Dreams are always beautiful.

Ling Hua dreamed of a beautiful white-haired woman again. She had a gentle temperament. Although her face was blurry, Ling Hua could feel the warmth, as if he had come to her across time.

"Mom." She called softly, leaning against the embrace that had no heartbeat and only retained warmth.

Ling Hua closed his eyes in his dream, unwilling to leave for a long time, like a baby swallow returning to its nest, grabbing onto the warmth of family affection and never wanting to let go.

Her long raised eyelashes trembled slightly, taking off her elegant disguise.

Egrets are very cherished birds. They are not only noble and beautiful, but also have strict requirements for their living environment. Therefore, they are also considered to have a character that does not allow them to live in a place other than a "Wu Tong".

In ancient legends, Wutong was often the home of the Phoenix Luan, the king of birds.

Although reality is not as magical as mythical stories, there is no denying the egret’s status in the hearts of literati.

The egret is so elegant that people unconsciously keep it at a distance, just like a strange, powerful and chaotic god who is silent.

But Ling Hua is not actually an egret. She was also playful and ignorant, and spent a short and ignorant childhood.

It's just that childhood was too short, as short as peach blossoms in flowing water, and fleeting.

She had to grow up, whether it was her mother who was getting seriously ill or her eldest brother who was so busy that he was exhausted.

But she is not actually a gifted child, but she will grit her teeth and persevere, and her tenacity is clearly revealed in her enlightened mind.

If you can't memorize the poem once, recite it fifty times; if you can't practice the calligraphy once, just write it fifty times.

After being tempered for a long time without any sharp edges, the gods were shaken, looked at him, and gave him a token.

She had never thought that she was noble. Those thoughtful etiquette and mellow negotiation skills were all skills that heirs of aristocrats must master. Compared with these, what really made her smile was the daily life of ordinary people.

She has been waiting for that friend, partner and lover who can stand side by side with her and treat her as an equal.

Originally, there was no such person as Inazuma. Even if she was as close as Toma, the other person essentially regarded her as a savior and a young lady who needed to be served.

Until, he came.

He was still ignorant when we first met him, but he maintained the forbearance and strength of a young man.

Kamisato Ayaka only felt that he was very similar to his childhood self, a child who was chased by the destiny of his family and had to run with all his strength.

However, the transformation seemed to last just one night, and he was completely different when we met again.

His eyes were slightly downcast, his speech was moderate, and he showed a slightly gloomy smile.

He became more confident, confidently using the rules set by God to defeat those with malicious intentions who were approaching death, and shocked Xiao Xiao with his extremely powerful sword skills.

What she saw in her eyes at that time was the young grandmaster walking slowly from the heavenly realm into the mortal world under the setting sun, high-spirited and calm.

That posture of living proudly and with head held high, Kamisato Ayaka has always been deeply envious of her.

She soon saw that he was starting to solve the problem of internal strife in Rice Wife, the cold Rice Wife.

People who hold the Eye of God are like witches in the Middle Ages who are about to be burned on a cross. Like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouts to beat them.

The enforcement office has issued a reward, and there are rewards for reporting, and penalties for concealing reports.

Kamisato Ayaka has the eyes of the gods, but she is of noble birth and no one dares to interfere with her wishes.

But being caught in the middle like this, she actually saw Inazuma's situation more clearly.

Daozuma's bureaucratic corruption suppresses foreign businessmen and the people at the bottom of the country, but gives way to the powerful in every possible way. They are a group of bed bugs that are rotten to the core.

She looked at it but was unable to change it.

The only thing that can end all this is violence that rivals General Thunder.

Someone must face the devil's butcher's knife.

So he stood up against the thunder of death.

Kamisato Ayaka will never forget that day when the sea and the sky were turbulent. The hundred-meter-tall armored warrior god floated in the air on the sea. It faced the Lord of the Imperial Palace of Narukami, the master of Narukami Island.

The god of thunder throughout Inazuma.

Although he modestly said afterwards that it was all based on the wishes of the people.

But in Kamisato Ayaka's opinion, there is no grander heroic epic than that.

She suddenly thought of the plot in the light novel she often read, in which a brave man defeated the evil dragon and married a princess who was ignorant of the world.

She began to feel grateful that she was a child of the Kamisato family, otherwise she would not even have the chance to interact with each other, let alone become friends with each other and support each other in times of trouble.

From that day on, Kamisato Ayaka, relieved of the burden of abolishing the Eye Hunting Order, was determined to pursue her own happiness and desire.

The sky is getting late and the lanterns are starting to light up.

The lotus-shaped river lanterns float against the water waves, and the light and shadow are floating and beautiful.

With their hands nervously folded on their abdomens, Kamisato Ayaka and Shangsan Aizuki stood face to face.

The distance was very close, and Shangshan Aoyue could clearly see the beautiful meaning in the corner of Kamisato Ayaka's eyes, the eye-catching tear mole.

Like black raindrops falling on the snowfield.

Against his scrutinizing gaze, she blushed slightly and said in a pleading voice, "Please... look at me carefully."

She stepped to the shallow stream at the foot of the mountain. There were slight reeds beside the water. She breathed a long sigh of relief, then opened the folding fan in her hand, moved lightly with lotus steps, and danced against the lights of thousands of houses in the distance.

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The pure white boy's pupils reflected the girl's slightly Zen-like sacrificial dance, and something naturally sprouted from the bottom of his heart.

His heart was strangely quiet at this moment, he no longer thought about the plan to create a god, and no longer worried about how to skin and cramp the eight-headed sea snake.

In his eyes and in his heart, there was only the dancing girl.

His hand involuntarily touched his gently beating chest. This time it had nothing to do with the surging dragon's blood.

He just felt that the silent boy in his heart came to life again, and the memories of dragons and ninjas were no longer so important.

At this moment, he no longer needs to scheming and intrigues, he is no longer the powerful Creator, he is just the girl's longing lover.

After the dance, Kamisato Ayaka put away the folding fan and walked toward the people at the waterside. Her footsteps changed from small steps to flying, like a baby swallow returning to its nest.

"I want to be willful for a while, just for a while."

She is always overly gentle and obedient, but in fact she is as playful as an ordinary girl, likes to be coquettish and willful.

But she was never unreasonable, just like the emblem of the Kamisato family, the beautiful camellia, which symbolizes purity and steadfastness.

She rested her head on his shoulder, and Zhaoyue, who was wearing a shirt, naturally held her waist and hugged her through Yunni's colorful clothes.

"You can do whatever you want for as long as you want," he hesitated for a moment and suddenly felt that he shouldn't hide it.

"Ling Hua." He called softly.

"Huh?" The girl raised her head, her ice-white eyes full of warmth.

"How long are you willing to stay with me?" He gasped unconsciously. The heart that belonged to Gu Long beat so hard for the first time since his birth, like the roaring drums in front of the two armies.

"How long do you want me to stay with you?" She leaned closely on Shan Zhaoyue, her face hidden in his white hair.

"What if I said, the end of time?"

"..." Ling Hua didn't hesitate much, it was more like he had been prepared to say his oath-like words.
Chapter completed!