The first painting shows three children, two boys and one girl, one boy holding a shaw in one hand, one stroking the piano with both hands, and the girl dancing. The picture www.biquge.info expressive, as if you really heard the laughter of children. As if infected by the painting, Huang Bing actually showed a rare smile.

The second painting is still three people, but the boy has grown into a handsome man, and the girl has become a woman who has captivated the country and the city. The two men played against each other, and the women watched on the piano. The beautiful picture of harmony is desirable.

In the third painting, there are only two people, a man in black and a woman in white, sitting under a tree, full of warmth and love. The delicate engraving engraves the affection for eternity.

Huang Bing's hand touched her chest, and for some reason, her heartbeat involuntarily increased a little faster. It was a warmth she had never tasted before, and she didn't know why it felt that way.

Slowly moving to the last painting, Huang Bing was stunned.

Blood, a large area of blood covered the whole picture, in the center of the picture, the once cheerful woman fell in a pool of blood, her white clothes soaked in blood, and the once warm man held the sword opposite each other, his eyes full of murderous aura. The woman looked at the man in front of her with an extremely complicated look, the mockery at the corner of her mouth seemed to condense into a trace of extinction, and the blood in the sky became her backdrop. It was the sorrow of disappointment, the mockery of despair and fruitlessness, the resentment of betrayal. The woman's mocking smile seemed to be the saddest and most desperate Manzhu Sahua in the world, blooming on Huangquan Road.

Huang Bing looked at the picture in a daze, her heart fluttered for a while, like ten thousand arrows passing through, as if she was as desperate and sad as the person in the painting, full of grief as if to pour out, unstoppable.

It seems that there is something cold on his face, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it away, but it turned out to be tears. How many years has she not shed a tear...... When did she start to care about the joys and sorrows of others, life and death. After being silent for a while, I finally couldn't understand the source of this feeling, and only classified it as the painter's exercises.

Huang Bing restrained his sadness and looked at the picture again, only to see the four murals collapse and disintegrate in an instant, turning into ashes.

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, and all causes and conditions are dust. Love is not love, dreams are not dreams, everything is gone in a blink of an eye. One life is wounded, one life is bitter, and one life is empty......

Turning again, he walked to the white jade table. The black wooden box seemed to be very restless, and waves of ancient aura spread out from the box like water streaks. The box was faintly entangled in a layer of sparse white light, which was particularly mysterious.

After a while, Huang Bing stretched out his hand to touch the upper box, and in an instant, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared, and the extreme white seemed to devour all the darkness, and all the extremes converged at this moment.

When the white light faded away, Huang Bing opened his eyes again. A jade Xiao in the box lay quietly, and the white luster circulated throughout Xiao's body. Huang Bing raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect that it was just a Xiao who exuded that desolate aura? Just when he had this idea, the breath of Xiao's body suddenly became cold, it was like ice piercing into the bone marrow, and in just a second, this breath disappeared again, and Yu Xiao was still lying quietly in place, as if nothing had happened.

Huang Bing squinted, this thing ...... couldn't help but say, stretched out her hand to pick up Yu Xiao, at that moment, she seemed to feel Xiao's body trembling, it seemed to be joy and excitement. Huang Bing was even more curious, would Xiao also have feelings? Inexplicably, she was a little excited in her heart, feeling the familiarity brought by Yu Xiao, and a faint warm current swept through her heart, like a relative.

"In this way, you will follow me, let's call it Cold Shadow!" This time, Yu Xiao trembled even more.

There was a smile on the corner of Huang Bing's mouth, as if the ice and snow were melting and the spring flowers were brilliant. Twisted the note under the box, but in the next moment, tears almost couldn't stop falling.

"Xiaoice Bing, don't doubt, don't be sad. That's all Master can help you with, and the rest of the road is up to you. All cause and effect have a source, do not forget the original intention, adhere to the original heart!"

Master, this is actually Master. Since she was a child, she was raised by Master, who was like a father to her, the person she loved the most. I thought that I would never see Master again when I came to this other world, but I didn't think about it today...... Such a familiar word, such a familiar tone, no one can imitate. Master, do you know that you arranged this? Master......

Huang Bing's hand held the cold shadow tightly. All this is for what. It's no coincidence that she's here, but what does the painting mean? All cause and effect have a source, adhere to the original intention, and never forget the original intention. She will, she will not be afraid, she will not be sad, even in this strange world, she can stand on the highest place, she will not let Master down.

Huang Bing closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Who?"

Someone!

The sharp palm wind struck behind him with the phantom power, and the rippling blue eyes broke open like ice, and the cold light floated.