Nanting finally escaped.

She felt that if she stayed with Fanes, she probably wouldn't have to get up early to attend the wedding tomorrow.

The silver-haired girl was wearing a pure white plush cloak and sat on a garden bench to breathe.

This is not a holy city of light, but a heaven above the clouds. It seems that because it is closer to the sky, even at night, the light of the stars and silver moon is still bright and bright, and even next to the blooming flowers, there is a foggy holy light scattered.

Nanting leaned on the bench and looked up at the flowing clouds floating not far away. The wind was a little strong, brushing through the hair on her cheeks and the kiss marks on her collarbone. The glimmer of stars fell into her Zhanbi's eyes, reflecting the fine and beautiful spots of light.

At this time, a pair of pure white wings flashed behind the flower vine.

Nanting didn't notice it.

A piece of feather flew over silently and landed on her collarbone.

Nanting:!

She was about to reach out to brush off the feathers, but she realized that it had merged into her body and healed all the traces of redness on her body.

With his back, his slender figure with wings and his waist was seen. Nanting had to admit that Melville, who looked young, had wide shoulders, thin waist and long legs. After wearing the angel's pure white robe, it was much gentler than the God of Light, who was originally tall and looked down at him coldly.

Melville slowly turned around. The moonlight outlined his perfect side face, and his shallow lips curled up slightly:

"Would you like to go with me?"

Nanting tilted his head and thought for a while, and spoke in a bad mood: "If you follow you, the Supreme God's Crown will capture us back."

Melville's face was not as conscious as a loser. He smiled slightly and suddenly leaned in Nanting's ear and whispered:

"Can you please close your eyes first?"

Farnes was in the temple not far away, and Nanting was really not afraid. She was a little curious about Melville's next action, so she closed her pair of emerald eyes.

"Okay, you can open your eyes."

A cold and pure sound rang out not far away, like a flowing spring in the mountains, ethereal and cold.

Nanting opened his eyes as he spoke.

What caught my eye was a beautiful blonde girl. Her long hair was braided into wheat-like braids, hanging low on her chest, with a round angel halo floating above her head, and the wings on her back became small and cute, and were still shaking gently in the wind.

Nanting's pupils dilate slightly.

It's so cute!!!

Melville smiled slightly, sat on the bench next to Nanting without hesitation, and enthusiastically held her arm.

When Nanting thought that the other party was once the God of Light, and just a minute ago, he was a young man who wanted to take her away, he felt a little uncomfortable.

But looking at Melville's side face with a innocent smile, she felt a little reluctant to push the other person away. When she first came to the Holy City, Melville provided a lot of help to her. Although Nanting had no good feelings for the God of Light, she regarded the Holy Lady of Light as a good friend in her heart.

It’s nothing to hold arms between friends—Nanting persuades himself like this.

"Will you go with me now?"

The blond saint turned her head slightly, the mist in the depths of the amber eyes, and the golden long eyelashes trembled gently in the evening breeze.

Nanting looked at the beautiful pair of eyes that were sobbing, and she couldn't find any words to refuse for a moment. She asked slowly:

"Where do you want to take me?"

Melville smiled: "I will send you back tomorrow morning, okay?"

Nanting tilted his head and thought about it.

Her wedding with Farnes is tomorrow, and it's time to end the single party tonight.

Of course, more importantly, the God of Light, who has lost her divine nature, can no longer pose a threat to her. She has the "Scepter of the Moon" and "Sun Scepter" in her hands, and the necromancer has made great progress recently, not that she has the power to fight with Melville.

So Nanting put his hand at Melville's palm with confidence, letting the blond saint pull her, from--

Nanting:!!!

"Melville, why did you jump down directly!"

There were no guardrails in the garden of Heaven. Melville just pulled her, walked directly to the edge of the garden, and stepped down.

Nanting, who was thinking about things, stepped on the air and didn't even realize the situation and fell down.

The night was cold and the clouds were blowing Nanting's cloak, and the falling speed was getting faster and faster. She hurriedly hugged the slender and soft waist of the Saint of Light.

Melville suddenly chuckled.

As if she was baptizing a believer, she gently raised her hand and gently stroked the ends of Nanting's hair. Behind Melville, a pair of small angel wings were also spread out.

The falling momentum finally stopped, and Melville, who looked like a little angel, flew away and fell on an island with flowers in full bloom.

"You're hungry~" Melville snapped his fingers gently, and barbecue grills and various delicacies appeared on the island. She carried Nanting to the lounge chair next to the beach and put the silver-haired girl on it.

Nanting wanted to stand up and help, but before, Farnes (), she really couldn't use her strength and was forced to recall the scene at that time, with the tips of her ears and corners of her eyes a little red.

"I'll get you something to eat." Melville spoke lightly and put a cup of hot tea into Nanting's palm.
Chapter completed!