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Quietly staring at the golden pale golden laurel branches and leaves surrounded by the pitch-black crows on the opposite side of the platform, he nodded slowly, and waved his robe slightly.

The black rose feather on the forehead slowly emerged, and the brilliance shimmered.

The flock of pitch-black crows hovering in the air let out a terrible hiss, and gradually collapsed into thousands of pitch-black petals, devouring and merging with each other, gradually condensing into a pitch-black rose, which quietly dissipated with the wind.

The golden light is scorching, holy and noble.

The laurel feather at the center of the forehead of the snow clearing mirror gave the brilliance to flow, gradually dimmed and melted a little, and quietly extinguished.

The pale golden laurel branches and leaves that spread and stretched from the air overflowed with golden light, and the slender branches and leaves were crystal clear and distinct, gradually becoming hazy and transparent, turning into a little pale golden halo and dissolving.

The white robe is plain and spotless, but there are a few traces of blood faintly oozing from many places such as the arms and back, which looks particularly dazzling.

Fine beads of sweat oozed faintly from his forehead, and Qingxue Jing straightened the sweat-soaked blonde hair on her cheeks, and respectfully saluted the old man on the other side of the platform.

The snow-white slender wings hung down behind him, and the snow-white feathers were faintly messy, revealing a few scratches, faintly oozing blood.

The old man saluted in the same posture, raised his eyes to look at the few traces of blood on Qingxuejing's body, and his eyes revealed a little concern:

"The injury is okay, I don't have to train for the next two days, let's go back and rest." ”

"No need, this little wound will heal soon, and I hope you will continue to teach me tomorrow. ”

The voice was calm and unwavering, without the slightest hesitation, as if it were something that would be normal.

Qingxue Mirror still maintained a saluting posture, with a persistent and firm expression.

The old man looked at him and nodded, his eyes showing some affirmation and approval:

"He is worthy of being a disciple of Xuan Lao, who is more diligent and diligent than rumored, and it is my honor to be your mentor. ”

"Qi Lao praised falsely, and Qingxue Mirror was ashamed. "Bow respectfully.

The old man's old and solemn face showed a hint of a smile, and he nodded slowly, and the slender and wide wings behind him stretched out, and they had dissipated in the wind in an instant.

The long blonde hair reflects the hazy sunlight and dances gently in the wind, glowing with a soft sheen.

Qingxue Jing looked down at the blood stains that were faintly oozing from under the torn and broken white robe on his arm, and frowned slightly.

The hand gently caressed the wound, and the pale golden halo in the palm of the palm quietly overflowed, the brilliance was scorching, warm and soft.

The burning pain in the wound gradually lessened a little.

"Mirror—!" the voice came from afar.

The sound of wings stretching in the air was heard.

Short light blue hair blows in the wind, and silver bell earrings jingle in the wind.

Mingshui jade descended lightly from the sky, followed by Seven Gardens Hibiscus and Rosenbei.

"You're here. ”

Qingxue looked at them, and a faintly tired face showed a smile.

"We've been here for a long time, you're so focused, of course you didn't notice. ”

Ming Shuiyu grinned, his eyes glanced at the white robes on his body that were stained red with blood, and frowned slightly:

"Jing, why are you injured! What's going on with this Qi Lao, he knows that you are a healing type, and he is still so heavy!"

"It's okay, it's okay, the mirror's laurel feather has first-class healing ability, this kind of injury can be done in two minutes!"

Rosenbay patted him on the shoulder with a big grin.

Qing Xuejing's face suddenly turned a little pale, and the corners of his mouth showed a little reluctant smile.

"Oh, Rosenbay, you dead man, you hurt him!" Mingshuiyu glared and pulled Rosenbay over.

"Hmm, I'm hurt more, okay...... You eccentric people ......"

Rosenbay muttered dissatisfiedly, the several large bags bulging on his bandaged head were still steaming, and he looked tearful, and the whole person looked aggrieved and funny.

"Mirror, are you okay?" Qiyuan Jin looked at the blood-stained white robe that saw the snow mirror, and frowned slightly.

Qingxue Jing shook his head, his slightly pale cheeks with a shallow smile, and looked at the bandages on Rosenbey's face and the big bag on his head, and there was a little smile in his eyes:

"Who beat Rosenbay again?"

Qiyuan Hibiscus followed his line of sight and snorted from his nose nonchalantly:

"He deserves it!"

Qingxue looked at her, then at Rosenbay, smiled and didn't speak.

"Speaking of which, ...... mirror," Qiyuan Hibiscus looked at his pale and tired face, and his voice was as soft as a sigh, "This is just training, you don't have to work so hard to get yourself hurt......"

Qingxue Mirror smiled faintly:

"Don't worry, with the healing power of Laurel Feather, these injuries will recover quickly. ”

Qiyuan Hibiscus frowned slightly, and his eyes showed worry:

"But ......"

"Holy Angel!" the voice came from the air.

A gold-armored guard landed beside Qingxue Mirror with his wings stretched and smoothly, saluted respectfully, and bowed respectfully to Qiyuan Hibiscus and the others. Looking at Qingxue Mirror again, as if he wanted to say something, he looked at Qiyuan Hibiscus and the others, and stopped talking.

Qingxue looked at him, as if he realized something, and a glimmer of brilliance suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Mirror, what's wrong?" Qiyuan Hibiscus looked at him.

Qingxuejing's pale golden eyes hid the previous tiredness, a little more radiant, and a pair of snow-white wings behind him slowly unfolded, and his voice was very light and eager, a little apologetic:

"I'm sorry, there's still something to do in the temple that hasn't been taken care of, I have to go first. ”

"What temple are you going to when you're hurt...... Hey!"

Ming Shuiyu was stunned and watched him disappear above the platform in an instant, glanced at Luo Senbei, and then at Qiyuan Hibiscus, with a trace of helplessness in his eyes:

"Jing really doesn't know how to take care of his body at all, except for work and training all day long, and the time is full, won't he be tired?"

Rosenbay glanced in the direction he had disappeared and sighed:

"Did you meet him on the first day? Hasn't he always been like this......

"However," Rosenbay frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "The mirror does seem to be a little abnormal recently, except for training desperately all day, just staying in the temple to review materials, and I haven't even been back to the Laurel Palace recently." He's always been a workaholic, but that's not it......"

"Hmm...... What you said makes sense," Ming Shuiyu nodded, touched his chin and looked worried, "And according to my experience, I'm afraid he is ......"

Rosenbay's eyes widened and did not blink, while Qiyuan Hibiscus watched her quietly, with a bit of curiosity in her eyes.

Ming Shuiyu's expression was serious and serious, word by word, and his tone was firm:

"Broken in love!"