The gazelle looked around, as if expecting to see something expected, and when a faint voice rang in his ears, he knew that Lucario was ready for anything.

"Ducks!" The Tibetan antelope stopped the gymest that was walking in front.

"What's wrong?" The wreath turned its head and looked at the Tibetan antelope with some confusion.

“HappyBirthday！” Zang Ling's hands were spread, and a little light suddenly lit up behind him.

It was as if the light of a meteor swept across the sky, but it was from the bottom up, bursting from a point of light into an extremely prosperous flower in the high sky, and hundreds of streams of light fell, instantly illuminating the faces of the two people.

"Fireworks!" The wagtail jerked to its feet, jumped up and pointed at the sky.

Fireworks shoot up into the sky, like shooting stars in retrospect, the seeds of flowers scattered in the sky, they bloom freely in the dark, purple sun-like dandelions, falling cyan spider plants, red and gold roses, white dahlias...... Never before had anyone set off fireworks in such a luxurious way, transforming the night sky into a basket of flowers in just a split second.

In such an amazing fireworks feast, not only the wagtail was stunned, but the Tibetan antelope was also stunned, didn't it just say that the good thing was just to let the electric fireflies and sweet fireflies dress up as stars?

The Tibetan antelope turned its head sideways, and the side face of the gymover flowed faintly under the light of the fireworks, and there were thin tear stains.

The Tibetan antelope didn't know why she was crying, a moment ago the wreaves were waving her arms vigorously like a child who had never seen fireworks, and in the blink of an eye, tears flowed down.

"It's beautiful!" The wagtail whispered.

After a moment of silence, the last huge firework bomb rose into the sky, and at the extremely high zenith, it exploded. Yan purple, lake green, water blue, moon white, goose yellow...... Rays of light of various colors converge in the sky.

"It's over." The wreath looked at the fireworks that were gradually fading, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Just when the wagtail was still regretting, a light like a star lit up in the forest, which was the electric fireflies and sweet fireflies in the forest, they flew in the forest to their heart's content, marking traces of light.

They flew in an orderly manner, as if there was a clever conductor behind them, and they gradually converged in the air to form a string of words.

“HL，HappyBirthday！”

"Yes......" whispered the wheat, "for me?" ”

"Yes...... Oh, yes! The Tibetan antelope's face was strange, and the development of this matter was a little beyond his imagination, "The prefix is HL, which means 訸鸰, who else would have such a strange name?" ”

The duck slapped the head of the Tibetan antelope: "Whose name is strange?" Your name is strange! ”

The Tibetan antelope touched his head and bared his teeth and smiled, he felt that as long as the duck was happy, it would be enough.

"That's nice...... No one has ever given me such a unique gift. The Wagtail looked at the slowly fading sky and said softly, "Thank you, Gazelle, this is probably the best birthday I've ever had." ”

She suddenly laughed, reached out and scratched the head of the Tibetan antelope, then turned around and left.

The Tibetan antelope caught her blankly, watching her steps suddenly light as a fawn.

He was stunned for a long time, and then chased after him.

The Tibetan antelope bounced up and down behind the wreath, and with a lot of joy in his heart, he turned to the darkness around him, and gave two thumbs up with his hands outstretched.

It's a bit unexpected, but it's always good.

……

In the forest not far from the waterhole.

Lucario, Shock, Poison Brier, and the Rogvet's elves Dream Eater and Metal Monster are all hiding here.

"Hehe, boss, Uncle Ben is doing well this time." Lucario naturally saw the Tibetan antelope's thumb to it, and it wiped its nose a little proudly.

"Hey, you've impressed me a little bit this time." Dream Eater said, it is the conductor who commanded the electric firefly and the sweet firefly to put out the text before.

The fireworks were taken out by Lucario from the space backpack of the Tibetan antelope, which was left over from the previous Xinqi Festival, and fortunately, there was not a single squib.

"Of course, Uncle Ben's idea is top-notch." Lucario said smugly.

Originally, it just wanted to gather the electric fireflies and sweet fireflies, and let them play the stars according to the idea of the Tibetan antelope, but it heard the news of the wowl's birthday today, which made it directly tamper with the Tibetan antelope's mind and wrote and directed the previous scene.

……

Zhuqing City.

Mel dragged his badly injured body to run, followed by a purple figure, who was Cool Leopard, his most trusted companion.

Countless green wind blades flew towards Maier, and the cool leopard flew to resist for his master, but was knocked to the ground by several wind blades and couldn't get up.

"Shhh

Countless colorless blades of wind swept over Maier, across the blond youth's body, cutting through his clothes, cutting his skin, blood flying wildly, red staining his little black gown.

He had changed his course of action countless times, but he had never gotten rid of his opponent, and he didn't even see his opponent's face.

He, Mel, fell, and as the inheritor of the power of the Eight Masters to concentrate on the "beast", he fell, known as the "Grim Reaper of the Wilderness", and the dense wounds on his body flowed with gurgling blood.

Watching Mel fall, the wounded Cool Leopard roared in grief, but it could not do anything about it, and it was already seriously injured, and it could no longer move.

"Can you tell me why you came to kill me?" Mel, who fell to the ground, did not show a trace of fear of death, but smiled, and he seemed to understand something.

"Click......

Footsteps rang in Mel's ears, and a middle-aged man dressed as a priest walked up from the other side of the alley, the book in his hand glowing faintly.

"Sure enough, it's you, Sharo, ahem, ahem......" Mel said with some difficulty, coughing up red blood from time to time, his vision blurred from the blood loss.

The priest man called "Sharo" didn't say a word, just silently watched this life gradually withering under his attack, without a trace of mercy that belonged to the priest, even if this person was his own colleague, collectively known as the Eight Masterpieces.

"Hey, Sharo......" Mel closed his eyes and said what might be the last of his life, "If I close my eyes and see darkness, will there be light when I open my eyes to see the world?" ”

Still did not answer Mel, but silently opened the book in his hand and read what seemed to be a eulogy:

"The bells of dawn are struck at dawn, the peace is quietly broken by your demise, who sings a soothing song in the depths of your soul, the edge of the sky at sunset ripples with blood-colored light, after dusk, the faint purple of the sky is the final destination of your soul."

After this eulogy, Mel's breathing finally stopped, forever, he didn't know how many things would happen in the future because of his death, he just wanted to sleep quietly now, he was tired.