Shen Shi dreamed of a moment together, looking at the man shrouded in the glow in front of him, Feixue never felt that this hour was so appropriate, elegant, flamboyant, domineering, charming, really a man favored by God, the corners of his lips were slightly curled, but Feixue was only stunned for a moment, then turned around lightly, and walked towards the snow spirit flower that was waiting to bloom. For the latest free chapters of this book, please visit wèn. Comfort parrot

I never thought that in this other world, I would be able to see Snow Spirit Flower again, why is there really Snow Spirit Flower here?

As soon as Feixue's expression turned around, there was only indifference and coldness......

The rose-colored glow is scattered in every corner of the garden, and the air that is incomparably fresh is becoming more and more flexible.

Beautiful, sweet, affectionate...... The feeling of bliss

No matter how many ups and downs there are in this world, I am a pure land by myself, I am alone, and I am always happy and worry-free. However, how can the things in this world really get rid of the red dust, even if it is really a paradise, it is still a turbid soil that supports it, the love is too true, the flowers are too pure, and the extremes of things must be reversed, time is like a cruel double-edged knife, it carries envy and jealousy with a qiē darkness in the world, and suddenly comes with an unstoppable momentum, and suddenly attacks people by surprise.

Sweet, happy, beautiful, like a dream, true and false, just like a phantom, this is the purest feeling, instantly dyed with the most enchanting and evil color in the world, red annihilated, bright red blood soaked the whole land, silver snow spirit flower carrying extreme hatred, instantly impregnated, bright red like those who opened on the road of the Yellow Springs Manshu Shahua, evil, enchanting, and finally all wiped out.

Forget your feelings, break your feelings, leave a desolation, and increase your sorrow for a lifetime.

The flowering period of the snow spirit flower is not long, it really does not grow......

Feixue stood in the already empty garden in a daze, and her heart was inexplicably melancholy, she always felt that the snow spirit flower must be carrying an earth-shattering story, when she was a child and her parents watched the snow spirit flower bloom together, she would feel heavy in her heart, faintly able to experience some kind of pain similar to cutting meat, still remember, at that time I didn't understand, I didn't understand, asked her parents, but the answer was always just a faint smile, in their minds, snow spirit flower is like the song left since ancient times, mysterious and distant, but I can't feel it.

Now, with a slight turn in her eyes, Feixue glanced at Xiangning and Feng Qinghan, can they feel something about this Snow Spirit Flower, or are they the same as her parents, or even inferior?

However, raising her hand to cover her chest, her place hurts so much, the pain that scratches her heart, compared to when she was a child, Feixue only feels that the current feeling is more and more clear and recognizable, as if something is about to break out of her body.

"At that time, who allowed anyone to be old?"

"The days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred lasts forever, and there is no end to it......"

"The sky is old and the earth is endless......"

A sea of fire suddenly jumped in front of him, his father was full of hideousness, his mother was hysterical, what else, Feixue was stunned, and there was a sudden stabbing pain in his abdomen, yes, and the stainless steel dagger that had submerged into his abdomen from his mother's hand, the stainless steel dagger that disappeared into his abdomen.

There was a faint hazy pain in her head, and the memories that had been deliberately forgotten surged in her mind like a tide in an instant, father, mother, ancient family, inexplicable interests, doomed conflicts, love and hatred, black and white, trust and betrayal, the purity and evil of Snow Linghua, the final destruction and escape, devilish training, the dual identity of the world's top killer and the CIA's top agent, biochemical drugs and counter-terrorism, weighing and escaping, life in the dark street, the last gunshot, and then rebirth in another world, Until the conspiracy of Lianhu, it is tantamount to a childhood wound in the abdomen, a memory that has not been felt for more than 20 years, and the snow spirit flower that I thought would never be seen again, what else is there......

The buried memory, the memory of not wanting to wake up, holding her forehead in frustration, Feixue forced herself not to think about it anymore, nothing, isn't it, these are nothing, isn't it, she has never really lost her memory, she just doesn't want to remember it, but, what the hell is going on, how is this damn Snow Linghua okay?

Bei Yan bit her lower lip tightly, Feixue tried her best to hold back her hysteria, she obviously wanted to forget about her previous life, but, why?

She didn't look forward to the blooming of the Snow Spirit Flower, did she? The reason why you are willing to come here with the wind and cold is just to hold the last trace of negative hope, isn't it? But why? Why does everything she does always backfire?

Good luck? Feixue smiled sarcastically, the wind is cold, do you know that this kind of good luck almost crushes my soul!

Blizzard feels like an ant, an ant that has been played with by fate, an ant that has been repeatedly led into a trap, an ant who is powerless to resist!

This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy that contains the cycle of life and death, such a clear feeling, and what kind of role does she, Zhao Feixue, play in this conspiracy, is she cannon fodder or the protagonist who dominates this conspiracy?

