Feeling that gaze, the young man looked up, and the movements of his hands stopped, his white face under the cloak was clear and handsome, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a hint of a smile.

Maybe it was an illusion, Qianling felt that this person didn't seem surprised to see her. Being in the secret realm enchantment, not only was he not half surprised by being disturbed by people's abruptness, but he had a feeling of expectation. It's like waiting for her.

didn't have time to think about it, Qianling spoke before the teenager, and ran a few steps closer in her little boots: "I'm sorry, I'm ...... I didn't mean to break in, I got lost......"

The young man's starry black pupils looked at her, the corners of his mouth were still smiling, and he said slowly:

"It doesn't matter. ”

Ah, the sound is nice too.

Qianling thought to himself. It's the kind of voice that is very elegant, the kind of voice unique to a school-tying boy who is very good at reading.

"It's beautiful here, isn't it?" he said to himself, raising his finger to play with the starlight, the huge constellations and dense stars in the vast sea of stars above his head all moved with his fingertips, and the Milky Way flowed, "It's a secret area isolated by the enchantment." It's my own territory. ”

The young man blinked his eyes and looked at her, and the thin stars in the clear black pupils were about to overflow:

"How did you get in?"

Seeing that Qianling couldn't say why for a long time, he smiled lightly again, raised his chin slightly, and raised his eyebrows lightly:

"You have secrets. ”

Faintly seemed to hear footsteps, Qianling sighed in her heart, and ran closer with burning eyebrows:

"You—Do you know where there is an exit from this temple? I'm in a hurry right now......"

The young man tilted his head slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied: "Don't you talk for a while? Few people can come in here......

But he raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction to the right.

"Thank you!" Qianling didn't have time to say more, hurriedly ran in that direction, and waved back and thanked him as she ran.

The boy smiled and waved his hand, until he saw the girl disappear into the enchantment, he tilted his head slightly, his fingers brushed the silky hair under the cloak, and the meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth added a little chill -

It's like playing a fun game of cat and mouse.

Out of the enchantment, it was indeed an abandoned side door, Qianling looked at the temple full of stars in the back, and ran towards the door with the key in his hand.

What now?

Toes tossing and turning beside the suspended boulder, the night wind flows under the feet, rolling up the clouds, far below is the Twelve Pavilions, and below is the brightly lit floating city-

There is no escape.

Can you only sit back and wait to be caught? Qianling looked at the fluttering Yun Fei a little dizzy, clutched the key in her palm, and gradually gritted her teeth unwillingly.

Xiao Yu is still uncertain about life and death in the Spiral Tower, and Xiao Yue is still forgetting her life and waiting for her to go home! Even the Spiral Key is in her hands, how can she give up now! Isn't it just chasing soldiers? Isn't it just running for her life? Nothing was carried at the beginning, not to mention that now she has crossed the snowy mountains, crossed the battlefield, can wear enchantments, and has a four-leaf clover by her side—who wants to give up easily?

The light lit up from the center of her eyebrows for a moment, and Qian Lingxin turned sideways and ran in the other direction, plunging headlong into the night mist surging at the other end of the temple.

The Star Luo Temple is the location of the Elder Pavilion, and a large part of the Elder Pavilion is a large number of veterans who have been on the battlefield three hundred years ago, and these people are more or less disabled except for the particularly old, so they must have other ways to travel besides flying.

Qianling suddenly remembered the young man who pointed the way in the sea of stars in the secret realm, his bandaged wings—

Probably a young elder...... The wings were wrapped like that, and they must have been badly damaged.

She thought back to the appearance of the young man, and secretly made such a conclusion.

Through the thick night fog, an abandoned suspension bridge appeared on the edge of the cliff that should have no road, hanging loosely in the night sky, and the other end disappeared into the deeper fog on the other side of the sky, unable to distinguish the direction and outline.

Would the pampered elders of Ellen Iss travel on this tattered and shaky suspension bridge......?

Qianling stopped in front of the drawbridge, looked at the thick fog, and hesitated. The wind from the depths of the sky lifted the small white cloak, and also lifted the hair under the cape, and the four-leaf clover shimmered uneasily between the strands of hair.

Suddenly, there was the sound of the wind, the sound of feathers crossing the wind, and the robe was curling, like a light wave in the night.

"Let's get caught. ”

The young man's cold voice was magnetic, as if coming from a dream, and it seemed that many times in the trance, he had dreamed of such a scene.

Qianling froze in place.

The wings of the snow clearing mirror stretched and fell to the ground, the white-robed snow swept in the night wind, the crystal clear laurel longbow in his hand was opened, and the sharp red gold arrow pointed at the person in the white cloak on the edge of the cliff, and his voice was cold:

"Not many people know about this path. Who are you, and what is the purpose of trespassing into the Star Luo Temple?"

