The first rays of the morning sun shone into the Great Demon Forest, and there were only a few mottled smears of golden angel blood on the ground.

Izawa sat on the ground, Qianyue curled up in his arms, with a bright and moving smile on his face, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, obviously a good dream.

Looking at the pretty woman who was as docile as a cat in her arms and was sleeping, Ru Ize fell into thought, what went wrong, why did they all come upside down?

"Hmm.

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