Empty street scene, but no one can be found to express feelings.
Ao Xuehua was also walking on the silver-white streets, surrounded by deathly silence. In her hand was the dream sword that had been slowly drawn out from her palm. At this moment, it was burning with a frightening silver-white flame. .
A first-grade heavenly spiritual weapon. This dream sword is not known to many people as one of the top swords in the world.
But the big shots at the top all know that this long sword is one of the collections of the Ossian royal family, and only the most distinguished His Highness is qualified to hold it.
And Ao Xuehua was naturally included among those noble highnesses.
Although this princess of Oss should not appear here for many reasons, because she is the first heir to the Oss Empire, if nothing happens, you will call her your majesty one day in the future.
So she should not take risks and has no reason to take risks.
However, when she really stood in this dead city, all opposition was meaningless.
Some things can only be done by her.
The black single ponytail was firmly tied by a purple ribbon, long and straight, like a black sword. She looked forward, smiled faintly, turned sideways, and dodged a well-aimed white arrow, then shook her head and said, "It's really a girl's most hated enemy."
Then she began to step and walk with her sword in hand. No one could imagine that this imperial princess could be so fast.
But she was really that fast. She moved forward like the wind, approaching the enemies who sneaked up on her in the dark.
In the distance, seven silver-white arrows pierced the stagnant air, and at that moment there was even a harsh sound of wind.
Such a fast arrow has even exceeded the speed that the crossbow can reach.
These seven arrows traveled at random intervals, locking all her dodge positions in an instant.
Ao Xuehua sneered, then tapped his toes gently.
The white samurai uniform suddenly filled with air, like a big white bird flapping its wings and about to fly.
Her Royal Highness the Princess is naturally not a big bird, but this does not hinder the fact that behind her back, there seem to be folded wings that are unfolding gracefully and peacefully. Those are extremely wide and vigorous wings.
It reminds people of swans and white cranes spreading their wings for no reason.
The pair of white wings suddenly opened behind her, and the black-haired girl rose into the air, dodging all the shots while flying quickly and agilely, and then swung her sword.
The white wind swept through her enemies.
The seven bow-wielding ghosts standing there woodenly began to be cut along a smooth slope. Countless flames as white as snow ignited on their wounds, and countless butterfly-like fragments of brilliance rose and hovered in the night sky. Fly away.
It's like a soul from the past.
With just one strike of her sword, she killed seven enemies who were not actually in a straight line.
"I never imagined that Dreamland could have such a good use." Ao Xuehua looked at the snow-white sword in his hand, rubbed his pointed nose and praised, "I thought that the rebirth curse engraved on it was the biggest failure of Dreamland."
At this moment, she suddenly turned around and looked at the tall building behind her.
When she turned around, a cool voice sounded crisply, quiet and pleasant: "These wings must be the masterpiece of a master."
"It's really enviable."
Ao Xuehua looked at the roof of the tall building, and saw a handsome young man with silver hair and silver eyes sitting on the edge of the high roof with interest, holding his chin and looking at her quietly, with a gentle and tranquil light in his eyes. .
The boy was only twelve or thirteen years old, but he had an exquisite appearance that was almost comparable to that of a woman. His pure white skin was as smooth as milk, and his eyes were flowing white and silver.
"Xingze." The young man stood up, dictated his name, stood under the starlight on the high platform, and gracefully saluted Ao Xuehua. "Xingche clan, please see Princess Dieying."
The boy was wearing this simple white dress and his silver short hair was meticulous, giving people an irrepressible sense of cleanliness and elegance. He saluted on the high platform, just like a knight meeting a princess.
"Hey, hey." Ao Xuehua shouted in the air: "I don't like this person's account."
Then Her Royal Highness the Princess was very good at getting to the point: "By the way, are you waiting for me to fight here?"
"Xingze will naturally not be a rival to the princess." Xingze said with a smile, not minding his weakness at all. His tone was elegant and peaceful with an innate nobility: "I just saw the princess's heroic appearance and felt itchy for a moment, so I wanted to come out to meet her. .”
"This." Ao Xuehua touched her nose in embarrassment, put away the sword in her hand, flew up, folded her wings and stood in front of Xingze, the serious princess had a ruffian air that came from nowhere: " Even if I’m here to cause trouble.”
"Not all of the Xingche clan are members of the Dark Star." here."
"Other than that, Xingze has nothing to do with this operation."
"Uh." Ao Xuehua hesitated, "Then will you care if I continue to cause trouble?"
Xingze stood up from the roof, floated three inches on his tiptoes and came to Ao Xuehua. He bowed and made a standard butler's ceremony: "If Your Highness the Princess doesn't mind, I can be your guide."
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In the center of Lanyin City, inside the white Nine Treasure Lotus Lantern, somewhere in a closed space.
Has a silver cocoon of light.
The white cat in the light cocoon breathed softly and curled up in the arms of the blue-haired princess. Its blue eyes were slightly closed, and it was unclear whether it was sleeping or feigning drowsiness.
Ye Qing fell asleep in this silver cocoon, and everything that happened outside seemed to have nothing to do with her.
So she didn't know that someone had used her to stop Lan Ye's million-strong army.
So she didn't know that the boy had walked to the lake alone.
So she didn't know that her former protector was fighting in this city of death.
So she didn't know that the black-haired sister walked into the city alone and met the silver-haired boy.
All of this was closely related to her, but she didn't know any of it.
She was just sleeping, recalling some happy or unhappy things in her dreams. This was the only thing she could do and the only thing she wanted to do.
So in her sleep, the blue-haired girl sat there and cried, looking at the gentle green-haired woman in front of her with tearful eyes.
It was a beautiful woman with long hair that reached her waist. Her green hair was as smooth as satin. She was dressed in a pure white dress, and there was an indescribable tenderness between her brows.
Xiaojiu looked at her and just kept crying, so long that he seemed to have forgotten the time.
Then the little girl stood up, lowered her head and threw herself into the woman's arms. She cried with a nasal sound, without any of the majesty and arrogance she had on that high platform.
There is only the grievance and sadness of a ten-year-old child.
So the cry has a soft, girlish voice.
"Mother--"
