Bite......

The bell sounded softly, ethereal and distant, as if it came from above the sky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The snow falling in the sky whispers lightly, like a quiet ballad from far and near.

The sky is deep and vast, and the snow is like a summer flying, dancing and drifting.

The girl fell from the white snow in the sky, the crimson ribbon half curled with long snow-colored hair, bright as the red plum in the snow. A plain white skirt was swept up by the wind, light and transparent like cicada wing tulle, and the fluttering skirt poured with the wind, fluttering and fluttering like frost and snow.

The slender and plump wings are lightly stretched, and the snow-colored long skirt is flying.

The jade finger lightly holds a red paper umbrella, and the blooming ink-colored cold plum spreads on the umbrella surface, lingering poetry and full of painting. At the lower end of the slender wooden umbrella bone hangs a slender red tassel tied to a small bell, dancing and swaying slowly, blowing frost and snow.

The bell rings.

Standing quietly above the sea of silver-white ice, the ghost slowly raised his eyes to see the snow-haired girl slowly descending from the gray and blue sky above. The gaze touched the vaguely familiar face, and the eyes flickered slightly, revealing a bit of surprise and astonishment:

"Is that your ......?"

Xuan Lao was suspended in mid-air, his body and wings were bound by several thick and powerful red pythons, unable to move. The sharp snake teeth tore and gnawed, and the plain white robe was gradually stained with mottled blood.

He glanced at the blood stains on his robe, and there was still a dense and sharp stinging pain coming from his body. Slowly closed his eyes, his forehead quietly lit up with a red light, and the rose feather gave a bright glow, flashing away.

As if the reflection in the calm lake water was stirred and disturbed in an instant, several stout red pythons that were firmly bound to their bodies twisted and blurred slightly, emitting a piercing hissing sound, gradually crumbling and shattering, turning into countless red fragments and dissipating into the air.

As if the tide had receded, the sharp pain of burning all parts of the body quietly dissipated, and the blood-soaked white robe was once again spotless as before, and there was no trace of blood.

It was as if everything before was just a bubble condensation, and now the dream is shattered.

The poppy feather on his forehead flashed slightly, and the ghost slowly moved his gaze to the old man in white who was quietly suspended in the air after the restraint was lifted, and his eyes were thoughtful, and he frowned slightly.

Xuan Lao's wings stretched out, hanging in the air, and slowly opened his eyes. looked at the man on the silver-white ice sea, and then raised his eyes to look at the snow-haired girl who slowly descended from the umbrella in the gray blue sky, and her voice was faint:

"It's all old acquaintances, so you don't have to be polite. ”

The snow hair is lightly brushed, and the dress is flying.

The girl quietly stared at the old man in white in the air in the distance, her skirt was curled, her snow-colored eyelashes were lowered, and she bowed her head slightly.

The cold wind is cold, and the frost flowers are pervasive.

The white robe was stained with a few snowflakes, gently lifted by the wind.

Xuan Lao quietly looked into the sky, squinted his eyes slightly, and the half mask on the right side of his face glowed with a cold and cold light.

"So ......"

He raised his chin slightly, looking down condescendingly at the man above the silver-white ice sea, the corners of his lips hooked up with an unfathomable arc. The cold and distant voice read word by word, like the judgment reading:

"The hunt begins. ”

Lie Ghost looked at him, frowning slightly, his eyes trembling slightly.

Frost and snow are scattered.

The cold wind rolled up the fluttering skirts, the frost and snow were long, and the clothes were flying.

The snow-white wings are light and stretched, the girl hovers in the snow, the paper umbrella is light, and the cold plum is like ink. Pure and pure, like a white bird perched on a branch in winter.

The snow-colored eyelashes drooped slightly, and she looked at the paper umbrella in her hand, and her hand was gently raised.

The red paper umbrella quietly detached from his hand, like a light bamboo dragonfly, slowly turning, rising towards the vast sky.

The frost and snow are long, and the bell is ringing.

Lie Ghost looked up at the girl in the sky with her clothes flying in the sky, and a complicated look vaguely flashed in her eyes. raised his eyebrows slightly, and whistled in a ruffian:

"It is said that a man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle, and I believe it now. ”

He sighed slightly, then shook his head regretfully:

"I knew that I was such a beautiful person who cooked for me every day, how could I be willing to leave the spiral tower?"

The long hair fluttered like snow, and the girl looked at him, her voice light and ethereal, like drifting frost and snow:

"Please advise. ”

The cold wind was howling, the snowflakes were swirling, and they suddenly lost their direction in a trance.

Feeling the uneasy cold wind around him and the frost and snow scattered between the sky and the earth, the Fierce Ghost raised his eyes and looked at the girl in the gray blue sky, thoughtful. Tilting his head, a pair of peach blossom eyes blinked lightly flatteringly:

"We've been getting along for so many years, and you can make a small report, are you really willing to do it to me?"

The girl looked at him quietly, her face expressionless, her long snow-colored hair brushing in the wind, stained with a few small snowflakes.

The red paper umbrella spreads with light ink and cold plums, rotating slightly, like a stable red boat, lightly suspended in the snow-white gray blue sky.

Bite.

The red tassel is flicked, and the bell rings.

The cold wind rose silently, the wind and snow stirred and fluctuated, the ice flowers were filled, and the frost and snow were flying!

The frost and wind are surging, the snow is rolling, and the cold and solemn is like a cold winter plummeting!

The red light curls, and a beautiful and elegant red plum mark quietly emerges on the girl's forehead, and the brilliance is scorching like a flickering candle flame, silent, but wordless and blazing.

The ghost of Lie stood on the silver and white ice sea, and his eyes touched the brilliant red plum pattern on the girl's forehead, and he was slightly stunned, and his eyes were thoughtful.

The sky is deep and vast, showing a bleak and lonely pale gray-blue, but it is gradually obscured by the goose feathers and heavy snow that are flying and falling one after another, and it is no longer clear to see.

The snow was scattered in small swirls, but it was suddenly quietly lifted by the surging cold wind.

The girl quietly stared at the figure above the silver-white ice sea below, the red plum feather on her forehead was overflowing with red light, and the wide and ethereal plain white long sleeves were stained with crystal white snow, and she gently brushed towards the sea below.

The goose feather snow flying in the sky was slightly paused, and the speed of the sprinkling suddenly intensified, and suddenly the frost flowers bloomed, the ice and snow were sloppy, and the white expanse was a large area, almost covering the entire sky!

Chirp......

Chirp!

The light and crisp chirping of birds suddenly sounded, densely coming from the sky!

The snow-white wings stretch smoothly, the clean tail feathers are slender and ethereal, and the tips of the feathers are pale ice blue, crystal clear and flawless like ice and snow condensation.

Countless light and snow-white feathered finches stretched their wings and shuttled down from the snow, sending out a clear and more chirping, spreading all the way to the cold ice mist!

Slightly messy half-length hair fell down her shoulders, gently brushed by the wind, stained with a few small snowflakes.

The Shadow of Flame stood barefoot on the silver sea of ice, the flowing cold wind wrapped in the frost and snow, wantonly lifting the ragged clothes.

The slender snow-white wings behind him were still covered with ice and snow and almost frozen, and he looked at the snow-white feathered finches shuttling from all directions in the sky with a clear cry, and the plain white figure that appeared faintly in the snow......

The corners of his lips slowly hooked up a playful smile, the red light on his forehead flashed, and the poppy feather gave it up impressively:

"Iceberg beauty...... I like it. ”