A few strands of chestnut hair curled up on his head, like a few lively blades of grass, and he shook lightly in the morning breeze. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Qianling got up from the floor with a bitter face, rubbed her arms painfully, patted the ash on her white skirt gently, and muttered in a low voice:

"This rune stone doesn't work well at all......"

It seems to be quite convenient, but every time she teleports to another place, the vortex at the teleportation exit is always a certain distance from the ground, so that her feet can't step on the ground every time, and she often falls in various weird postures.

"You don't know how to use it yourself, but it's the runestone's fault?" said in a faint voice.

Qianling raised her head and saw Lan Feng sitting behind the table by the window, quietly flipping through the book in his hand, as expressionless as ever.

The sky was not yet fully light, and there was a faint light outside the window.

Qianling looked at him wearing the gray fox fur coat, sitting quietly by the window and flipping through the thick book on the table, holding a pen circle from time to time to sketch, it seemed that he had been sitting there for a long time.

"Lan Feng, how early do you get up every day?"

Qianling looked at him, entangled for a while, but couldn't help but ask.

In the past few days, she has gotten up early every morning before dawn, thinking that she will finally find a job, and she has to work harder and more diligently to let Lan Feng see her sincerity.

But without exception, every day when she thought she had arrived at the study early, Lan Feng was already sitting by the window early.

Either read the book, or review the materials sent by Qing Tong, or trim the white flower branch on the table.

In short, I haven't seen him idle.

With short dark purple hair flicked, Lan Feng looked at the book in his hand, frowning lightly as if he was in deep thought.

Seeing that he ignored her, Qianling straightened a few strands of chestnut hair like weeds on her head, and turned around and walked towards the bookshelf on the other side of the study with a habitual look.

What a brother...... She remembered that Xiao Yue didn't like to take care of people before.

took out a thick book from the bookshelf and flipped through it, wiped the ashes with a rag, Qianling glanced at Lan Feng, who was still contemplative by the window, and quietly raised her eyebrows and pursed her mouth.

The morning breeze blows from the vast forest sea above the canyon, bringing the fragrance of fresh grass leaves.

The shadows of the trees outside the window swayed, gradually fading a little, adding a layer of faint golden light.

It's dawn.

The silver bell at the wrist quietly jingled.

Qianling put down the book in her hand, shook her arm that was a little sore, stretched comfortably, yawned again, and tears appeared in her eyes.

During these days, she got up before dawn, and she was so sleepy that she yawned all day long.

yawning a few times in succession, Qianling rubbed her eyes, and looked at the Lan Feng, who was shrouded in the hazy morning light outside the window, showing a soft outline.

Lan Feng got up earlier than her every day, but he never saw him yawn, and sat there motionless all day, as if he was nailed to a chair.

Probably feeling a strange gaze, Lan Feng slowly raised his head and glanced this way, and his voice was faint:

"Done cleaning up?"

Qianling was stunned for a moment, quickly shook her head, turned her head back and continued to wipe the book in her hand.

Deep purple hair bathed in the hazy morning light outside the window, gilded with a layer of pale gold. Lan Feng looked at her, slowly retracted his gaze, turned the page of the book in his hand, and his voice was calm and unwavering:

"I don't have to come over tomorrow. ”

Qianling was stunned, turned her head to stare at him, and her amber eyes widened:

“...... What?"

"Why, I've never been late......"

Lan Feng watched her hurriedly put down the book in her hand, and looked like she was rushing over to reason with him, blinking, still expressionless:

"There will be a formal welcome ceremony in two days, and you go and inform the orcs from the Whisper Valley, and the Qing Tong will tell you the details. ”

Qianling breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

She almost thought she was going to be fired by Lan Feng......

"Welcome ceremony?" Qianling's eyes showed a hint of doubt, "Is there another welcome ceremony?"

Lan didn't raise his head, and his voice was faint and calm:

"Naturally, the orcs from the Bards are all participating, and you are no exception. ”

Qianling looked at him, her eyes revealing curiosity:

"Why is there a welcome ceremony all of a sudden?"

It has been more than two months since they came to the Demon Clan's territory at the bottom of this canyon from the Bard's Valley, and the Orc people are gradually getting used to life here, and the Demon Clan treats them as always with discrimination and indifference, and even walking on the street is sometimes looked at with contempt.

Qianling has gradually gotten used to it, although sometimes she feels very sad and sometimes very annoyed when she is kicked out for some reason, but for her, it doesn't matter much.

In the eyes of the Demon Clan, the Orc Clansmen from the Yinfeng River Valley are just Laipi who go to other people's territories to eat and drink for nothing, but Qianling knows that in this Demon Clan's territory where racial discrimination is rampant, the discrimination and exclusion of the Orc Clan have made it impossible for them to find any jobs at all, and they can only rely on the daily food supply of the Demon Clan.

And every day she lives here, including the milk that Li Xiaoruo drinks, all rely on her part-time job here in Lanfeng and rely on her own labor in exchange, so she has a little more peace of mind.

The eyelashes drooped lightly, dyed with a faint golden morning light. Lan Feng didn't look at her, and his voice was still flat:

"My clan has never had a precedent for other tribes to move in, and this is the first time, so I have to give an explanation to my clansmen. This welcoming ceremony can be regarded as our clan's official acceptance of you. Previously, due to the affairs of Galandal's bases, the welcome ceremony had to be postponed for the time being, but now that it is empty, it is natural to start preparing again. ”

Lan Feng raised his head and looked at her:

"I don't have to come here for these two days, I'll come back after the ceremony. ”

Qianling took the book in her hand and nodded, and let out a low "oh".

It was nearly noon, and the sun was hazy and clear, pouring down from the swaying leaves, and the thick branches were flickering.

The breeze blows, the green canopy of trees swaying like the waves of the ocean, and the fresh scent of leaves fills the air.

The long hair is like ink, smeared with hazy sunlight, and the soft hair is glowing with the faint honey color of the sun, quietly hanging down on the chest and waist, and blowing lightly in the wind.

The young man stood quietly on the slender and thick branches of the sacred tree, a dark black robe dancing lightly in the wind, faintly glowing with a dark red manzhu sawa pattern.

The shadows of the trees are mottled, and the light and shadow are flickering.

It was silent, except for the rustle of the canopy of the trees by the wind.

The young man was bathed in the hazy golden sunlight, a pair of black wings hung low behind him, and his handsome and thin figure was slightly thin.

The long eyelashes hang lightly, and the sun is misty, as if it are transparent.

He quietly looked down in a certain direction under the branches of the Divine Tree, a pair of crystal clear dark red eyes precipitated with blood.

Looking along his line of sight, he could see that not far from the branches of the sacred tree, there was a tree house with flickering lights.

The carved window lattice, which is slightly open, bathes in the scorching fire of the lanterns under the eaves, warm and bright.

There is a faint silhouette on the window lattice.

It looked like a girl, wiping a book in her hand, yawning lazily and stretching from time to time.

The red eyes are magnificent.

The young man quietly stared at the silhouette on the window lattice, a shallow curvature faintly appeared on his lips, and there was a little nostalgia in the gentleness.