The long light white is endless, and a touch of black is silent.

In the corner of the snow ridge, a person wearing a heavy black cloak covered most of his head and body, sat down on an ice-covered rock in the snow, and folded a piece of paper in his hand intently.

The snow fell faintly on his coat, and the man didn't notice it, but folded, folded, and folded the white paper in his hand, and slowly folded it into an outline.

His exposed hands outside the cloak were extremely white, comparable to the cold and snow around him, and under the cloak, the green behind his ears was scattered unrestrained, and a few wisps slid to his shoulders and chest, dark as ink, dark and bright.

A black iron mask covered the bridge of his nose, and the exposed lips were extremely beautiful, light and light, like peach blossoms falling in March.

The eyes are deep and secluded, full of night flowers, shimmering and glazed.

He stared quietly at the paper in his hand, and his whole body was shrouded in a faint gloomy desert.

Snow-colored skin, ink-colored hair, a dark color, black clothes like a curtain.

Purse between your lips...... He lowered his head and slowly folded the paper in his hand into a shape.

"You saved my life and bit me again. The black-clothed young man in the snow whispered to the white wolf who folded the paper in his hand, "Don't we owe each other?"

As he spoke, he slowly turned his head, and a white, plump white wolf stood behind him, looking down at the boy and exhaling hot air.

The young man in black looked at it with a slight frown, turned around and took the origami in his hand and compared it with it.

Except for being much smaller, everything else is very similar.

"Didn't you bite me and run away?" the young man in black reached out and took out a small leather bag from his bosom......, and put the paper-folded white wolf in it. At the same time, he took out a human-shaped origami from the bag and put it in front of the white wolf: "Also, who is he?"

The white wolf's eyes lit up, and he immediately stuck out his tongue to lick the paper figure.

The young man in black frowned slightly, and immediately withdrew his hand: "Don't lick it, it'll be bad." ”

The black-clothed young man looked down at the paper figure again, and after a while, he muttered, "You and him should have saved me that day...... But I flipped through the previous origami, and there was no ...... you" The young man looked up at the white wolf again, and there was a slight confusion in his eyes: "So why did you and him save me? Who are you? Who is he?"

The white wolf seemed to understand his words, howled at him a few times, approached his huge body in front of the young man, and rubbed against him.

The boy instinctively avoided it, but he was still swept to his face by the long fluffy tail of the white wolf, and felt that it was fluffy, soft and soft, and did not seem to be annoying, so he was slightly stunned.

The young man in black looked at the white wolf's tail, hesitated for a long time, and reached out to grab the fluffy and soft white tail.

Zongbai let him grasp the tail in his hand and did not withdraw it for a while.

The corners of the black-clothed young man's mouth unconsciously raised slightly, and suddenly it was like a peach blossom blooming three petals in spring, fresh and innocent, delicate and feminine.

A familiar horror flashed in the white wolf's eyes.

In the next moment, he saw a little bad in his eyes, and suddenly he pulled his tail with a lot of force in his hand.

The white wolf took a step back with great familiarity, and then flicked his tail in his face.

The black-clothed boy was a little stunned by it: "You know I'm going to pull your tail?"

Zongbai almost wanted to roll his eyes: sure enough, the country is easy to change, and his nature is difficult to change. I haven't lost my bad habits when I was a child!

The young man said, "Aren't you able to get bigger? Why did you retract back to this picture? This man in my hand is your master?"

Seeing that he pointed to the paper figure in his hand, he shook his long tail and nodded again and again.

The black-clothed young man was not surprised when he saw its movements, carefully put away the two sides of the origami, and then said to the white wolf in front of him: "My name is Mo Yiran, what are you calling?"

The young man glanced at the snow-white and majestic white wolf in front of him, and guessed, "Big white, little white, white white?"

The white wolf glanced at him and turned his head away.

The young man guessed more seriously: "Ah Xue, Xiao Xue, Xue'er?"

The white wolf sat down in the snow with his butt and didn't bother to wag his tail.

The young man smiled, his glass-like eyes lit up slightly, and the always soft and gloomy look on his eyebrows finally faded, and he could feel the young man's youth and innocence. "You ......"

Huo Ran and the white wolf were both the same, and the two of them each glanced behind them.

The white wolf's ears popped up in an instant, and he took a few steps to listen to the sound of the wind in the depths of the snowy ridge, as if he had heard a call.

The young man in black regained the silent gloomy color he had when he was alone before, and slowly stood up.

