The coldness is the only impression of everyone in this ice and snow domain, and it is also the only feeling of the young Beihan at this time, the coldness that soaks into the soul from the depths of the body oozes out a trace of exhaustion and weakness to the body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I really want to lie down, I really want to sleep well wrapped in the quilt.

Although the feeling of cold powerlessness hit like a tide, the young man is still resolute or stubborn in nature, he is still fighting, how can he be lazy to sleep.

The nails pinched into the palms, the pain drove away the drowsiness, straightened the waist, and gathered the snow butterflies in the sky with a wave of the bare hand.

Fight against the water, if you don't win, you will die!

Beihan wants to live, wants to live through this casual but faintly guided journey, wants to live to regain his memory, understand who he is, and fully understand his true nature.

Bei Han wants to live, he wants to straighten his waist and live proudly and wantonly, so he doesn't want to and disdains to use other means to get the last glass fire, when Si Yun Xia Wei proposed a bet.

Win, live, get everything back.

Lose, die, no need to worry.

There is no goal, no faith, why do you live? Because you live and live, even if you want to recover your memory, you are still so free and easy in the face of life and death.

The leisurely, casual look made Xia Wei grit her teeth and hold grudges, are you mocking me!

The sigh of ice, the noble and pure ice and snow goddess sighed why the hearts of the world are only the size of a palm fist, but they can breed so many ** and sins.

The sigh of the ice, with the ice, sighs the greed and selfishness of the world.

Beautiful butterflies have unconsciously flown into the cage of webs woven by spiders.

Although Xia Wei is smart and powerful, she is obsessed with deep seeds, Mai An is impulsive and radical and does not distinguish between others, and the rest of the ordinary people are not worried and have already entered the net.

I don't know how other people would react if they heard the boy's voice, probably most of them would be... Do you think that everyone is like you to challenge the conventions? Their cultivation speed is already the top among normal people, and they are recognized geniuses, how can they be compared with demonic people like you, you can't eat indiscriminately, you can't talk nonsense, people who don't know why will suffer a big loss, and mistake the tiger for a sheep to kill their own big loss!

Or some people will, hmph, compare us with those ants, and it would be a shame to compare us to those ants. What qualifications do those mediocre men have to compare with us!

The young man's slightly frowning eyebrows did not loosen because most of the people were caught, and there was a little worry and anxiety in his eyes.

Although there is really only one person in the small number of remaining, this person is ......

Russier, rebellious paladin!

The young man commanded a large area of white ice butterflies to sweep around the spear, and the suicidal flying impact of the young man with a fierce breath was fierce, his brows were furrowed more and more, and there was a look of struggle in his eyes.

That's it, how can there be a complete thing in the world, sixty percent of the certainty is not low, even if this kid is strong-willed, there is a thirty percent chance of breaking the illusion? What if he will be eaten and weakened to the extreme, and his neck will be sent to the blade of others? If you don't gamble this time, you will die, and you won't even have the opportunity to gamble!

The young man put his hand into his sleeve and gently took out a black Tao Xun engraved with Qinglian.

The young man's expression couldn't help but soften a lot in the movement of rubbing the black Taoxun, and the corners of his mouth also pulled up a wisp of smile, with wordless thoughts in his eyes.

This expression was natural at the moment when the young man took out the black pottery xun, just like a habit that had been formed thousands of times.

The dark ink pupils looked at the black glowing Xun in his hand, and the smooth Xun body appeared little by little, either fine or deep cracks.

As an introduction, Xun will be broken......

Why am I reluctant and distressed, where did this Xun engraved with Qinglian come from? Who left it for me or from whom did I ask for it? Is it mine or someone else's?

A woman can't see clearly but can feel her serenity and concentration, happiness and joy, a soft white dress seems to be nestled with a figure in a green dress, overlapping......

Who is she? Who is he?

There was another doubt in the young man's heart.

Miss this time, miss this moment when everyone is obsessed with demons and obstacles, and want these people to take illusion as real and enter the realm of illusion can be inscribed for Shu Dao is difficult! The opportunity is fleeting, how can he be willing not to gamble once? If there is wine today and drunk tomorrow, he will be swaying tomorrow!

However, the boy couldn't help but let out a sigh, if only he had other instruments by his side.

A slightly sad voice sounded, and sorrow and longing were intertwined into a world that blurred the boundaries between truth and falsehood.

The snow was flying, the season when the water turned into ice, the few thatched huts crumbling under the snow in the cold wind, the sparse fence walls, and the only bright color in the pale—a withered red plum beside the hut, a flame-like dazzling flower, only a few buds, and only a dozen or a dozen of them.

The faint aroma was not affected by the wind and snow, stretching, intermittently for a long distance. It seems to have reached the place of concern of the beautiful woman who leaned on the door and looked at it from afar.

The wind smiled at some point, and the snowflakes with goose feathers no longer covered the sky and the sun, and the white snow was like the catkins of spring, falling softly and blending into the snow-white field.

Raising her head, it was a pale and thin delicate face that could not hide her natural beauty, with beautiful and soft facial features, chestnut hair, and sea-blue eyes, which magnified the girl's fragility infinitely in this wind and snow.

The young man watched Lu Xiuer slowly withdraw the spear, his expression was slightly dazed, he closed his eyes happily, poured his feelings into the illusion he had created, and played it with all his heart, longing, reluctance, and ardent expectation with a little sadness turned into notes flowing out of his fingertips and lips, hooking the similarities and persistent thoughts in people's hearts, and making memories into memories, reminiscing about the scene, and taking the scenery as joy, creating a false reality.

Everything in the realm develops as you like, even if you know that it is false, you are trapped in the obsession at the bottom of your heart and you are unwilling and reluctant to break out of the formation, for the sake of that possible future.

The state of mind is also known as the illusion of the future.

Gone, as humble as me, how to become above these ten thousand.

Left, behaving like me, how to win the favor of the goddess and accept the left and right.

Gone, Mu Ne, like me, how to find the revenge of these gopher-like beasts.

Left, stupid as me, how to become a peerless countryman, and fulfill his wish before closing his eyes with his mother.

Gone, cowardly and impulsive like me, how to keep those bright and clear eyes to guard the light of her life.

……

It seems that the mischievous chatter is still somewhat useful, worthy of the school emblems he paid, Ruschel's obsession - sister, Ruschel's magic barrier - sister's eyes.

He didn't mean to kill people, he just needed these people not to get in his way for some time.

White butterflies flutter like snow.

Opening one eye and watching the chaos under the tower gradually subside, the young man glanced at the depths of the forest with sweeping eyes, and a trace of solemnity and helplessness flashed in his eyes, it is really a good thing, and there is another person whose strength is beyond control is coming.

White butterflies, ice and snow bodies.

Invite the sun to dance and go with the wind.

The light of the moon, the light of the stars.

The meaning of the heart, the line of the present thought.

Silently reciting the law, among the snow-like butterflies flying in the sky, several fluttering snow butterflies seem to have their own souls, a special breath or temperament makes them independent, and the snow butterflies flying in the butterfly flock are like standing in the crowd without hiding their own teenagers.