How can I not be lovesick and worried? Speak to you silently and in a low voice, who is the prince of the north of the city?

This is the eighth spring and autumn season since Grandma left.

A fierce cool breeze, like a pair of hands, pulled her back to reality at once, and she also walked for a long time, the night was deep, and the wind was cold. She looked up at the starry sky, the moon was surprisingly big, and her grandmother's voice and smile vaguely appeared in the clouds, looking at her from afar.

It was almost midnight, and the homeless man who was covered in tatters and smelled of alcohol, saw such a thin little girl, and suddenly had a sinful thought, and the homeless man saw her satchel, and pressed it with an arrow, and she was heavily knocked on the asphalt road, and her body was bruised. The homeless snatched her satchel and had barely walked a few steps. I heard a gloomy voice say faintly: "Stop, I almost broke my things and still want to go alive?"

The homeless man turned around and saw a figure, slowly walking out from behind the tree, the homeless man couldn't help but be angry, and rushed over with the strength of the wine, the man raised his right hand and raised it to the sky, and the homeless man's body instantly took off. He was just about to scream, but the man pinched his mouth, and the homeless man whimpered and couldn't make a sound. Immediately afterwards, the man's left hand grabbed the grass, the leaves were like sharp arrows, brushing towards the homeless man in the air, the man's fingertips flicked, the leaves were like arrows off the string, the afterimage of the blades in the previous second was still in the air, and the blades in the next second had already passed through the chamber and were firmly embedded in the trunk behind. When the moonlight shone up, all the pieces glowed black.

There was a strange smile on the man's face, the corners of his mouth were curved, his upper teeth bit his lower lip hard, and the forced laughter came out of his throat and turned into a whining sound. As he dragged his body, he walked towards her: 'Moon Pupil, mine, ahaha Moon Pupil, mine, mine!'" The man shouted to the sky, resounding through the sky. One step at a time, he walked towards her.

The girl sat on the grass in horror, her head buried in her knees, trembling.

Step by step, the man looked at her viciously, staring at the prey viciously at a ferocious wolf.

The man grabbed her hair, and with the other hand slowly lifted her jaw, "That's right, that's right", and with a bang, a big hand stabbed the girl's abdomen, piercing through the back, her pupils tightened. Blood flowed all over the ground, and the moon was full and lonely.

"You can go with the old lady and say hello to me. ”

A meteor hung over, and the tail dragged long.

"Grandma, did I come to you like this? I have a lot of questions to ask you, and I have to listen to the story from last time, and I want a big fan and..."

"Yunyun, you have grown up, the following story should be told by you, I am also looking forward to the ending, I will return the things to the original owner, try to slowly open your eyes, see your different life, grandma will always love you, Yunyun,"

......

A hand slowly touched the man, cold and cold, and when he raised his eyes, the man wanted to retract his arm, but found that the hand had been frozen off and fell behind the girl's back.

The girl stood up slowly, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, her eyes were closed, and under the glow of the moonlight, she was covered in silver, like water and clear face, flawless and lonely but cold and domineering.

The eyelashes are slightly curled, the eyes are slowly opened, the cold is clear, and the frosty light blue eyes seem to have the capital above everything.

Slightly open, the cold winter is coming, the wind is cold, half-open, dripping into ice, the cold wind is angry, the eyes are over, the thousand years of severe cold, the snow cellar is icy. The surrounding environment is like a world away, up and down, left and right, covered with frost and snow, and under the contrast of ice and snow, it is like day.

The man hurriedly staggered back a dozen steps, his eyes fixed on this so-called 'god', or 'monster', her movements, gestures, or glances. If you are not careful, you may lose your life. Staring, staring like an eagle, motionless...