The white wolf walked away, turned back and whined softly at him, and then spread his four paws and ran away as fast as he could.

Did the man call you?

The black-clothed boy watched it run away, lowered his head and took the bag of origami that put a wolf and a man in his arms.

The snow is vast and the eyes are endless.

Dressed in black, swaying in the snow and fluttering like an inky flag, he turned back, the cloak on his body spun out a cold arc, and the young man slowly turned his head and looked at a person who was sweeping in the distance.

But in the blink of an eye, the man was already in front of him.

"Your footwork seems to be faster than before. The boy looked at her and said.

"Not as good as Shadowwood. The woman looked at the young man and said indifferently. Her voice was so hard that she couldn't hear any emotional fluctuations, just like her face was as cold as a hate. "The master is in front and wants to see you. ”

The young man in black nodded, his expression gloomy and indifferent.

The woman swept away, followed by the young man, and two dark shadows fluttered like black snow.

After walking for a while, I saw two columns of solemn black clothes fluttering on horseback from a distance.

One stood at the end of a dozen black-clothed people, with his back to everyone, standing quietly in the snow and looking up at the snowy ridge beyond.

The same ink-colored robe fluttered in the wind, the clothes were thin, the body was long, and the large and intricate lines at the sleeves and collar of the placket kept inspiring with the robe in the snow.

The snow-colored scarf is like condensed snow, reflected on the black hair, and it is swept together with the three thousand green silks.

It is like being bound at the end of the wind and snow, and it is impossible to escape the cold wind in a lifetime, and it is like a lonely feather that wanders and wanders, looking for it, but it is difficult to find a place to live.

So his life was upside down.

So he was lonely and lonely all his life.

The man stood quietly in the snow, his expression was extremely peaceful, but his eyes were sparse and far-reaching, and a faint sadness was stored in his eyes, lonely, bitter, and hesitant.

Reflected in his gentle expression as if he could drip water, it made people's hearts pinch and hurt gently.

Everyone waited silently not far behind him, their expressions solemn, and no one dared to step forward. No matter how long the man stood, he just waited in silence. There was only the sound of wind and snow around.

The woman brought the boy in, and his body was in a long way, and he disappeared in the vast white snow, and he could not be found again. I don't know where it looks.

The black-clothed young man stood in the distance and looked at the man for a while, his eyes slowly dying with sadness.

The two columns of black-clothed men were still silently riding on their horses without moving, looking at the surroundings with cold faces and not saying a word.

Only the young man slowly approached the man, and when he was very close, the two sighs overlapped, and the young man in black couldn't help but reach out and hug him from behind.

The demeanor is very light, gentle and timeless. "Father-in-law. ”

The man let him hold him for a moment, then let out a low sigh.

"I have sent the shadow master Shadow Wood to Lingnan to fetch Qiyang grass, they are already on the way to Shuchuan, it should be the fastest......" The man's voice was hoarse, obviously he had not rested for several days, and his body was also covered with a layer of tiredness and weakness.

The man turned around and stroked the young man's hair, and said softly: "You are seriously injured and have just recovered, I wanted to ask you to recuperate for a few days, but it is reported that Mei Shuying also went to Lingnan...... Although I don't know the reason, this person has already recognized the identity of the Shadow Master, and if they let them meet, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get along, so I want you and Shadow Blood to rush to pick it up. ”

The black-clothed young man nodded, raised his head and looked at the man quietly: "My father-in-law is sad because he hasn't been able to find that person?"

The man's eyes softened, and the hand on the young man's head became even softer: "If I knew that I would be seen by you, I wouldn't be sad." ”

The young man shook his head slightly: "It's not sad, how can a righteous father control it...... I am afraid that the one who hurts my father's sorrow will never see your sorrow. ”

The man's eyes were like water, and he said softly: "No one in the world can see it except you, and her words can't." ”

The young man hugged the man again, and said with emotion: "Why does the father-in-law hide his heart so deeply, but every time he sees it, he will always feel distressed." ”

The man looked down at him, his eyes deep and soft, for a long time, and there was a hint of apology in his voice: "It's hard for you." With that, he lowered his head and gently touched the young man's forehead.

But he went. ”

"Hmm. ”

The black-clothed boy let go of the man and turned to leave.

The man looked back at him, his eyes full of guilt and pain. After a long time, when he saw that Shadow Blood had caught up with the boy, he turned his gaze again and looked at the deep snow in the distance.

He whispered, "Go with me again." ”

Everyone responded: "Yes." ”