Emperor, luan, phoenix, colorful birds.

Luan, the spirit of the gods.

As the old saying goes: When the bird rises, all things are born.

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Snow Valley

It's hard to imagine that this valley, which is like spring all year round, could be called "snow".

In the spring of March, the pear blossoms all over the mountain bloom one after another, reflecting each other, like the shocking snow in the capital three years ago.

Unlike this fairyland on earth, the heavy snow in the capital only brings the misery of life.

If someone were to stand outside the snow valley and look out, they would not be able to think of any words to describe the scenery in front of them except in amazement.

In the center of the valley is an unusually thick thousand-year-old pear tree, and under the tree there is a thatched hut built by the valley owner himself.

It was nearly evening.

The sound of breaking the sky suddenly sounded, and something was flying across the sky towards the snow valley.

As one of the colorful birds, Luan Niao should have a colorful luster on its wings. But right now, the moon-white feathers are a little desolate under the red sunset.

Luan Bird lowered his head and saw that his extremely familiar figure was standing under the grass house, so he slowed down, shaking his dust in the air, and then the slightly large figure shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into the size of an ordinary magpie, and gently slid down the man's shoulder.

"Coming back?" the man asked.

Luan Niao nodded, not daring to speak.

The narrow eyes peeked at it, and seeing that the master's face did not change, Luan Niao breathed a big sigh of relief in his heart.

This time, I was greedy for fun and returned late, but fortunately, the owner was in a good mood and did not punish himself.

Next to her is the true owner of Snow Valley, if you evaluate it according to the scholars in the world, there is no better way to describe her than pure and elegant.

The black hair falls lightly on the waist like a waterfall, moving in the wind, wearing a moon-white dress, in addition to the elegant temperament, it adds a bit of elegance.

The petals follow the wind, as free and warm as spring snow.

The bird closed its eyes and sniffed the faint fragrance in the air, and couldn't help but indulge in it.

Since the injury to it, the feathers have turned from five colors to moon white, and the owner has never been seen wearing clothes other than plain colors.

"Eventually, it came. ”

The woman looked into the distance with a complicated expression, neither wanting him to come, but also hoping that he would come.

Seeing that the handsome young man in the crow blue costume was getting closer and closer, she didn't know how to speak, who was not good at communicating.

Luan Niao opened his eyes a little puzzled, and waited until the blurred outline gradually became clear, and then he saw the appearance of the person clearly.

"This ...... This is not ......" Before he could finish speaking, Luan Niao was about to get up and fly towards the grass hut behind him, but was stopped by his master.

"Why are you going?"

Luan Niao's heart was panicked, his pupils dilated, and his voice trembled:

"The devil... The devil is coming... I'm going to run, I'm going to run!"

Seeing that the Luan Bird was not in the right mood, the master of Snow Valley held it in his arms and comforted it softly:

"Don't worry, not this time. ”

The woman's hand seemed to have a unique magic, which gradually calmed down the originally panicked Luanniao.

Or the woman's arms are too warm, and the bird actually falls asleep, and the young man never wakes up after he lands.

"What is it?" the young man in the blue robe pointed to the luan bird in the woman's arms, a little curious.

The scene just now is in full view of the young man.

The woman's hair moved slightly, and the petals scattered around her body slowly floated, connecting with the petals that kept falling in the sky, turning into a comfortable shaker out of thin air.

Putting the bird in the shaker, the master of Snow Valley explained with a complicated expression:

"The last time I was frightened by you, I was going to run when I saw you. ”

"It's really... I'm sorry. ”

The boy scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, he had indeed caused Yukiya a big problem.

"Oh, yes, this one is for you. ”

The young man thought of something, shook his left hand lightly, and handed the five-colored crystal in his palm to the woman.

The woman lowered her head and took the crystal, which was a promise made to herself after the last time the teenager was sober.

It's just that, compared to crystal, she cares more about the promise made by the boy and his master at that time.

"Do you really want to go for a walk around this world?" the woman was a little worried.

The young man nodded, since he promised the master, how could he break his word.

"But you've just come out......"

The young man raised his hand and interrupted what the woman was about to say, and smiled and comforted:

"Don't worry, sister, I'll be fine this time. And the master told me what you said about me, and I knew it in my heart. ”

After saying that, the young man learned from the woman's movements just now, made a larger bed for himself, and lay down unceremoniously.

"It's pretty comfortable. ”

"I'm not done yet, you ......."

The angry owner of Snow Valley saw that his godbrother didn't care about the unknown risks, and he was more relieved in his heart than to hold for his younger brother.

She will never forget the sorrow and grief in her eyes after being slapped awake by her own slap and the soul lost boy who was scarred and blackened.

It was only then that she realized that she had already become the only pillar in the teenager's heart.

Although the young man is like a god in the eyes of the world, she is still the little child who will cry and beg for comfort in her heart.

It's just that the little kid in front of her really blocked everything for her this time.

But after all, you are still the little boy who has just passed the age of the weak crown, why don't you let your sister bear it?

The woman looked at the sleeping teenager, the corners of her mouth were slightly downward, her nose was a little sour, and she couldn't bear to say out:

"You have tasted all the sufferings in this world, why do you still want to learn from yourself when you were young?

The young man in "Sleeping" seemed to dream of delicacies, and murmured: "Sweet naturally wants my sister to eat, this is too bitter, I will come." ”

The woman lowered her head and touched her face, wiped it gently, raised her head and looked at the big and small lying on the shaking bed, and whispered:

"You take Xiao Luan to this world for a walk, and with the multicolored stone, the original wound in its body will gradually recover. As for myself, I also need to find some time to retreat and heal. ”

The boy didn't speak, Luan Niao was still dreaming of his own, and after the woman finished speaking, she raised her head and looked at the flower rain flying in the sky in a daze.

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"Master, what does Sister Bai say about me?"

"Boy, do you really want to hear it?"

"Hmm. ”

"When you are young, you are so difficult, like walking barefoot in a muddy place, not seeing the light of day, taking the hope of your heart as the light and the wishes of your friends as the guide, and going ashore. The young man uses suffering as water, cutting hair, cleaning his hands, and cleaning his feet. After taking a cup of regret water, drink it into the throat, and store it in the state of mind, there is no difference here. ”