but she has never forgotten the beginning of leaving Ellen Is.

In the most difficult and confused time, she selflessly accepted her homeless and gave her warmth and trust.

Lisan, Lisan.

I will take care of Xiaoruo, and I will protect Xiaoguo.

Whenever I was discriminated against and encountered difficulties in the demon clan territory at the bottom of that canyon, I was depressed and wanted to retreat...... Qianling always read it over and over again in her heart.

The man passed away and became a star.

But it still illuminates her night sky, guiding the long and unknown road ahead.

For the current Qianling, protecting Li Sang's daughter Xiaoruo, as well as the three sisters and brothers Li Jing and Li Xi and Li Xiaoguo who depend on each other for their lives, is the whole content of her life.

A calm and regular life, but it seems that something has changed since the secret experiment of the demon clan that accidentally broke into the forest.

The armor test that seems to be reasonable, but it seems to be cruel and indifferent, like torture, the holy light of the day, and the white smoke that slowly rises from the ravaged and burned skin between the brilliance......

As if inadvertently opening Pandora's box, Qianling watched and listened silently, she could have stayed out of the matter, but she could no longer turn a blind eye.

Because......

The person who endured the experiment was an important family member she worked hard to protect and treated as if she were close to each other.

But they are powerless to shout, to stop, and can only watch it happen.

Qianling finally shrank up like a weak snail, closed her eyes, covered her ears, didn't look, didn't listen, didn't think about anything.

But since the sudden appearance of the self-proclaimed "bodyguard" guard girl Longya, things seem to have taken some unexpected turns again.

Maybe it's because I'm always breathing a sigh of relief, or maybe I'm really not used to people staying on the roof all day to "watch" their every move...... Qianling hardened her heart and refused Longya's kind "care".

But in the end, even if he was helpless to find Lan Feng, he didn't expect that not only did he not be able to invite this "Big Buddha" back, but he also took the initiative to quit the job that he had been waiting for under the dome of the Shenmu and finally begged from Lan Feng......

Whenever she remembered that day she turned around and left, Qianling weighed the little pride in her heart, and at the same time, she drooped her head listlessly, sighing faintly like a melancholy little old man.

When I first asked Lan Feng for this job, I originally hoped to rely on my own labor to make a living, and at the same time, I could also repay the demon clan's kindness as much as possible......

Now she easily threw away the job herself.

didn't frustrate for long, Qianling quickly figured it out, and got up again, thinking that maybe it would be good.

After witnessing the armor experiment in the forest, like waking up a person in a dream, Qianling suddenly realized it very clearly......

Many things are no longer something she can control independently, let alone easily escape the past by closing her eyes and covering her ears.

It's okay to pretend you didn't see it, you didn't hear it......

But the heart seemed to be wrapped in vines, and it was so uncomfortable that it was difficult to breathe.

She is like a snail curled up in vain, curled up tighter and tighter, curled deeper and deeper, and could not pull it out again.

In the headquarters of the demon clan at the bottom of the canyon, Qianling's biggest involvement and connection, except for Jing Li and Sanshi who were friends, was only the person above the Divine Wood Dome......

The person who used to be inseparable day and night, but now he doesn't know how to face it.

Ellens has been fighting against the Demon Clan for generations, and she is the escaped criminal who should have been executed, and he is the king of the Demon Clan.

She is destined to be displaced, caught in the cracks of war, and it is difficult to find a glimmer of life;

And he is destined to stand on the cusp......

Become a king, lose a villain.

Qianling looked at the pale blue sky in a daze, chestnut hair brushing lightly on her cheeks.

is no longer the person who was able to go to Tianshui Market hand in hand to buy groceries......

There's no going back.

Whether it is Ellens, or wings, or the belonging and glory of angelism......

There's no going back.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and Qianling slowly lowered her eyelids to look at the sparkling clear stream.

Ever since she had lost her wings and fallen from the floating island, she had stopped seeing herself as an angel or as a person of Erenis. Although in many cases, there are still many remnants of the nature and instinct of being an angel, such as...... When getting along with the people of the demon clan, there is always a little resistance in my heart.

And since the raid of Ellens, the fall of the Yinfeng Valley, Risang Jinhyuk died tragically at the hands of the Angel Guards...... I have to admit that in the deepest and deepest heart, the original longing and loyalty to the homeland have long been powerless to shatter, and the fatigue and disappointment are like vines entangled, and it is difficult to struggle to breathe.

Ps. chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and starting coins~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is over, I'll pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation vote, and finally rush a handful!