"The feather is falling off. It's falling off." Xunmi lowered her head and squatted down sadly, burying her whole body in her wing.
Developson, I'm so tired. My beautiful feather is falling off.
The loss of a feather was equivalent to the loss of a person's Power of Faith. The feathers on her wing were not enough to sustain the loss.
What a sorrowful river ~ ~ ~ ~ (& &; _&&) ~ ~ ~ ~
"Xunxun, don't be sad. It'll grow back."
Huo Jin could not help but step forward and pull the fragile girl into his arms. The feather in his hand was smooth and cool.
It was like the sun in early spring. It was a little cold when it first shone, but it was followed by an irresistible warmth.
He was usually eloquent, but now he was so clumsy. For the first time, he hated himself for being like this. He hated himself even more for not being able to protect her.
The people present had gone from amazement to shock and then to heartache. There were all kinds of emotions.
They would also be sad if the feather fell off such a beautiful wing, let alone a fragile girl.
The interruption made them forget that Xunmi had told them that Melva had awakened the power of darkness.
Melva did not forget. He frowned. This damned angel should not have awakened at this time. Why was it different from her previous life?
Also, it was just two feathers. What was the big deal? Who was she putting on an act for?
"I heard that the wings of angels 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 power? Then tell us, how can we help you regain your power?"
Du Zhangjin tried hard to recall. She ran to Xunmi's side and squatted down. She reached out, wanting to touch her flawless white feathers.
"Slap." "Ah." There was a light crisp sound, followed by a soft cry. The back of Du Zhangjin's healthy hand turned slightly red.
She pouted and glared at the man who had just patted her. She would not stoop to his level.
She continued to look at the angel in front of her with sparkling eyes. She was really curious. She was more curious than when she was in such a strange place.
Xunmi slowly raised her head from the wing. Her black hair was a little messy and stuck to her face.
She unconsciously stroked the corner of her lips and pulled out the strands of hair that she had accidentally pressed together.
Her hair left a faint lingering fragrance behind as it floated in the air, bringing with it a faint and hazy sweetness.
The peach blossoms that swept over were as pure as water. The pitch-black color contained the most magnificent colors in the world.
"You … How do you know that my wings represent power? Hey, are you the same as me?"
Her eyes lit up, and the expression on her face also became more lively. Her eyebrows were jade-green, and an air of elegance rushed over.
She tilted her head and looked at you in confusion. She could make your heart melt.
Du Zhangjin covered her blushing cheeks and screamed in her heart, "You can't do this. This is against the rules. How can it be so beautiful?"
The others weren't any better. Their infatuated expressions became more and more intense.
Xunmi almost instantly felt the power of faith attacking her again. This time, it was even stronger. She inadvertently glanced at the female lead beside her and secretly smiled. The female lead in this world was not bad.
"Xunxun, what kind of power do you need?" Huo Jin didn't want his gaze to be stolen, so he called out to her.
Only then did Xunmi realize that she was actually in the arms of a strange man.
Oh my god, she was really done for.
She actually didn't notice the moment the man hugged her, nor did she struggle. Instead, she …
She was sure that only her husband could do such a thing.
But she didn't see any affection for her in this person's eyes. Oh my god, don't tell me I'm schizophrenic again. _ (: 3ə∠) _
"Hmm? My wings do represent power. Miss Du was right just now. "
"The more feathers there are, the more power there is. The power of feathers falling off will also weaken."
She fondled the comfortable and beautiful feathers with her fingers and rubbed her face against them happily.
"Unless my feathers fall off naturally, others can't forcibly pull them off. The only reason they fall off is because my power is weakening."
"As for the weakening of my power, it means …" She lowered her eyelashes and looked sad again.
"Means what?" Huo Jin asked anxiously.
Xunmi opened her mouth but didn't say anything. Instead, she opened her eyes and looked at Melva, who was dressed in red, not far away.
Although she didn't say anything, her expression showed that it was related to Melva.
The thing that was ignored just now was picked up by everyone again.
Just as Mara was about to go forward and ask, Xunmi opened her mouth and said in a sad tone, "Why do you hate me? Why do you hate me?"
She didn't do anything, but she dropped two feathers. She was a little angry and unhappy.
She was also very unhappy, and she needed more faith power to find out about her husband's whereabouts.
Melva already had a bad feeling. As soon as the death angel spoke, she knew that it would be difficult to fool her.
A murderous look flashed across Huo Jin's eyes. Was this the thing that made her sad?
He unconsciously clenched his fists, which were full of flowing power.
He didn't feel that he was different, but Xunmi noticed it immediately. She secretly poked the big hand on her feathers with her finger.
There was actually white fur coming out. (* @ o @ *) Wow, there were more and more. It was fluffy and felt really good.
Xunmi, who was getting more and more addicted, didn't realize that she had changed the topic again.
Especially the person she was playing with. Everyone present was so shocked that their mouths were wide open. They stared blankly and couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.
The animal form behind Huo Jin was faintly discernible. It was tall and mighty. Even though he was squatting on the ground, one couldn't ignore the pressure and aura coming from it.
It was fierce and domineering, with the strength of the king of beasts.
Xunmi didn't react until the hand completely turned into a fluffy claw. Instead, she excitedly grabbed it and played with it happily.
The tiger's claws were so beautiful. They were just like her husband's wolf in the beastman world. They were so cute.
It was so comfortable to touch. The pads were so soft. She really wanted to carry them back and raise them.
Eh? Wait, what was wrong?
She was clearly poking Huo Jin's hand just now. What was with the sudden appearance of the claw?
She looked up blankly. A fluffy tiger head appeared in front of her eyes.
It was different from ordinary tigers. The patterns on both sides were golden. There wasn't the word 'king' on its forehead, but a golden flame.
It stood proudly in the middle of its forehead, domineering and awe-inspiring.
She blinked, thinking that it was an illusion. In the end, it was still that beautiful and mighty tiger head.
She could clearly see her own reflection in the huge eyes. She had a dazed expression on her face as she foolishly hugged a chubby claw. She looked so silly and cute.
She silently put down the claw in her hand. Her heart was filled with grief and indignation. Dear, I'm really finished.
I can't help but want to bring this tiger back home to raise.
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