She had always thought that she had experienced two worlds that had nothing to do with each other, but, obviously, her idea was wrong, these two distant worlds that seemed impossible to intersect in any way, because her rebirth may have become an inseparable and strange whole because of the existence of Xue Linghua.

So, is she wrong all along? She can't be ordinary, she can't be bland, even if she is reborn, she is destined to be bloody, it's not just intuition, the strange poison on her body is reality, isn't it?

Thousands of thoughts swirled around Feixue's mind, and at this moment, she finally understood that even if she could be reborn, she Zhao Feixue was destined not to be favored by God.

Although she doesn't know whose plot it is and what kind of conspiracy it is, Feixue understands that she can't get out! Feixue suddenly thought of a sentence that was often on people's lips, life is a strong & annihilation, since you can't resist, you can only close your eyes and enjoy it!

Hehe, Feixue pulled the corners of her mouth with a wry smile, since she was already in an irresistible net, under the unpredictable situation of the future, she could only accept it silently, slowly peeling off the cocoon, if she was lucky, maybe she could know the truth, including the true truth of her family's collapse.

In fact, about the blooming and flowering period of the snow spirit flower, in addition to the two extremes of weirdness when it opens and fails, there is not much emotion about the wind and cold in the past, of course, the words of Xiangning, naturally there is a kind of nostalgia for the hometown, as for the green clothes that are fortunate to see the snow spirit flower, there are just admiration and curiosity, incredible, and even feel that there is nothing strange in this world.

However, this time, for the snow spirit flower is still familiar with the wind and cold and incense, but there is a very strange feeling, the snow spirit flower in this world, it is a very special or even separate existence zài, no one knows its origin, let alone why it grows, so far, on this continent, according to the wind and cold understand, the snow spirit flower is only in the Three Kings Mansion unique rare thing.

But Feixue, a Feixue who said that she never knew that the Snow Spirit Flower was in zài, when she stood in it, gave people the feeling that it was so harmonious, almost integrated with the Snow Spirit Flower, when the Snow Spirit Flower slowly turned from silver to bright red, Feixue's white clothes also changed, and finally, when the flowering period of the Snow Spirit Flower ended, when it dissipated from the world, Feng Qinghan was afraid that the Snow Spirit would be like this, disappearing in front of his eyes.

At this moment, she is still standing there, so lonely, so lonely, so independent, as if, she and this world are just two disintersecting wholes, when the flying snow with her back to herself inadvertently turned her head and swept her eyes lightly from him, the wind Qinghan was suddenly a little shocked, and some palpitations, perhaps, the reason why this flower will be stored in the three princes' mansion is to wait for the arrival of the flying snow.

As soon as such an idea came out, it undoubtedly surprised Feng Qinghan a little, but after thinking about it, he and Feixue had never crossed paths before, but they chose her as a concubine by mistake, which obviously did not have other reasons, but it made people feel that there was a kind of fate.

And Xiangning, who was standing on the side, her shock at this time was no less than Feng Qinghan, and even more than that, Feng Qinghan didn't know the origin of the snow spirit flower, but, as the spirit girl of the heavenly clan, she knew a little about the snow spirit flower that had always been worshiped as the god flower of the clan, for example, it was related to the holy daughter, and a love that happened in the heavenly clan thousands of years ago has an inextricable relationship, although I don't know whether it is true or false, but there is no wind and no waves, and the rumors are always made up according to the facts.

She didn't know why this snow spirit flower was rejected from the sky, and she didn't know why it was left alone in the Three Princes' Mansion, but, since she was a child, all the clansmen in the sky outside the sky, no one has ever been able to be as harmonious as the flying snow, and the holy snow spirit flower, the flower depends on people, and people are attached to flowers, is this three princesses the reincarnated saintess that the heavenly clan is looking for?

Lowering her eyes and forgetting to glance at the induction spirit bead on her waist, Xiang Ning couldn't help but shake her head, if the third princess was really a reincarnated saint, it was impossible for this spirit bead to be unresponsive.

Sure enough, is it because of your own heart? However, would an ordinary woman who had nothing to do with the Celestial Clan really be so accepted and tolerated by Xue Linghua?

Xiang Ning felt that she was about to be driven crazy by the thoughts of the saint in her head, and wanted to step forward to ask, but she didn't know how to speak, what's more, as a woman who admired the wind and cold, deep down in her heart, she was extremely repulsive to Feixue, she couldn't accept it, even a little Feixue might be the possibility of being a reincarnated saint.

The incomparably holy light that she had just felt from her was probably just because she was surrounded by snow spirit flowers.

What's more, Lingzhu didn't have any sense, thinking like this, Xiang Ning was a little relieved, yes, how could the high-ranking saint be such a notorious merchant woman!

"Bang!"

"Ugh!"