Time flies, and before anyone notices it, the spring of this year has come to an end. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fireworks and the moon of night rain. The fog, the rain is gone, the plants are in full bloom, and the birds are singing, which is the most beautiful season of the year.

Spring is like a little girl, smiling, walking, not nostalgic for the time behind her, walking briskly, not caring about the hardships and dangers ahead, wanton youth.

The rain finally stopped all night, and the sound of the rain hitting the plantain was so poetic in the poet's eyes that Cecil was so annoyed that he couldn't sleep all night.

The little girl sat up from the bed, her hands exposed outside the quilt, and her white arms were like lotus roots, making people have the urge to take a bite.

She curled up her knees, hugged her calves, and was stunned—it had been more than two months, and the young master had not returned.

Victor never traveled far from home, only occasionally mischievous, and only wandered around the outskirts of the nearby mountains, often only to be caught by the guards or beaten half dead by the monsters.

Cecil's face was covered with a thin blush, and Victor was two years older than the little girl, but what could the young master of the aristocratic family understand?

His father, the Earl, had not been seen for many years, and when he occasionally appeared, his face was so cold that ice slag could fall.

His brother Julian was always polite outside, but he always turned a blind eye to Victor, and occasionally looked at Cecil's eyes, which always made her feel cold in her heart. Cecil didn't like this big young master.

His mother, the Countess, and Julian's mother, had died young, and Cecil had no memory of it, except that the woman was always unhappy, like a haggard hibiscus.

The children of "grandma doesn't love uncle and don't love", if it weren't for Cecil's careful care since childhood, I don't know what Victor would be sloppy. So although she is still two years younger, many times, in the eyes of the little girl, she regards Victor as a younger brother with great hope.

However, a few years ago, Cecil still remembered that the young master Victor sneaked into the mountains again and was beaten by monkeys. The Cloaked Ape, a largely harmless herbivorous beast.

The monkey was very naughty, and the little master was also naughty, and the two naughty guys fought solidly. In other words, the monkey taught Victor a good lesson, but fortunately there was no idea of killing him, just a lesson.

Thinking of that time when Victor only breathed out but did not take in, Cecil couldn't help but have red circles in his eyes, who knows if the result would be worse if he went out this time? Or will he not be able to come back? The little girl thought in horror.

I can't complain about her cranky thoughts, that legendary temple doesn't know how much more dangerous than the outer reaches of the mountain range, even if the little young master is already a mage, but ...... The people of the city were talking about the danger of the Earl, and there were rumors in the Earl's Court. Even the Count's situation was extremely dangerous, and Cecil couldn't imagine how the little master could survive there for so long.

It's hard to say, though. The young master has always had a big life, and he can miraculously survive every time, and the little girl clenched her fists to cheer herself up: "There must be no problem." ”

After Master Victor survived from the monkeys, he seems to have changed a lot. Cecil has not forgotten the expression on his face when the young master woke up that day and saw him.

The expression was amazed, joyful, the eyes were doting, loving, and desired, the eyes of a man looking at a woman.

Cecil's heart pounded violently at the thought of those eyes, just like it had done three years ago. For the first time, she felt that this person who was with her day and night was not a little brother who needed to take care of herself, but a man who could be relied on for a lifetime.

But where is this man now?

Cecil put on his clothes, and the long robe wrapped around his graceful and graceful body, except for the snow white of his neck, which was lined with red obscene clothes that were extremely enchanting.

She got up and got out of bed, walked to the window, and propped it up.

The morning at the estate after the rain is quiet and peaceful, and the air filtered by the rain is particularly refreshing. Cecil looked up and saw one small wooden house after another, hidden among the green mountains and green waters, this is Victor's personal small manor, Qingmei Courtyard.

Victor is not there, and Cecil is the hostess here. The wooden house where she lived was located at the highest point of the manor, next to Victor's main mansion. From here, you can see the situation inside the manor at a glance.

At this point in time, the servants in the manor had already been busy for a while, and the smoke was curling, bringing a wisp of earthly fireworks to this early morning. The east has turned white, and it seems that today is a rare good weather, just waiting for the sun to rise, and a beautiful new day is about to begin.

Cecil stretched lazily and yawned. felt a little indecent, hurriedly covered his little red mouth, looked left and right to see no one, and then put his mind at ease.

She fetched a basin of water to the window, washed her face, took a comb from her pocket, and began to groom her long, beautiful blonde hair.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter in the distance, and Cecil had seen the sunrise countless times, but each time he couldn't see how the sun came out. The great being who shines on all things always jumps out of nowhere, and appears there in the blink of an eye, as if it had not moved in the first place.

