moon shot plan

Chapter 120 The Home of the Gods

"Tell him?" An Ran frowned: "Who will tell him?"

"..." Xiaolan lowered her head and said nothing.

"Are you saying that someone here is in collusion with Allen?" An Ran asked tentatively, "Are you reminding us?"

Xiao Lan looked up at him, and finally said: "... Let's go over there and have a look, stranger, you should go and have a look."

As she said that, she flapped her wings twice and flew in another direction. Over there was the source of howling winds. Scattered flying flowers and fine dust wove a layer of gray net, which firmly covered the scenery there. Looking far away, he could only see a few fences. As for what was inside the fence, he really couldn't see clearly.

Several people looked at each other, followed Xiaolan suspiciously and walked there. The closer they got, the more weird the wind was blowing. It was completely different from the gentle breeze that I felt in the flower field before, even with a bit of cruelty. Leng Lie, An Ran and the others are struggling forward in the wind, let alone the petite flower fairy?

Xiao Lan hadn't been flying for a long time, but she was pulled by the wind and swayed from side to side, her fragile wings seemed to be broken by the strong wind, Lan Xin hurried forward to protect her in her hands, and said worriedly: "We should hurry up Go back, this wind is strange."

"No, I'm going to take you... I must take you..." Xiaolan shook her wings that were wrinkled by the wind, turned over with difficulty, and wanted to fly out again: "If you don't go now, tomorrow will be too late It's..."

"Tomorrow?" Lan Xin asked, "What's going on tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, the blood moon will come—" After Xiaolan said this, she rushed out of her hand, plunged into the dust and the flying flowers, and Lan Xin shouted anxiously: "Be careful!"

"Where are you taking us?" An Ran shouted as she ran forward, but no matter how they called, there was no response from the gray mist, and the petals were still flying chaotically. Dead silence.

An Ran couldn't help but stop, and looked uncertainly into the dust and mist, Xu Heng behind him asked, "Where did she go?"

An Ran shook her head blankly.

Just when they were not sure whether to chase after them, they suddenly saw a white and shiny hand stretched out from the dust and mist, and a small thing that was constantly struggling was tightly clasped between the slender fingers—— Xiaolan going ahead!

An Ran raised her eyes in surprise and suspicion, but saw that the person holding Xiao Lan was none other than Flora who had said before that she was going to the plantation.

"Why are you here?" She asked softly.

"I, we—" An Ran looked at Xiao Lan in her hand, finally swallowed what she wanted to say, and asked, "Why are you holding her?"

Flora acted as if she hadn't heard the question, and just said to herself: "Oh, so she brought you here... Heh, the flower spirits are still too naughty, let me tell them a little thing It can't be done well, and it will cause me a lot of unnecessary troubles... I really can't do without watching for a moment..."

As she spoke, her beautiful amber eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of her mouth tugged slightly, but it didn't look like she was smiling.

An Ran frowned and asked, "What's the matter? We didn't mean to offend, and this little flower fairy didn't hurt us either."

"That's true. The flower essence is very friendly to humans." Flora smiled, as if she had returned to her previous gentle and kind appearance. She held up the little flower fairy in her palm, and slowly let go of her hand.

Xiaolan struggled to get up from her hands, her wings vibrated twice, but she didn't fly up. Flora touched her wings lightly, and said pitifully, "It's so pitiful, didn't I tell you Don't you want to come here? Do you have to break your wings to listen to me?"

Xiaolan hugged her body tightly and huddled into a ball in her palm, not knowing whether she was crying or silent.

"Well, she—" An Ran just wanted to ask what happened to Xiaolan's wings, but she was interrupted by Flora with a smile: "I think you have already visited the flower field, and it's getting late now, everyone Why don't you follow me back to the Immortal Cave Palace for lunch."

Although everyone didn't want to go back, they couldn't directly refute it now, so they all followed her in the direction they came. Is there really going to be a blood moon coming? However, he looked at Flora's back and swallowed all these questions.

Today's banquet was less lively than yesterday's. All the dancing fairies disappeared, and the flower spirits who played the piano disappeared. There were only a few people sitting at the long table, but the stardust was still bright and cold. The light projected onto the dishes on the golden plate, although they looked good, An Ran didn't have the desire to taste them.

"Why do you feel that there are fewer fairies and flower essences in the palace than yesterday? Are they all in the room?" An Ran asked after deliberation.

Flora put down the spoon, raised her eyes and said with a smile: "Of course I'm not here, the sun is already high, so naturally they all went out to work."

"Fairies also need to work, this is really different from fairy tales!" Xu Heng sighed.

"Didn't I say that under the blood moon, how can anyone live comfortably? If they are still as inactive as they were before, they will be replaced sooner or later... You say yes, Xiaolan." She said, hanging down He glanced at Xiao Huaxian who was sitting at the table.

Xiaolan's wings trembled slightly, and she nodded under her gaze.

The atmosphere of this lunch was really awkward and weird, An Ran still didn't move his chopsticks, he always raised his head unconsciously, wanting to see if the innermost door on the second floor was open, but was disappointed again and again.

"What are you looking at? Are you waiting for that distinguished guest surnamed Xie?" Flora seemed to have seen through his mind, and pursed her lips with a smile: "I heard from them that after you left, he and His Highness the Son of God met again. After we had a quarrel, we each went back to our rooms and never came out again... Do you want to go up and have a look later?"

Xie Yi quarreled with Ling Xu again?

An Ran frowned, unable to tell what it was like, and finally shook her head: "Forget it."

