Chapter 879

"The feather has fallen, it has fallen." Looking for low head, sad squat down, the whole person is buried in the wings.

Kaisen, she is so kind and tired. Her beautiful feathers are (ㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒㄒ.

It's so sad that it's a river against the current_ &&) ~ ~ ~ ~

"search, don't be sad, it will grow up if you lose it."

Huo Jin didn't resist to come forward and hold the fragile man in his arms. The feather he started was smooth and cool.

It's like the sun in early spring, when it's just shining, it's a little cold, and then it's warm that nobody can resist.

Ordinary can say to this moment clumsy, he hated this kind of self for the first time, even more hated his failure to protect her.

The people present have changed from amazement to stunned and then to heartache.

So beautiful wings, lost feathers, they will be sad, not to mention each other is a fragile girl.

This interruption, however, has forgotten the previous search said that Melva awakened the dark forces.

Melva didn't forget to frown. The damned Angel shouldn't wake up at this time. Why is it different from his life.

What's more, I just lost two feathers. What's the big deal? I'll show it to anyone.

"I heard that the wings of angels are the source of strength. There are two winged angels, four winged angels, six winged angels, and eight winged angels."

"Angel, are you sad about the loss of power? Tell us how to restore your strength."

Du Changjin tried to think about it and then ran to look for her. She squatted down and reached out to touch her white feathers.

"Pa", "Ya" a slight crisp sound, accompanied by a light breath, Du Changjin's healthy hand back, a light red.

Dudu mouth, angry stare at the man who just took his own eyes, not with him.

Continue to look at the angel in front of her, she is really curious, more curious than to such a place.

Looking for slowly raised his head from the inside of the wings, black hair some messy paste on the face.

Unconsciously, I stroked the corners of her lips and drew the hair that she had not carefully pursed.

Hair along the arc floating over the place, leaving a faint fragrance, shallow with hazy sweet.

Swept over the peach blossom poplar, as pure as water, the dark color contains the most beautiful color in the world.

"You... How do you know that my wings represent power, yeah, are you the same as me?"

As soon as her eyes brightened, the expression on her face became more and more smart. Her eyebrows were green, and her cool elegance fluttered on her face.

She tilts the head, looks at you doubtfully, can let your heart all crisp.

Du Changjin covered her ever reddening cheek and screamed wildly in her heart. It can't be like this. It's a foul. How can it be so beautiful.

Other people are not much better, the look of obsession is getting stronger and stronger.

Almost instantly, I felt the power of faith again. This time, I was more powerful. I glanced at the lady beside my eyes and quietly hooked my lips. The lady in this plane is good.

"Search, what strength do you need?" Huo Jin was unwilling to be robbed of his eyes, and made a voice to pull her eyes back.

Looking for this, I found that I was in the arms of a strange man.

She's really dying.

She didn't realize it at the moment when the other party hugged her and didn't break free. Instead, she said with certainty that only her husband could do this.

But she didn't see her affection for herself in this person's eyes. Mom, she won't be fine again_ (:зゝ∠)_

"Well? My wings do represent strength, as Miss Du said just now

"The more feathers there are, the more powerful they are, and the less powerful the feathers fall."

Fingers attached to caressing the comfortable and beautiful feather, the face approached to rub, happy way.

"Unless my feathers fall off naturally, other people can't pull them off. The only reason why they fall off is that their strength is weakening."

"As for the strength will weaken, it means..." drooping down his eyelashes, his face became sad again.

"What do you mean?" Huo Jin asked eagerly.

Looking for a mouth did not open, but opened his eyes, looking at Melva in red not far away.

It doesn't show that it has something to do with her attitude.

What was just ignored was picked up again.

Just when Mara wanted to ask, she opened her mouth and said, "why do you hate me, even hate me?"

She didn't do anything. She lost two feathers. She had a little temper and a little mood.

Also very, very unhappy, need more faith, and husband's whereabouts to get better.Melva felt bad, and as soon as the angel of death came out, she knew that it was hard to fool the past.

Huo Jin's eyes quickly flashed to kill, is this thing that makes her sad.

Inside the clenched fist unconsciously, there are all flowing forces.

He didn't feel his own difference, but he found it for the first time. His finger stabbed his big hand on his feather.

Actually, there are white fluff coming out of it, (* @ ο@ *) wow ~ more and more. It feels super good to feel the plush.

The more addictive the search, she did not find out, she took the topic to the wrong.

In particular, the object she played with was even more surprising to the people present with their mouths wide open and dull looking, but they couldn't get back to God for a long time.

The animal form looming behind Huo Jin is tall and powerful. Even if he squats on the ground at the moment, he can not ignore the pressure and momentum that comes from him.

Fierce and domineering, with the strength of the king of beasts.

Until that hand completely turned into a fluffy claw, searching did not respond, but was excited to directly grasp the hand, happy to play.

Tiger's claws are so beautiful, just like the wolf in Orc world, they are so cute.

Feel also comfortable, meat pad soft, want to hold back to raise oh.

Ah? Wait, that's not right.

She had just poked Huo Jin's hand, so what happened to the paw that suddenly appeared?

Stupidly looking up, a piece of fluffy tiger head is printed into the eye.

Different from ordinary tigers, the patterns on both sides of the tiger are golden, and its forehead is not a king word, but a golden flame.

Zhang Yang stands in the forehead heart, domineering.

The result is that the tiger blinks its head and the wind is still beautiful.

She clearly saw her own shadow in her huge pupil. Her expression was muddled and she was holding a fat claw. She looked silly and cute.

Silently put down the paw in the hand, the heart is angry, dear, I really finished.

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