Chapter Fifteen: Calling the Saint Rin of Ice and Snow
No one noticed how the two women appeared in front of them. Maybe they were blinded by the heavy wind and snow, or maybe it was for other reasons, but they just appeared like this.
"To be more precise, it should be a woman and a child."
There was such an uncertain tone in my heart because the lady looked like she was only in her early twenties. But her eyes were full of profound wisdom and long-lasting vicissitudes; her behavior exuded noble temperament and
Elegant confidence.
If Ling and his fiancée have the same faces, they are one of the few stunning women that Yue Chuo has seen in his life. Then this lady - is a perfect existence.
Whether it is the proportions of the body, the cheeks, or the facial features, they are all perfectly presented in the golden section. The fair skin is as dazzling as crystal clear ice crystals, and the long, bluish silver-gray hair falls smoothly behind her, extending to below her knees.
And the girl was very similar to the lady, as if a mischief of time and space had brought the same person together at different times. Except that she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, no matter her appearance, skin, hair color, or silver
The styles of the white dresses are exactly the same. Even the big sea-blue eyes seem to hide a composure and elegance that belies their age.
"The twelfth sage, the twelfth holy magician, the twelfth blue guide." The lady bowed slightly and saluted, and a voice as clear as the sound of nature flowed from between her lightly opened teeth, "The first
The heir to the Eight Saints, the daughter of Lin Yingdong, Lin Feixue brings you the most sincere greetings."
Yue Chuo scratched his head. He had never encountered such a long and formal greeting before, and it was really difficult for him to respond appropriately.
"Duke Feixue, if your greetings are as sincere as you said, why did you cast this kind of weather-reversing magic to demonstrate?"
The stern question came from behind Yue Chuo. But what surprised Yue Chuo was that this question did not come from the tricky Dongfangyan, but from that shy young man - Phil Frye.
"Recorder of the Twelve Knights, son of Riggard Ed, Marquis Riggard Fairfrey. Regardless of your status, your words seem to be inappropriate."
There was a gentle smile on Feixue's lips, but the tone of her words was full of arrogance and contempt.
"Identity? A joke." Dongfang Yan made an exception and stood on Phil Fry's side. Perhaps it was because of the same hatred, or maybe it was the first time that Phil Fry's actions had been recognized by her.
"The Twelve Knights are only loyal to the Sage. Even if you inherit the title from the Eighth Generation Sage from Duke Yingdong, it does not mean that you have also inherited the Eighth Generation Sage. To be more clear,
Even if you are an ordinary Holy Law Watcher without a title, there is no need to respect you at all."
"Guide of the Twelve Knights, daughter of Gede Tywin, Marquis Gede Yan. Could it be that the wisdom passed down from generation to generation of the Gede family has not taught you what etiquette is and the ability to distinguish between good and evil..."
"She is not from the Gade family!" Phil Frye interrupted loudly, "She is Dongfang Yan, the granddaughter of Dongfang Buwen, the wisest man in the East."
Dongfang Yan raised his head and looked at the young man beside him who was blushing to defend himself. He couldn't help but smile, and for a moment he forgot his dislike of the Riggard family.
"Okay, if this is what you want." Feixue tapped her right hand on her chest and nodded slightly, "Marquis Phil Frye, Miss Dongfang Yan."
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Many times "lucky" is something that is out of reach. When you think you have grasped it, it is just an illusion that confuses your mind.
Thinking that Aqer went back to eat and escaped the joy of meeting the Shadow Guardian, he was also far away from You Ye's inner expectations in an instant.
An arrow shook the air, passed through the dense snow, and shot towards the Shadow Guardian's body like thunder, pointing directly at the opponent's heart.
"Can't!"
You Ye stopped shouting in a low voice, and moved her body in front of the Shadow Guardian, using her back to block the powerful arrows coming from her.
Once Aqal's arrow leaves the string, no one can catch it. Even he can barely dodge. Without the master's order, once the shadow guardian is shot by this child, it will undoubtedly be the shadow guardian's attack on the saint.
Law Warden's declaration of war.
No, such a thing must not happen. The Holy Law Watcher is the most reputable civil organization. Even the owner will not be able to protect it... No, it should be said that it will not protect the shadow. The shadow will be abandoned by then.
Those who do so will only be killed or return to the world of slavery again.
Cold, a strong cold hit the body. Although the will was still there, the bodies of himself and the Shadow Guardian had been frozen into solid ice.
There was a slight crisp sound, and the arrow was bounced away as soon as it touched the frozen body.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced across the street and saw two female figures walking towards the three people below. One of the figures was still a child, and he vaguely seemed to see her looking up at him, with a wide-open expression on her expressionless childish face.
With a pair of big curious eyes.
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Run, jump.
Aqal used all his strength to jump from one roof to another.
Just now, through the snowflakes flying in the air, she clearly saw Lord You Ye, whom she loved as a mother, being held hostage by a strange man, with a shining blade across Lord You Ye's neck.
Fortunately, when Grandpa Hapea went back to report to his master, he took the white scale wood back with him. Unexpectedly, Grandpa Hapea had already returned during the meal. Although in such a short time, Grandpa Atson, the weapons craftsman in the village, had not had time to make the white scale wood into a good product.
Bow, but Hapea brought another powerful bow that was tailor-made for her in private.
Ever since he first came into contact with bows and arrows as a child, Grandpa Utterson has always used his free time to repeatedly make more convenient bows for Aqal. Whenever he gets a new bow, Aqal will always give it to You Ye as soon as possible.
look.
This time was no exception. Hapea asked her to replace Master Youye and discuss matters after finishing her meal. But she couldn't bear to wait, so she immediately pushed away her rice bowl and rushed out of the door.
Run, jump.
Draw your bow and nock an arrow while moving. Your steps should be light so that the opponent cannot notice your presence. Your steps should be fast so that you have enough distance to exert the maximum power of the arrow.
When the opportunity came, Master Youye used wood escape to confuse the strange man. He was stunned for a moment when he realized that the throat that his dagger slashed was just a wooden stake.
Without hesitation, the arrow in Aqal's hand was aimed at the man's heart and fired.
She smoothly pulled out another feather arrow from the quiver at her waist and put it on the string, and then she saw an astonishing scene. Lady You Ye risked her own life to protect the man, using her back to catch the arrow she shot.
The pain in my heart made me stop breathing. Is Master Youye going to be shot by me like this?
No, no, the arrow that I thought would sink into Lord Youye's soft body at the next moment was actually bounced away the moment it touched the skin.
And on the bodies of Lord You Ye and the man, there was a layer of light blue brilliance, like ice crystals.