The man remained unresponsive, standing there with his back to him, motionless. The white cloak was swept in the wind, and a few strands of hair were faintly exposed, looking at her height and size, she looked like a girl.

After not receiving a response for a long time, Qingxue Mirror slowly frowned, and the longbow in his hand was pulled apart a little.

Between the lightning and flint, a golden arrow broke through the air with a strong wind, piercing the ground and splashing sparks, the tip of the arrow had sunk deep into the rock, cracking a few inconspicuous gaps.

Qianling looked at the golden arrow that was still shining brightly at her feet, her whole person trembled, and slowly clenched her hands. The cold key sank into the palm of his hand, deeply, deeply, almost scarred with blood.

"Don't make me ask a second time. ”

The voice was cold, the white robe of the snow mirror reflected in the night wind, and the holy light on the fingertips lit up and turned into a long arrow again, slowly and elegantly pulling the bow on the wind, and the tip of the cold arrow pointed directly at the position of the vest of the person in front of him.

“……”

Qianling slowly closed her eyes, opened them again, and took a slight breath.

There was a voice in the bottom of my heart, mocking, sad and self-defeating.

That's pretty much it...... Bad fate.

The sound of dense footsteps and the clashing of swords and halberds and armor came from all directions, showing a tendency of outflanking.

She stood on the edge of the cliff and slowly looked up at the sky, her lips quivering slightly as shadows leaked out from under her cloak, shadows covering her cheeks.

……

……

"Will be back...... I will be back. ”

……

……

"Good. ”

……

……

The fluorescent light lit up from the center of the eyebrows in an instant, like a flame rising, and the light of the four-leaf clover was scorching. Qianling stepped onto the shaky and broken suspension bridge and ran forward regardless of it, shouting behind him, the sound of swords unsheathed, and the sound of gongs and drums, but they also turned into a mess in the sound of breaking and shattering one after another.

Tears rolled out of her breath, and she ran forward, her eyes red, and tears finally fell out.

How many times in the smoke of war, the killing machine was filled with rivers of blood, but she was not afraid at all, because there was always a pair of arms that would take her into a safe and warm embrace, and the beautiful and powerful wings of that person were the color of the night, and gently covered all the violent wind and rain.

Now she is the only one here, and she is desperate. I have never missed it so much, and I have never been so desperate to ......

I want to go home.

Qing Xuejing looked at the weapons that broke one after another like a chain explosion of the guards around him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he looked up again in a daze, and the figure had fled onto the suspension bridge, stumbling but with a desperate momentum.

Snow-white wings stretched, and he slowly rose into the night sky from the crowd of panicked guards, his plain white fingertips clenched the arrow feathers, and a beam of red gold arrow light shuttled up between the lightning and flint—

But as if disturbed by something, it carried arrows through the drawbridge, but failed to hit the man who fled in a hurry.

He frowned, and the look of surprise flashed in his eyes again, and before he could stop, he pulled his bow again, and another golden light swirled forward with the wave of fire—

This time, it was still missed, and only the strong wind from the arrow body grazed the man's calf, splashing a bloody mark, and the pure white cloak also cut a crack. And she was still running away in spite of it, and she didn't care about the bleeding from the wound on her calf.

Qingxue Jingjing's eyebrows frowned, and the laurel longbow in his hand turned into a light flop and dispersed, and the light turned into a long sword again. His snow-white wings stretched, his speed suddenly increased, and he brought a series of phantoms, and the scorching tip of the holy light pierced straight into the man's heart—

It was still the invisible force that lurked in the night and deflected the tip of the sword, and the laurel sword grazed the girl's ear through the cloak and hat, cutting a bloody mark on the cheek!

Then the night was like ink, and the stars were gone.

The girl fell on the drawbridge with blood streaming from her face and legs, and her cloak and hat fell off, revealing her scattered messy hair, and her red eyes full of tears, clear and clear amber, so bright that it reminded people of the slopes of the lily of the valley on a rainy day, and the deep and shallow singing that went straight to the soul......

The snow clearing mirror froze for a moment.

Su Bai's fingers clenched the hilt of the sword, and the fingertips suddenly began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, so that he could no longer hold it, and the sword fell from his hand, landed on the drawbridge, and disappeared as a ball of light.

The blood on his face could be seen to fade, leaving only pale and trance, and he moved his lips, but it was a hoarse and dry voice, and he struggled and couldn't believe to pronounce the words that the two midnight reincarnations had been called a thousand times:

"Little ...... Ling?"

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