There are seventy-two buildings like Yichun Palace in the Lost City, and it is said that each palace is run by the White Fox's henchmen.

The fragrance of plum is full of snow, and the plum blossoms in the yard have bloomed on the branches, as if there is a cold fragrance coming from the tip of the nose. In the Yichun Palace, it is the season when the snowflakes fall, Ling Han is proud of the frost flowers, and the wind and snow return to the people on a snowy night. Xue Wu her, still living in her own fantasy world, doesn't want to come out, Mu thought so.

The snow had accumulated half a foot deep, and it creaked when stepping on it, and for a moment, the wood seemed to be in the world of ice and snow, and in front of his eyes, there was a picture of the palace compound, flowers adorned the building, and in the high pavilion, the red tears under the eyelids of the woman who stroked the piano alone were heart-wrenching, who was she? Wood's head began to ache again, as if it were about to burst, and his light breathing became heavy, and an expression of extreme pain appeared on his pale face, but fortunately, the pain did not last long, for, in the depths of Merlin, a faint candle lit up the small building.

The snow began to fall sparsely again, and the wood stretched out its pale palm, gently catching the jumping white elves, watching them melt into his palms one by one, he suddenly felt a little sad, is it not that all the good things in the world, like snowflakes, will disappear after owning. I have to say that Mu is really a sad person.

In front of the small building, there is a very clean path, the road is full of colorful flowers, just under the cover of the wind and snow, the path is woven with plum trees, there are scattered plum petals, the owner of this small building, the taste must be very elegant, must not want to be connected with this red world, however, to weave this beautiful flower path, must be very draining, wood thought so, and walked cautiously towards the small building.

The eaves of the small building have been covered with snow, the window walls surrounded by white gauze are full of black and white plum forests, and within the bead curtain, a faint Su Hexiang is burning, and there is a woman on the snow-white soft collapse who is dressing up in the bronze mirror, she looks at herself in the bronze mirror obsessively, and seems to be fascinated.

The wood stopped in front of the beaded curtain and looked at the woman on the soft floor, his eyes shining with memories, and he seemed to be fascinated.

"Now that you've arrived, why don't you come in?" the woman sighed, putting down the delicate rouge box in her hand.

The pale color on the wood's face was even stronger, and he said with some regret: "It's better not to see each other." ”

"Are you going to keep running away!" the woman turned and said coldly.

The wood hung his head and looked at a freshly picked plum blossom in his hand, which bloomed very strangely, three on the left and right, and all symmetrically connected, with a bud growing on the left and right of the branch, which looked like a butterfly with wings fluttering. Wood took a deep breath, then lifted the somewhat heavy beaded curtain and walked slowly inside.

"Long time no see, Snow Dance ......" Wood looked at the woman in front of her, her weak and boneless body was lazily leaning on the soft collapse, her dark hair was messily scattered on the tulle on her chest, her bare feet, her eyebrows were not thin, but there was a manly heroic spirit, her eyes were warm and pure, like a blazing flame, as if to burn the whole wood out, but when she saw the plum blossom in Wood's hand, the fire in her eyes was suddenly extinguished, and it was wrapped in cold frost. She suddenly went crazy and threw the steaming pot of plum blossom aged wine all over the ground before it collapsed, and smashed the stack of delicate plum blossom cakes in front of the wood. It seemed that only in this way could she calm the heart-rending pain in her heart, and after a long time, she sat upright, and her eyes returned to a cold color, and said coldly: "You should call me Lord Snow Dance, if there is a next time, I will definitely kill you!"

The wood seemed to stand in front of Xue Wu like a piece of wood, neither angry nor happy, he just slowly inserted the strange plum blossom into the vase on the coffee table, and then bent down, frowned and picked up the plum blossom cake scattered on the felt, and then picked a whole piece and put it in his mouth, chewed it, and said slowly: "I didn't expect that the plum blossom cake you made is so delicious!"

Scarlet blood spread from the foot of the wood to the soft collapse, and outside the small building, a line of eye-catching blood-colored footprints was gradually covered by the wind and snow, and the wood untied the brocade bag that had already been soaked in blood from his waist, and handed it to Xue Wu with a trembling hand. He had to sit down, for he had already exhausted all his strength when he had reached this point.

The wind and snow were cold, and the cold wind came in from between the slabs and walls of the small building, blowing off the plum blossom petals in the bottle and blowing the hot blood all over the ground. Xue Wu's blood-stained white fingers trembled and untied the brocade bag in the palm of the wood, and suddenly, a dazzling white light filled the entire small building, the light and shadow floated, and seven snow-white wolves suddenly appeared in the air, they were stretching their furry necks vertically, wailing fiercely towards the boundless void, but, no matter how they howled, they couldn't make any sound, because the seven snow-white wolves in the void were just phantoms.

"Snow Wolf Clan's Seventh-Rank Demon Spirit Pill, stupid wood, why are you so stupid?" Xue Wu's pale fingers touched the painful face of the wood in the pool of blood, and there were beautiful tears dripping from his eyes......