The group walked out of the Demon Domain leisurely, with Snow Fall and Haoxuan, the master of the Demon Domain, the Demon Domain was there, and the demonic beasts of the entire forest did not dare to be presumptuous, so they did not encounter any demonic beasts along the way, only occasionally met a few mercenaries, and the frightened birds...

The Demon Domain is really big, it took them half a day to walk from the inner perimeter to the periphery, I remember that it was only bright when the snow fell scar appeared, and now it has just walked out of the Demon Domain Realm, and it is close to dusk. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The temperature in the forest is always lower than the outside temperature.

At dusk, it's time to leave and return home.

Standing on the empty road, Bing Lingluo looked up at the blood-red glow in the sky, the sun had not completely set, and the golden sunlight was still a little undaring.

Feeling the sourness in his eyes, Bing Lingluo couldn't help but squint his eyes, but he still tried to keep his eyes wide open.

She remembered that someone once said to her: "Luo'er, you have to remember, no matter where you go, no matter how much you have opinions about the Ice Clan, please remember that you are the only heir of the Ice Clan, and when the blood stains the sky, no matter where you are, you must remember to go home." ”

Go home?

Yes, go home, the sky is bloody, it's time to go home...

It's just that her home has long been empty...

Looking at the blood red in the air intently, Bing Lingluo didn't know that the sadness she thought she had collected well had already been caught in the eyes of the man behind her.

Xue Luoji looked deeply at the motionless woman in purple in front of him, he had never seen her before.

There was some inexplicable panic in my heart, and that feeling was as if she was obviously in front of him, but she was so far away from him.

He suddenly had an illusion, like the woman in front of him, who did not belong to this world or to him.

It was as if someone had grabbed my heart, and there was a slight pain.

"Is it pretty?"

A magnetic voice came from his ears, and with it, there was a strong masculine aura, with the fragrance of his unique bamboo.

Feeling the gentle touch on his eyes, Bing Lingluo was stunned, shook off the snow scars, and said without looking back: "It's beautiful." After speaking, he ignored the reaction of the person behind him, and walked forward by himself.

Snow Trail spread out his right hand, and a drop of moisture remained.

Looking at the figure in front of him that was gradually moving away, the snow scars were complicated under his eyes.

Did she cry?

Or, did the sunset burn her eyes?

Xue Luoji's right hand clenched, and a stream of blue spiritual power leaked out, and when he spread his hand, a blue transparent bead lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

It was, her tears.