After only drinking two glasses of wine, he felt tired and weak for a while. He didn't know whether it was the problem of the wine or his physical and mental exhaustion. He just wanted to throw himself into the big soft bed and have a good rest. Saying goodbye to Xu Heng and Lan Xin who were still eating, dragged their heavy bodies upstairs with difficulty, and just as soon as they sank into the big bed, they closed their eyes heavily, letting their consciousness float in nothingness .

After an unknown amount of time, he heard a familiar, clear and pleasant voice from a teenager: "Don't hide, I've already seen you!"

Alan Yo!

An Ran suddenly opened his eyes, and found that his eyes were pure white, and he really came to Baicheng before the blood moon.

what is this?Hallucinations after drinking?Or is it the leftover effect of that magic gem?

An Ran looked forward in confusion, only to see that beautiful silver-haired boy was calling for something with his back turned to him. Under his call, a seven or eight-year-old black-haired boy slowly walked out of the shadows, with a pair of green eyes It looks cold, but it seems to have a faint smile.

"How do you know I'm here? I obviously didn't use my wings this time." His slender brows were furrowed, as if a little annoyed.

At first glance, this boy was not much different from an ordinary human child, but even though he cast a spell to hide his magic horns and bat wings, An Ran recognized him at a glance. This pale, gloomy-looking boy, In fact, it was the green-eyed little devil he saw last time. Although he had grown up a bit, those emerald green eyes hadn't changed at all.

"You made your wings invisible?" Alan Yue squatted down, wrapped his body around him naturally, touched his shoulder blade lightly, and said with some regret: "Why did you hide your wings? I Love them."

The little devil trembled slightly, but he didn't push him away. Hearing the young man's praise for his wings, the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly upturned: "They are very majestic, but today I want you to see the power of magic." .”

"What a pity." The boy was still feeling emotional about the pair of wings: "They are so cute."

"..." The little devil's face froze, his eyes showed a bit of disbelief, and then he struggled to get out of his embrace. Seeing this, Ai Lanyue hugged him quickly and coaxed: "Okay, it's me Wrong, but also very majestic."

The little devil turned his face away, as if he didn't believe what you said.

Ai Lanyue suppressed a smile, gently pinched his white and tender face, and asked curiously: "I didn't seem to be so tall last time...Why do you grow so fast? Is this a racial talent?"

"That's not true." The little devil raised his chin and said seriously with a soft emphasis: "I'm already tall, the way I was before... It's just that my magic power hasn't recovered yet." Image, he couldn't help wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"It's amazing!" Ailan Yue applauded, and then asked: "Then you will grow as tall as me soon?"

The little devil glanced at him, as if to say: Do you think you are tall?

"I'm already taller than you." He snorted.

"Really?" Alan Yue leaned closer to his ear and asked with a smile.

The little devil backed away uncomfortably, and said: "Of course, you will see you soon."

They were talking, when they suddenly heard the bell from the church. Ailanyo looked back and saw a group of people marching into Baicheng with great fanfare. They were all lively and active young people. All kinds of strange clothes and weapons equipped on his body are also various. Alan Yue glanced at them and said, "It's those foreigners."

"Look—" He pointed to the young man at the head: "How grand it is."

The little devil leaned on the fence, watched those foreigners pass by the assembly square, and met the messenger of the Virgin in front of the court, but raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Ai Lanyue tilted his ears slightly, and carefully perceived the message sent by the wind: "The wind told me that his name is Ling Xu... This is really a name that suits him."

He continued to listen, then suddenly opened his eyes, pointed to the young girl behind the young man and said, "Did you see that girl holding a harp? She said her name was Xiaoyi, and she was good at playing and singing...how amazing His talent and skills are really enviable."

The little devil glanced at the girl coldly: "It's nothing special, it's just some mortals."

"They are not ordinary mortals. I heard them calling themselves 'players'... Do you know what 'players' means?" Alan Yue looked directly into his clear green eyes and asked in confusion: "What is a 'player'? '? What are they playing?"

"And if they are players, what are we?" He tapped his head and frowned, "I seem to understand and I don't seem to understand... Ah, what's wrong with me, I keep thinking about these strange questions all day long."

"Players? They dare to call themselves players? They're just a bunch of ignorant clowns who like to pretend to be smart." The little devil sneered, "If I want to kill them, I don't have to do it myself. I'm just too lazy to argue with these little characters."

"Do you hate humans so much?" Ailanyo asked cautiously.

"Of course." The little devil looked into his eyes, hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Humans, especially believers and priests, this is what I hate the most."

"But you..." He looked at Ai Lanyue, with a moment of hesitation in his eyes, and his voice softened: "I didn't say you..."

"I'm also a clergyman, even the highest-ranking clergyman. Don't you hate me?" Alan Yue approached his face and continued to ask, "Why did you only forgive me?"

The little devil didn't expect him to get so close suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, his snow-white cheeks instantly flushed, he quickly moved his eyes away, and said dryly: "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Alan Yue lay on his neck and asked with a smile: "...Is it because I'm good-looking?"

"!" The little devil seemed to be in a panic, shaking his whole body, his face was already red to the point of bleeding, he said with difficulty: "No, no..."

"No?" Alan Yue turned his face and asked sadly, "Isn't it?"

The little devil blinked his eyes, pursed his lips unnaturally, and finally couldn't bear Alan Yue's gaze, so he simply buried himself in his arms and said with some embarrassment: "Yes, a little..."