129,600 years ago, I am used to carving stories in grottoes, and time has polished them into books. And then the mountain also learned to cry.

The bitter cold wind mixed with the white blade-like snow beat at every inch of the man's skin. The man subconsciously clenched his fists. However, he looked at his left arm, the green tendons in his right hand burst out suddenly, his nails were blue and white, his wrist was turned upward, and a dark blue ring on his middle finger came out, and the man's eyes were filled with the killing intent of the fish dying and the net was broken...

The man suddenly stretched up the muscles of his whole body, and the almost perfect lines tore apart his clothes, and the palm of his right hand grabbed behind him, and dozens of hundred-year-old trees were uprooted.

Then squeeze it hard. All the trees were broken into countless scattered branches, the trunk was the body of the arrow, the leaves were the tail of the arrow, and in an instant, nearly 10,000 sharp arrows rose into the air, and the arrows reflected the moonlight, revealing the cold air, full of killing intent.

With a flip of the wrist, countless sharp arrows began to spin in the air, stirring the air, driving the fine snow, forming a white visible vortex, accompanied by the sound of strings that broke through the air, deafening. The man's eyes widened in anger and his arm waved. The sharp arrows, like dragons, rolled, roared, tore the air, and flew towards the girl.

The girl's black hair was scattered in the air, the white dress had not been dyed with a grain of snow, and she looked indifferently at the few remnants of the fallen leaves that flew indifferently, the girl gently snapped her fingers, dozens of miles of frost and snow ice crystals, surrounded the girl, and a high-speed and turbulent ice and snow circulation appeared around the girl, thousands of dragons, as if they were swept into the bottomless abyss, and the whirring wind sounded more like a wail.

The man knelt on the snow, a warm tear quietly flowed, biting his lip, trembling all over, suddenly there seemed to be light in his eyes, like a girl rushing over, the corners of his mouth flashed an imperceptible smile, like helpless joy and sorrow, and like the afterglow of the sunset, from a distance, a small back, into the white storm in front of him...

There was a blank in front of him, his whole body was unconscious, only the continuous rumbling explosions exploded in his ears one after another, his chest was shattered, and both of them flew out for a long time...

That tear, the man injected all the [soul power], held it tightly in the palm of his hand, and then used his body to advance into the storm enchantment alive, and the teardrops exploded in the enchantment, gorgeous into bright red pansies.

He lay on the ground, shook his head, and saw the unconscious girl in front of him, he pressed his knees against the ground, his right hand dragged his whole body, moving slowly, his throat was hoarse, he didn't know what to repeat, under the moonlight, he was laughing, happy like a child.

Suddenly, his smile stiffened, and even his body froze like petrification, and I don't know when, a slender figure blocked in front of the girl, silently, and the man was furious, like a vicious dog protecting his last piece of food, and roared desperately: Who are you, looking for death!?"

The man didn't speak, the summer breeze blew off his hood gracefully, and in the dim road light, his face was faintly visible, and between his eyebrows, there was all tenderness.

The man tilted his head to the other side and smiled with relief: "I'm lucky, I'm lucky, Li, I'll wait.. You. The sparkle in his eyes faded, like a hope that had been waiting for centuries, quietly shattered.

After the man died, the flowers and plants around him grew pure white pansies, swaying in the wind under the moon, looking at the moonlight, wafting with the fragrance of flowers, drunk ten miles of alleys, long and deep.