The man in black saw Rong Yi's white fan dangling in front of his eyes, and before he could see it clearly, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and then fell down in a daze. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although this fan is extremely fast, the strength is also quite ruthless, and the man in black guessed that Rong Yi was really angry when he fell.

As soon as he stepped across the dividing line between the wind and snow cliff and the outside world, Rong Yi suddenly felt chills all over his body, and he looked up with a cold face, only to see a white snow-capped mountain meandering in front of him, even if it was dark night, it could not block the brilliance of this vast snow-capped mountain.

Walking here seems to make you feel like you have stepped into a secret place, so beautiful that you want to bend your waist for its grandeur and beauty, so much so that you will always ignore the deadly dangers it hides, dangerous enough to kill you in an instant.

Rong Yi conjured up his long sword, and the blue light on the sword was faintly visible in the dark night under the light of this blood light, as if it was like a demonic beast that had not drunk blood for a long time, unabashedly venting its thirst for blood.

Looking at this man-eating long sword, people can't help but ask, the long sword is so bloodthirsty, what kind of person is the owner of the sword?

In an instant, it snowed like goose feathers on the Wind and Snow Cliff, as if the Wind and Snow Cliff was greeting the newcomers.

The gentle snowflakes fell all over Rong Yi's eyebrows like a distant mountain, adding a bit of coldness to him, perhaps, this is in line with the most real him, although the gentle smile on weekdays can deceive sentient beings, but that is not the real him.

The wind and snow blew every inch of his skin and every strand of hair as cold as ice and snow.

But he didn't seem to be suffering from such unbearable pain at all, and there was not the slightest expression on his face.

He hung in the snowy air, and his eagle-like deep and sharp eyes quickly scanned the winding snow-capped mountain, and then flew quickly in one direction.

When Rong Yi saw Su Jian, she was lying on the ground, blood-red blood soaked on her equally blood-red heavenly clothes, her thin cherry lips lost their usual beautiful color, and became extremely pale at the moment, just like the white snow-capped mountains around her.

There was bright red blood flowing from the corners of her lips, dripping down her beautiful chin on the snow on the ground, as if blood flowers had bloomed on the ground, and it looked extremely dazzling under the reflection of the snow on the mountain.

He had never seen her in red, for she had never worn a plain white dress, at least every time he saw it. He had imagined that she would be extremely beautiful if she wore a red dress, but today, he had no intention of appreciating this shocking beauty.

He held her hand, and it was so bitterly cold, as if it was going to take him into the endless ice and snow.

He hugged her and held her close to his body.

He regretted it very much, why didn't he add a few more clothes, now he can't warm her.

"Su Jian, why are you so cold. ”

Rong Yi hugged her while transmitting internal force for her, and said to himself in a tone with a little pity.

He pressed his forehead against hers, missing any of his usual smiles.

He suddenly realized that he could no longer control his expression, and he seemed to be able to imagine the expression on his face that was distorted and unacceptable at the moment.

He lifted his head up suddenly, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He looked at the woman in his arms, stopped transmitting mana for her, and placed her on the ground.

He took out a brocade handkerchief from his arms, gently wiped the blood spilling from the corner of her lips, and then wiped the remaining blood on her hands.

He stretched out her shirt and looked at her face as if he had never seen her before, and looked at her as if he were a stranger.

The bright moon rose from behind the mountain, hanging high on the top of the mountain like a round jade plate, swaying the bright white moonlight on the vast snow-capped mountain, as if gilding the snow-capped mountain with a shallow silver glow.

He stood up, and the bright moon sprinkled the moonlight on the woman lying peacefully in front of him above his head, and he looked at her carefully, looking at her for a long time, not knowing what he was looking at.

He crouched down and picked her up.

The night wind pressed her fiery red clothes against his body, and he flew in the wind, feeling the temperature on his body gradually rise.

The wind and snow continue, neither gentle nor violent, like a person who makes you helpless, does not hurt you and does not pay you a penny.

As soon as Rong Yi crossed the dividing line, the snow and biting cold wind behind him suddenly disappeared as if he had been locked in a door.

Rong Yi flew back to You Xushan all the way without stopping, and brought Su Jian back to his Su Jian Residence.

A cherry tree in the courtyard is still in full bloom, and as soon as the night breeze blows, the pink petals will flutter in all directions, slowly falling on Su Jian's fiery red long skirt.

"Rong Bai, come out of the Jiuxi fan. ”

Rong Yi flew up to the second floor with Su Jian in the courtyard and said to Rong Bai, who was sleeping inside.

Rong Bai walked out of the fan as if awakened from a nightmare, and saw Rong Yi, who had already walked into the house, holding the unconscious Su Jian standing expressionlessly.

Rong Bai rarely saw Rong Yi without emotion, and one of its hearts suddenly rose up, and listened cautiously to Rong Yi's dispatch.

Rong Yi put Su Jian on his bed and asked Rong Bai to light the stove in the room.

The carbon fire in the stove in the shape of a beast is burning, and the air in the room is warming up little by little.

Rong Bai lit the stove and looked fine, so he went out very brightly, it went downstairs, took out a small bundle of grass from the bag tied to its body, chewed it carefully, and found a spacious and comfortable room to sleep peacefully after eating beautifully.

Rong Yi took a quilt and gently covered Su Jian's body, and then lay down himself.

He looked sideways at her, took her hand, and didn't know how long it took to fall asleep.

In the endless dark night, the lights in the Four Seasons Palace are still bright.

Xia Song, who was dressed in black, held a bloody heart in his hand, his hands trembled a little, and he didn't put the heart into his mouth for a long time.

His cloudy eyes showed a bit of fine light, and he stared at the heart in his hand fiercely for a long time, and his face suddenly became angry, and he slammed the heart in his hand against the door.

A heart turned into a lump of flesh in an instant.

His eyes became even more angry, and a viciousness appeared unabashedly on his face.

After a few moments, he frowned, covered his left chest with his hand in pain, and hurriedly got up and walked to the desk full of fresh hearts not far in front of him.

He still held his chest with one hand, and with the other hand, he hurriedly grabbed a random heart and sent it to his mouth.

The fishy smell of the heart slowly slid down his throat and into his stomach, and he felt as if the pain in his body had lessened, but he continued to put the heart on the table into his mouth.

The wax-chewing heart was chewed one by one in his mouth, and then down his throat into his stomach, in this order, he already felt numb, but he still couldn't change it, and he had to continue to endure it.

After eating several hearts, the pain in his body gradually disappeared.

He sat down, his eyes out the window at the night, the distant sky faintly lit with a faint color.

He likes this kind of scenery, just like him, even if there is a little hope, he is willing to try his best, he always feels that he can always succeed, he feels that God always likes to favor people who work hard like him.

He hated to look at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, because it was like a Yao Ling, too bright, too much to take for granted, and he always had the urge to tear it off.

The house he lived in, he had a thick black cloth nailed to it, he didn't like to let the slightest bit of moonlight come in and disturb him, he really didn't like moonlight.

After sitting for a while, he got up and opened the cupboard, rummaging through it to find a hexagonal mirror

Then he put his index finger and middle finger together and pointed it on the mirror, and then recited another incantation in his mouth, and a swirling vortex began to appear in the mirror.

After a long time of swirling, the mirror began to become clearer, and then the vortex disappeared, leaving only one picture in the mirror.