"The feather fell off, it fell off." Xunmi lowered his head, squatted down sadly, and buried his whole body in his wings.
Developing Sen, so tired, her beautiful feathers /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
Losing a feather would almost mean losing a person's power of faith, and the feathers on her wings were simply not enough to lose.
Sadness is like a river flowing backwards~~~~(>_<)~~~~
"Xunxun, don't be sad. If it falls off, it will grow back."
Huo Jin couldn't help but step forward and hold the fragile person in his arms. The feathers he touched were smooth and slightly cool.
It’s like the sun in early spring, which feels a little cold when it first shines, but then becomes a warmth that no one can resist.
He was usually eloquent but now he was clumsy. For the first time, he hated himself for being like this, and hated himself even more for not being able to protect her.
The emotions of the people present have changed from amazement to shock to heartache.
If they were in such a position, they would be sad if the feathers on such beautiful wings fell off, not to mention that the other party is a fragile girl.
This interruption made me forget what Xunmi had said before about Melva awakening the dark power.
Melva didn't forget and frowned fiercely. This damn angel shouldn't have woken up at this time. Why was it different from the previous life?
Besides, it’s just two feathers falling off, what’s the big deal? Who are you trying to show off to?
"I heard that angels' wings are the source of their power. There are two-winged angels, four-winged angels, six-winged angels, and eight-winged angels."
"Angel, are you sad about the loss of your strength? Then tell us how we can restore your strength."
Du Changjin tried hard to recall and ran to Xunmi, squatted down, and reached out to touch her pure white feathers.
There were slight crisp sounds of "pa" and "ya", accompanied by a soft cry, and a light red color appeared on the back of Du Changjin's healthy hand.
She pouted and glared at the man who had just slapped her, refusing to argue with him.
She continued to look at the angel in front of her with sparkling eyes. She was really curious, even more curious than coming to such a place full of monsters and demons.
Xunmi slowly raised her head from inside the wings, her black hair sticking to her face in a messy manner.
He unconsciously touched the corner of his lips, drawing out the hair that he had accidentally caught.
Wherever the hair flows along the arc, a faint fragrance remains, with a faint and hazy sweetness.
The peach blossom poplars sweeping across are as pure as water, and their dark color contains the most magnificent colors in the world.
"You...how do you know that my wings represent strength? Yeah, are you the same as me?"
Her eyes lit up, and the expression on her face became more lively. Her dark eyebrows were emerald green, and an airy and elegant air came to her face.
She tilted her head and looked at you with a puzzled look that could make your heart melt.
Du Changjin covered her reddening cheeks and screamed in her heart, "I can't do this. This is unfair. How can it be so beautiful?"
The others were not much better, their obsessed expressions became more and more intense.
Xunmi felt the power of faith coming again almost instantly, this time it was even stronger. He glanced at the heroine next to him inadvertently and curled his lips quietly. The heroine in this plane is not bad.
"Xunxun, what strength do you need?" Huo Jin was unwilling to have his attention snatched away by others, so he spoke to draw her gaze back.
Xunmi then realized that she was in the arms of a strange man.
Oh my god, she is really finished.
She didn't even notice the moment he hugged her, nor did she struggle, but...
She said with certainty that only her husband could do this.
But she just didn't see any affection for herself in this man's eyes. Oh my god, is he crazy again?_(:зゝ∠)_
"Hmm? My wings do represent strength. What Miss Du said just now is right."
"The more feathers you have, the stronger your power becomes. But as the feathers fall, your power weakens."
His fingers caressed the comfortable and beautiful feathers lovingly, he rubbed his face against them and said happily.
"Unless my feathers fall off naturally, no one can forcibly pull them off. The only reason they fall off on their own is because my strength is weakening."
"As for the weakening of power, it means..." He lowered his eyelashes, his face sad again.
"What does it mean?" Huo Jin asked anxiously.
Xunmi opened her mouth but didn't speak, but opened her eyes and looked at Melva in red clothes not far away.
Although she didn't say anything, her expression already showed that she was related to the other party.
Things that had just been ignored were picked up by everyone again.
Just when Mara was about to step forward to ask, Xunmi spoke, her tone aggrieved and sad: "Why do you hate me, even hate me."
She didn't do anything, but two feathers fell off, and she got a little angry and upset.
I am still very, very unhappy and need more faith and the whereabouts of my husband to feel better.
Melva already had a bad feeling, and as soon as the dead angel said that, she knew it would be difficult to fool people easily.
A murderous look flashed across Huo Jin's eyes. Was this the thing that made her sad?
The unconsciously clenched fist is filled with flowing power.
He hadn't noticed anything different about himself yet, but Xunmi was the first to notice it, and he quietly poked the big hand on his feathers with his fingers.
There is actually some white fluff coming out, (*@ο@*) Wow~ there are more and more of them, they feel so fluffy and super good to touch.
Xunxun, who was becoming more and more addicted to touching, didn't notice at all that she had diverted the topic again.
Especially the person she was playing with made everyone present open their mouths in surprise, staring blankly, unable to recover for a long time.
The animal form that was vaguely visible behind Huo Jin was tall and majestic. Even though he was squatting on the ground at this moment, he could not ignore the pressure and momentum that was constantly coming from him.
Sharp and domineering, with the strength of the king of beasts.
Xunmi didn't react until the hand completely turned into a furry claw. Instead, he excitedly grabbed it in his hand and played with it happily.
The tiger’s claws are so beautiful, just like my husband’s wolf in the Orc world, both are so cute.
It feels so comfortable to touch, and the pads are so soft. I really want to take it home and raise it.
Huh? Wait, something's wrong.
She was clearly poking Huo Jin's hand just now, so what happened to the claw that suddenly appeared?
I looked up blankly, and a furry tiger head came into view.
Unlike ordinary tigers, the patterns on its sides are golden, and there is no word "king" on its forehead, but a golden flame.
It stands proudly on the forehead, majestic and awe-inspiring.
I blinked, thinking it was an illusion, but it was still that beautiful and majestic tiger head.
She saw her own shadow clearly in her huge pupils, with a confused expression on her face. She was holding a fat paw foolishly, looking silly and cute.
I silently put down my claws, feeling sad and angry inside. My dear, I'm really finished.
I can't help but take this tiger home to raise as a pet/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
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