The same is true of the sun this morning, which suddenly appeared, bringing light and heat to the earth. However, there is a slight difference, the sun does not seem to be dazzling today, and it only takes a little patience to look directly at it. What's going on?

The remnant sun is like blood!

The twilight sun retracts its vast rays of light and fades below the horizon, giving a glimpse of it. But isn't it the morning after dawn, and why is the sun as hot as fire and as bright as blood?

A bright white in the east fell back into the dark and dreary sky, and even with the red sun shining, the dark color did not change. It was as if its light shone only on the earth, on the vast expanse beneath it.

Cecil's uneasiness grew stronger, it was definitely not the real sun—it would not suddenly appear at nine o'clock. The sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning sounds very beautiful, but it has to come from the change of the sun at five or six o'clock, and the sun appears directly at nine o'clock, which makes people panic.

The morning sun can shine brightly, but it's never as hot as it is at noon. Last night's night rain left a trail of streams and springs in the mountains, as well as countless puddles and ponds, and even the trees were dripping with dew as if they had just taken a bath. But under the sun, the dew evaporated quickly, and the mountain stream also steamed, and the air was so stuffy and uncomfortable.

Not far away, Knell City is much more lively, as one of the only two large cities on the northern border of the Kingdom of Youtan, especially spring is the trading season, and the merchants and mercenaries from the south and north add countless popularity here.

Even the local residents can't live as leisurely as Omein. Especially for the poor in the slums, at four or five o'clock in the morning, there are early risers who are busy. There's no way, it's so hard to live, and you only have one day to eat if you work for a day.

Ordinary residents, a little later. Most of them are well-to-do people, and they either serve big merchants and nobles in the city, or they simply have one or two small shops of their own, as long as they are not lazy and lazy, life is not sad.

The officials and warriors who served the lord, although they had no worries about food and clothing, but where the duties were, the lord's salary was not so easy to get. The work that should be done should be arranged, and the martial arts that should be practiced must be practiced repeatedly every day, and they cannot be pulled down. At the very least, it is to support the family and save their lives, and at the very least, it is impossible to get a knight one day. In that way, you can be regarded as entering the aristocratic class, and you will live in vain.

Of course, there are also species that have special work at night, and there are also some noble children who have nothing to do all day long, and they can't see their figures until the sun shines on their buttocks every day.

On the morning of this day, when the city felt the warmth of the sun again and completely woke up from its deep sleep, countless people looked up in amazement. Look up at the unusually blazing sun.

Even the strongest warriors shuddered, even the most well-informed mercenaries could not hide the surprise on their faces, the pride of Julian confessed his insignificance, and Cecil, who became a mage, gloomy his ignorance.

What the hell is that? The sun! It emits infinite light and heat, and it does not continue to rise, and all the people see that the great sun is falling little by little at a speed that is visible to the naked eye!

When the sun sets, the world is silent.

Where the sun fell, with it as the center, the halo rapidly expanded, illuminating the entire dark canopy, and the earth shook and the sky cracked.

Countless people stared blankly in that direction, and the city trembled and trembled again, and the earth cracked open with a few thick cracks. The houses throbbed and collapsed one after another, and the sound of bitter weeping and wailing was endless. The walls facing the south were not spared, and with a loud bang they collapsed for a long time, bringing up a cloud of dust and rubble.

When the earthquake finally stopped, the wind blew and the rain poured down. Julian stood on the top of the City Lord's Mansion and saw that the city of Deathstroke was already in ruins. If it weren't for the protection of the city itself, I'm afraid it would have been razed to the ground long ago.

Julian's handsome face was gloomy, "What happened in the depths of the swamp?"

"Such a big scene, father he ...... I'm afraid I won't be able to come back, right?"

"Now this mess can only be cleaned up by me. ”

"But Victor ......" Thinking of Tang Mo, who had disappeared for a long time and didn't know where to go, Julian couldn't be completely relieved. He wouldn't believe that Tang Mo would also run into the Ancient Temple, and Bacheng ran to a nearby mountain and got lost, although this time it was a bit long.

"But when you come back, it's too late, and I'm already in the right place to take the throne. Just in case......"

Thinking of this, Julian exclaimed, "Come on, go to the Qingmei Courtyard and invite Miss Cecil over." ”

"Stupid! please, not catch! want to live, eat and drink for me, understand?"

......

In the Qingmei Courtyard, there was also a mess, and Cecil stood unsteadily and fell to the ground. The little girl looked at the collapsed wooden house in a daze, the corners of her eyes flashed, and she wiped it with her hand, and she was already in tears.

It was drizzling again in the mountains. The fog is hazy, and the rain is ecstatic.