Qianling stood in the center of the scattered crowd, her long white skirt flying up, as if swept away by an uneasy and manic wind. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The chestnut strands that were supple and scattered across the chest were raging and slightly messy around the cheeks.

She looked in amazement at the crowd of onlookers around her, who had been scattered and scattered almost instantly, and then her face was pale, and she got up screaming and fled in all directions, and the sea of thousands of lanterns above seemed to be stirred by a storm, swaying sharply!

The swaying black shadows dragged the ragged robes and the scattered swift bat shadows in swarms, like a sudden wind and rain, shuttling from the crumbling sea of lanterns, with a long, deep and echoing howl, like a midnight ghost dancing and wailing!

Qianling stared blankly at the hundreds of shadows shuttling in the sky, and close to her ears was the childish and hoarse cry of a child.

Immature and green, vaguely mixed with a bit of poignancy and sharpness, a little bit of bone-eater.

Like ghosts wreaking havoc.

"Xiao Ruo......?"

She stared blankly at Li Xiaoruo, who was curled up in her arms and crying bitterly, the hot and treacherous black gas swirled around her, and more and more fragments of pitch-black bat shadows rose from her body like burning ashes, merging into the thousands of shadows that were raging in the sky.

The tall man in front of him had already been swept out of the air, fell not far away, faintly twitched a few times, and did not move. It's just that the whole body is covered with layers of swirling black qi like flames......

Like a charred corpse.

His hand trembled, and he slowly stroked Li Xiaoruo's cheeks full of tears.

Qianling gently hugged her tightly, pressed against her wet cheeks, and gently stroked her soft aqua blue hair with her hand, and said softly:

"Xiao Ruo, calm down, calm down...... It's all right, it's all right......"

The little fox ears of the white velvet trembled slightly, still shrunk and drooped beside their heads.

The little hand clutched her shirt tightly, Li Xiaoruo hissed and cried, big tears rolling down her cheeks, wetting the curly water-blue hair on her cheeks.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay......"

The warm temperature came from the cheeks that were gently pressed against each other.

The soft sound in the ears is repeated over and over again, like gentle waves lapping against the restless and trance shore.

The hoarse cry paused, getting smaller, getting smaller......

Long.

There was only a low sobbing in my ears.

The long, curly eyelashes were wet with tears, trembling, and slowly lifted, revealing the pale gold and blood red that flowed like light and night.

Li Xiaoruo seemed to gradually calm down, twitching her nose slightly, and a pair of tear-filled eyes were intertwined with pale gold and dark red light, and the brilliance was overflowing.

Qianling watched as the black gas around her gradually faded, the dense fog that was like a thick mist quietly dispersed with the wind, and the sharp and hoarse howls in her ears gradually faded......

Breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Ruo, are you okay?"

Qianling looked at Li Xiaoruo, who had been holding her shirt tightly although she was quiet in her arms, and gently stroked her cheeks with some concern, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly.

The water blue hair curled slightly, Li Xiaoruo cried a little hiccup, and her eyes were red, like a little rabbit.

"Mommy, Mommy......"

Li Xiaoruo jumped up and hugged her neck tightly, her immature voice was a little hoarse, mixed with crying:

"If you don't want others to bully your mother, if you want to protect your mother......"

Qianling was slightly stunned, feeling the small but firm strength of the little arms that hugged her tightly......

The corners of his eyes were moist, and his nose suddenly became a little sour.

But the heart is as soft as a sweet marshmallow about to melt.

"Thank you......" hugged the child in her arms tightly, Qianling gently buried her cheeks in her soft aqua blue hair, and closed her eyes, "Thank you, Xiaoruo." ”

The breeze flows, with a bit of winter cold, shuttling down from the branches and leaves of the sacred trees swaying above the canyon.

Thousands of hanging lanterns swayed, as if after a devastating storm, they gradually returned to calm.

It's just that the streets and rooftops are littered with crashed lanterns, burned to the black, and the eyes are full of messes.

Seeing that the black shadows like ghosts crying wolves seemed to gradually disappear, the frightened crowd stopped running and crowded densely on both sides of the street, looking at the empty center of the street, the child in the arms of the girl in the chestnut hair and white dress, looking at each other with dark red eyes, surprised, curious and afraid, and did not dare to get closer.

"...... kid?"

"That's right, it's that kid...... As soon as she cried, those inexplicable ghosts popped out......"

"The children of the orc tribe are so violent...... I—I'm not going to watch anymore, it's scared to death......"

Qianling looked at the crowd of people who were hiding in the distance, pointing and talking at her and Li Xiaoruo in her arms, but they didn't dare to get closer, and hugged Li Xiaoruo in her arms a little uneasily.

"Dead, dead!"

"Dead!"

Suddenly there was an exclamation.

Scattered people who tried to get closer to this side gathered around the motionless man lying on the ground not far away, stretched out their hands to probe his snort, and several people's faces suddenly "brushed" a little pale, and a pair of dark red eyes looked at Qianling on the empty street and Li Xiaoruo in her arms, surprised and incredulous.

"Killed, killed!"

"Orcs kill people in the streets!"

"Murderer, murderer!"

"Orcs dare to kill people on the territory of our demon clan, is there any heavenly reason!"

Angry and astonished voices rolled up like a monstrous wave, filling the streets.

More and more people came from both ends of the street, gathered around the dead man's body, shouted angrily at Qianling in the center of the street, pointed and scolded, but always kept a certain distance and did not dare to approach.

Qianling looked at those angry and accusatory eyes, and her ears were densely packed with invective......

Slowly hugged Li Xiaoruo, who was crying a little tired in her arms, holding her neck listlessly and drooping fox ears, and Qianling slowly took a few steps back with some uneasiness.

You can't continue to stimulate Xiao Ruo.

Qianling pursed her lips and turned around with Li Xiaoruo in her arms, but saw that not far behind her was already densely packed with people, the streets were blocked, and even the surrounding eaves were full of demon clansmen who rushed from the streets and houses in all directions after hearing the movement.

The sound of discussion and invective obscured the sky.

Qianling hugged Li Xiaoruo tightly, and slowly took a step back at a loss.

Suddenly, a slight light ripple spread beside itself, like a breeze rising from the ground, gently blowing away the chestnut hair on Qianling's shoulders.

The black dress fluttered, like a blooming night rose pouring down silently.

Ear-length short hair is capable and concise,

The toes touched the ground, and the green water appeared silently on Qianling's side like a gust of breeze, her short hair was lightly brushed, and a pair of black membrane wings were gently retracted.

The restless crowd around looked at her stunned, looking at each other, but the discussion and condemnation gradually subsided like a wave.

"Isn't that Qingtong-sama......"

"She's a confidant of Lord Lan Feng, and she rarely shows up in person, how can she be here......?"

"Could it be that this has already reached the Dome of the Divine Tree? so quickly?"

"Isn't it, these orcs can't eat and walk around now, there's a good show to watch!"

……

……

The voice of schadenfreude and curiosity and anticipation sounded low, and it was mixed into a commotion.

"Qing Yu ......?"

Qianling looked at Qingyun, who she hadn't seen for a long time since she left the study, and frowned lightly in a daze, a little surprised, and a little uneasy.

Ignoring the crowd of people who were talking and guessing curiously, Qing Yun turned around expressionlessly, walked to the chestnut-haired girl beside him, and saluted respectfully, her voice was flat and clear:

"Miss Qianling, Lord Lan Feng is invited. ”