"I'm going out~" Finally, when Xiao Meow let go of Lin Qianqian, he jumped up and down to release a white fluorescent line to let everyone out of the Fengshen Road. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Qianqian looked at his active back, and always read inexplicably sad. She always felt that there was a beautiful girl with great ambitions living in Xiao Meow's heart, and maybe she would say good morning, good afternoon and good night to him, right, it should be like this. Although he is his dearest and dearest master, he can never replace that girl. Even if he is coquettish and cute to himself every day, why ...... But that girl just now just couldn't understand it.

"Don't think about that anymore." Ning Zixing's voice was soft, interrupting Lin Qianqian's thoughts, and he smiled and pinched Lin Qianqian's nose. Ning Zixing's figure was diluted a lot by the scenery behind him, and the gloomy sky reminded Lin Qianqian that they were out of the tower, the tower that carried all the pain and happiness of Xiao Meow's past, the tower that Lucifer had broken through. What they don't know, Li Yanyu's story. To be honest, I have also been moved by that unfathomable and gentle Seraphim, who will always appear at the moment of his greatest danger, and his red pupils seem to be able to penetrate everything. But now, Paradise Lost is gone, the fallen angels are gone, and Lucifer has been killed by "himself", only to turn into a long water-blue curly hair on his forehead. Think about it, why do you want to cry?

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" Lin Qianqian came back to her senses and was a little surprised, she looked at Ning Zixing with wide eyes.

"Little fool, you're almost writing your anger on your face." Ning Zixing smiled softly, "Come, let's say goodbye here." ”

"Hmm." Lin Qianqian couldn't help but look back.

yes, it's time to say goodbye here. Farewell, Winged People. Farewell, Lancel and the old king. Farewell, Paradise Lost and fallen angels. Farewell, this Far North. Farewell, this ice and snow world and the death of the swan. Farewell, there are still ...... in the path of the gods. Noxue ...... Goodbye.

"Goodbye." Ning Zixing seemed to be taking the lead.

"Goodbye." Lin Qianqian also talked about the exit.

"Phew, you two are not disgusting! Boss, you're a gentleman! How fierce you are when you fight, how can you be so disgusting Wow, needless to say, it must have been Lin Qianqian who trained you. Zhao Yin approached the two of them exaggeratedly, "Wow, boss, you can't hit me!" Hey...... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! It's a big deal, I'm not going to talk about it, oops! Boss, don't take you like this! Okay, okay, I won't say that the boss is numb...... Oops, Lin Qianqian! How dare you hit me...... Wrong, wrong......"

The wind quickly rolled up the snowflakes on the ground, and the snowflakes were serious in their expressions, as if they were singing the last song for the last moving dance of the person who was about to leave. The gloomy sky seemed to want to press on everyone and kiss someone's face. Along the way, the snow-white fox was still guarding the path of the gods, although it also forgot why it was there and for whom.

Along the way, can you still look at the twilight of the gods and see the paradise lost where you once lived? The palace, and the sculpture of the swan looking into the distance. You're all going to be fine. The Far North is not a forgotten corner of the spring breeze, it is the favorite place of snowflakes.

The carriage left a series of clear footprints in the heavy snow, although the inside of the dragon carriage was as warm as spring, Lin Qianqian still hoped that Ning Zixing would hug her tightly, otherwise, ...... Such a heavy parting will overwhelm her. The long curly aqua blue hair caressed her face, and Lin Qianqian closed her eyes to hear Lucifer's whisper...... (To be continued.) )