The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

The candles in the church were extinguished, as if waiting for a long-lost curtain call.

After a while, the broken golden feathers scattered in all directions gathered again, slowly condensed into Ian's appearance, and walked across from Wang Luan.

Wang Luan raised his eyes, looked at the young man who was about to disappear, secretly held Qi Chensheng's hand, and tentatively called out: "Ian?"

The young man also looked at him for a long time, and then expressed his apology in the purest voice: "I'm sorry..."

"These days, it has been parasitic on your body, making you so seriously ill."

Wang Luan shook his head, stood up with Qi Chensheng's support, caressed his little canary bird from the air, his eyes were full of gentle light: "It's not your fault."

"If it weren't for you, I would have been killed by Wang Mingsheng early because of my worthlessness—you let me live."

Ian's body came slowly from mid-air, and sprinkled more broken feathers one after another. He seemed to want to stay by Wang Luan's hand for a while longer, but the gradually whitening sky outside the church reminded him again.

"My business is completely over."

Wang Luan could read his state of mind at this moment, it was indeed as quiet as the dawn before sunrise, so quiet that no sound could be heard anymore.

But Wang Luan still spoke, and asked again: "Aren't you going to say goodbye to Father Chinon?"

"Sister Tim should know where he rests."

Ian shook his head. This relationship was originally a matter of his own. It never brought any joy to Father Chinon, but instead caused him distress and eventually killed him.

Now that Father Chinon has long since died, what position do I have to disturb him?

Wang Luan's eyes drooped slightly. The connection between him and Canary had not been resolved, so he naturally understood what Ian meant.

"So, are you going to Moon City?"

After hearing this, Ian was stunned for a moment, but still shook his head. He knew that unless Qi Chensheng was willing to forgive Qi Chensheng, he would not be able to go to Yuecheng, and now he could only wait for the demon to dissipate.

"Since you don't want to go there, you can stay." At this moment, Qi Chensheng, who was protecting Wang Luan, suddenly spoke. He didn't mean to let Canary go to Yuecheng, but gave another choice --

The gentleman's stick in his hand tapped the ground lightly, and the starlight flashed in the dark church, and then gathered into a four-star light array under his feet.

An eagle's cry came from far away, and in a blink of an eye, the goshawk flapped its huge wings and landed on the brightest star in the star array, and then turned into a tall man with his back to Ian. Face the darkness.

On the other hand, a slightly brighter star position glowed with silver light, and the charming Bone Echoing Butterfly rose from it.

Wang Luan immediately understood what Qi Chensheng meant. This was an invitation from him. As the star supervisor of Kangxiu, he still had two star positions vacant.

"Stay here, and no longer just be Brother Jiu's demon."

Qi Chensheng paused, looked at Goshawk whose body was half in the shadow, and said, "Someone is waiting for your answer."

Ian still didn't speak. He lowered his head, neither looking at the star array nor the holding demon on the star array, as if he had fallen into an incomprehensible silence.

"Ian." Wang Luan recalled his name again, supported Qi Chensheng's arm, and walked to Ian's side, the scattered feathers fell on his shoulder.

Wang Luan stretched out his hand to catch the broken feathers, and quickly melted between the two of them. His voice became more gentle, as if it was also full of light: "Do you still remember Father Chinon's arrangement for you?"

"He asked you to leave Skoll Church, not only to ask you to avoid these contradictions, but also to ask you to go outside and have a look."

"No more guilt, no longer trapped in hatred -- there are many wonderful things in this world, waiting for you to experience outside Skoll Church."

Ian looked at him and closed his eyes in Wang Luan's voice.

After all the suffering is over, the dawn finally ushered in outside the window. In just a few quarters of an hour, the morning sun will fill the earth, the dead autumn leaves will cover the golden ground, and maybe there will be a goshawk, Its sharp beak brought delicate roses to his side—

Ian opened his eyes, and Wang Luan was no longer in front of him. Instead, he was replaced by a tall man in black. His eagle-like eyes were full of anxiety, and he stretched out his hand in front of him without saying a word.

come on.

Ian seemed to be able to hear him, and he issued a silent invitation.

The golden light on his body became brighter and brighter, illuminating the bible stories about redemption on the stained glass around him.

How about... just try...

A voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, and Ian slowly raised his hand. At the edge of the streamer, he suddenly saw the figure of Father Chinon, with a familiar and nostalgic smile, and at the moment before disappearing, he gently looked at him. nod.

"Okay... I'll stay." Ian finally made a choice, and the phantom of Father Chinon disappeared completely. He really put his hand into the palm of the tall man, and was held tightly by the other party , pulling to the third vacant star position.

The broken golden feathers instantly poured into the star array that was originally only faintly glowing, bursting out with an indescribable brilliance, covering Ian, Goshawk, and Bone Butterfly, as well as Qi Chensheng and Wang Luan.

The canary tattoo under Wang Luan's collarbone also radiated light, with a slight heat, no longer the burning pain before.

