ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

All flashed before her eyes.

Then, seeing herself, she collapsed exhausted.

All of these were burdens on her heart, crosses on her shoulders.

……

Under the tree, Mr. Baicao frowned slightly and looked at the wooden house in the tree, "She...... Will it work? ”

Mr. Xue sighed softly, "We can't help her, this time, she can only rely on herself." ”

Zitong is smart and talented, but she has too many things in her heart, and it is difficult for her to empty herself and concentrate on cultivation, especially Beichen, which occupies too much weight in her heart.

In order to get rid of her distractions, Mr. Xue thought of using such an extreme method.

"But what if we go mad?!"

"I'll always be here."

"After all these years, you still can't forget her?!"

"Forget her, and I'll die."

Mr. Mokusa looked at the man beside him and sighed softly.

……

In the blink of an eye, the sun sets, and the silver moon rises in the east.

The moonlight casts down, reflecting the whole world, and the big tree is also wrapped in a piece of moonlight, and the silver moonlight casts through the gaps in the leaves, wrapping the small wooden house in a piece of silver light.

It was stuck to the silver light overflowing from the wooden house, but it was impossible to tell which was the moonlight and where the star power released by the purple pupils.

The big tree was getting brighter and brighter, and it seemed that every leaf was dyed silver-white by starlight, and the whole tree began to exude a soft brilliance, as if it were a moonlight tree.

Mr. Snow raised his face, "looked" at the silver moon in the sky, and then looked at the giant tree in front of him, and nodded understandingly.

"I see, that's it!"

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

……

The sun sets and the moon rises, from the new moon to the full moon and then to the waning moon.

Before I knew it, it was already a month, and after a few days, the new moon appeared in the sky again.

……

Cycle.

On the tree, the purple pupils in the wooden house have not come down.

Under the tree, Mr. Snow stood quietly in front of the tree and never left.

Occasionally, Mr. Mokusa would come, look at the trees, look at the people, and walk away.

Occasionally, the old Song Tou also came, looked at the trees, looked at the people, shook his head, sighed, and walked away.

Aunt Hua also came, and when she came, she carried a basket full of golden eggs, and she was the only one who went up to the tree and filled the basket with the eggs in her basket.

Purple Pupil has not yet broken through the Holy Rank, and she still has to eat, and these eggs that Mr. Baicao and Old Song Tou have helped her refine are enough to cope with her daily consumption.

Eventually, a yellow leaf fell from the tree, and then more and more leaves fell, and the leaves of the whole big tree fell, and the thick fallen leaves almost buried Mr. Snow's feet.

A few more days passed.

The sky began to start to drift with snow, at first it was just a small particle of snow, leaving no trace, but it only wet Mr. Snow's clothes and hair.

A few more days later, it snowed heavily, and the thick snow not only covered his shoulders and feet, but also dyed the cloth covering Mr. Snow's face white.

The snow fell for a day and a night, and it did not stop until the fifteenth.

The clouds disperse, the moon rises, a full moon, and the clear light is everywhere.

The moonlight was like silver frost, staining the whole tree, and suddenly, the light seemed to move, like mercury, and gathered in all directions towards the wooden house, and the moonlight in mid-air seemed to be attracted to it, and they all converged towards the tree.

The giant tree, wrapped in a thick layer of moonlight, seemed to be carved from Qiongyu.

Boom!

The wooden door was pushed open, and the giant tree swayed, and the snow fell from the branches.

PS: That's it.