Qi Chensheng wrapped his arms around his body, opened the agate button on the collar with his slender fingers, stared at the bird tattoo, just when Wang Luan thought he would erase it completely, Qi Chensheng lowered his head and kissed it.

The warm breath touched the delicate neck, almost making Wang Luan's waist weak, and he climbed Qi Chensheng's back more and more dependently, leaning against his arms.

"Shen Sheng...?" Wang Luan rubbed against Qi Chensheng's shoulder impatiently, his voice trembled, and then he felt something heavy being pulled away from his body.

Little by little, the meridians and blood vessels of all the limbs poured out one after another, making him tremble even more helplessly, and hid in Qi Chensheng's embrace.

After a long time, everything seemed to calm down at last, Qi Chensheng slightly loosened Wang Luan's neck, gently supported his back, and patted him comfortingly.

"Shen Sheng, what did you do?" Wang Luan's voice was a little hoarse, and he could feel a thin layer of sweat on his body, but he felt relaxed like never before: "The canary came out of my body Did you leave?"

A drop of blood fell into the crimson ring, and was quickly absorbed. Qi Chensheng kissed Wang Luan's forehead, and carefully closed the agate button of his neckline to cover up that patch of skin.

-- Canary's tattoo has not been erased.

Qi Chensheng's gray broken eyes were half closed, but there was hidden joy in them.

Just now, he suddenly had an idea that he would not let Wang Luan lose the power of the canary. Now the Qi family's affairs are getting more and more foggy. Even if he will protect Wang Luan, he hopes that Wang Luan can protect himself Power, just in case.

But the canary can't be allowed to stay on Wang Luan's body. Even if Ian absolutely doesn't want to hurt Wang Luan, it will absorb Wang Luan's life as a holding demon.

So he decided to do something that no star supervisor had ever tried before, unilaterally filling the canary with his own star position, but not cutting off its connection with Wang Luan.

In this way, Canary no longer needs to rely on the life of the dying person, and Wang Luan can continue to use the power of Canary...

Qi Chensheng held on to the gentleman's stick in his hand, and tapped the ground again. The goshawk, canary and bone butterfly all disappeared, and the four bow-shaped starlights on the ground were slowly shining, and three of them were more radiant.

He embraced Wang Luan, sniffed the sandalwood in Jiu Ge's hair and raised the corners of his mouth - Qi Chensheng knew that he had succeeded.

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As time went by, the Skoll Church was no longer pitch-black. Behind the stone pillars carved with musical angels, unremarkable figures hurried past.

Feng Jia had been hiding there for too long, and witnessed everything that happened under the cross that night.

Originally, he just couldn't let go of Qi Chensheng in his heart, and when he couldn't sleep at night, he wandered in the corridor opposite his room, but unexpectedly bumped into Qi Chensheng and Wang Luan going out with lights, so he followed.

After this, he followed to the outside of the church hall, and was surprised to find that Father Will was also inside.He didn't dare to get too close, and he couldn't hear what they said clearly. He just saw Father Will being tortured to the ground by the golden demon, and finally disappeared without a trace.

On the other hand, Wang Luan and Qi Chensheng remained indifferent, and even made friends with the golden demon.

This made Feng Jia feel deeply shocked and terrified. He couldn't imagine that the kind-hearted Qi Ershao in his memory would actually do such a thing, murdering the priest in the church together with the devil!

He didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only try his best to run away from the place where the terrible thing happened, but it was precisely because of Feng Jia's panic and haste that he didn't notice that a butterfly made of silver hand bones quietly fell behind his shoulders.

In the hall of the church, Wang Luan finally regained some strength, leaned against Qi Chensheng's arms, and slowly calmed down his messy breathing.

Qi Chensheng helped him to sit on the bench, holding a gentleman's stick in one hand, stroking Wang Luan's slightly long black hair with the other, and kissing the man in his arms lightly on the forehead from time to time.

After Wang Luan finally calmed down, Qi Chensheng explained to him his final arrangement for Canary.

"That is to say..." Wang Luan was even more surprised when he heard this. He lowered his head to look at the tattoo under his collarbone, but Qi Chensheng held down his neckline.

"Ninth Brother, you don't need to look any more, the tattoo is still there," Qi Chensheng smiled lightly, fastened the agate buckles thoroughly, and gave him a reassuring kiss on Wang Luan's lips: "In short, from now on, Ninth Brother will still be tattooed." Just use the canary as before."

For a moment, Wang Luan felt that he still knew too little about Zhiyao. He was about to raise his head from Qi Chensheng's arms, and when he asked about it carefully, he saw Qi Chensheng's gray eyes suddenly lifted up and looked into the church. A corridor still in the pre-dawn gloom.

After a while, he opened his mouth as if extremely indifferent, bored but looking forward to it: "At first I wanted to let Brother Jiu take a rest, but now—"

"Someone can't wait."