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The snow scene of Cangyang Mountain is the most beautiful picture in the world. There is no temptation of blood, no worldly disputes, no struggle for power, no speculation of people's hearts.

In this beautiful picture, there is a beautiful figure, and there will always be only laughter and no sadness.

Crimson jumped off the high fork of the tree and threw herself into the thick snow, and the little white ball on the side would jump on her head and continue to bounce. If you see Crimson and get annoyed, you will disappear without a trace.

Crimson gritted her teeth and looked at the little white ball with sparks and lightning all the way, and was extremely devastated.

"You have the ability, don't run next time!" Crimson stared at him, helpless to see the shadow of the culprit in front of him.

Wisps of messy hair hung down in front of him, crimson shook his head like a rattle, and walked to the side of the stream to comb helplessly and angrily.

The crystal clear water of the stream reflects everything in this valley, and the fish in the water pass by from time to time, rippling with little bits.

When Crimson approached, a beautiful woman's figure was reflected in the crystal clear stream. Cardamom is in his prime, but he is stunning, and the heroism and tenacity that loom between his eyebrows are pleasing to the eye.

Although the woman's three thousand green silk is a little messy, it reveals a different charm and graceful demeanor.

Crimson was still nagging as she stroked her messy hair, which was almost as long as her height.

Once she had combed it, Crimson sat down on the rocks by the stream, something she used to do.

Because, next to this stream, from this position, she only needs to look up to see the top of Cangyang Mountain not far away. Although it is a little far away, it can be seen vividly, and the snow above that has not melted for many years is piled up layer by layer, and the above must be cold and biting, and the cold air is pressing.

Inexplicably, Crimson shuddered, and the haze in her heart emerged again, but her eyes were often disobedient, and she couldn't control her gaze at that place for a long time.

What's there?

Will there be anyone?

Or nothing?

Frozen......

Every time she thinks about it, Crimson can't stop smiling bitterly.

It is the end of the world, and what can exist there?

There is nothing there but the cold......

hugged her body, Crimson felt inexplicably cold, no longer looked there, stood up and walked away.

The spotless white clothes finally disappeared into the snow-white forest, and they didn't know where to go.

And on the top of Cangyang Mountain, which has stood for many years, a figure of a man who seems to be dissolved slowly falls, dressed in red, peerless, and the blood-red clothes are slightly raised, but it is cold and piercing.

The man was dressed in red, wearing a blood-colored cloak, and his slender and thin body was blown by the wind of Cangyang Mountain. A light breeze swept over his shoulders, brushing off the cloak that covered his face.

Suddenly, the white hair flew in the wind, and the silver hair swept over his bright and handsome but cold and ruthless eyebrows. White hair, red clothes, like the most beautiful scenery in the world, the most icy specimen.

After years and years, he will still come to this Cangyang Mountain from time to time.

But his green silk was suddenly pale.

Remnant Yu's eyes swept over his silver hair, looking at the top of Cangyang Mountain, which had not changed for years, and the corners of his lips finally rippled.

It was only in this place that he seemed to be alive.

Looking around, this cold place still remained unchanged for years, and his time seemed to stay forever with this unchanging scene.

Turning slowly, I looked down at the scene below, everything seemed to be wrapped in snow and ice. But a small stream in the valley has not changed for many years, and it still flows slowly.

Just like the light in his heart, even if he is in a darker place, it can still illuminate him.

Sitting in the snow at will, letting the wind and snow cover his red clothes, the remnant feather looked at the snow scene as before, his eyes gradually lost focus, and his soul wandered to which moment of the year, month, and ......

The top of Cangyang Mountain, which is made of ice carved jade, has only that touch of red.

Once upon a time, there was also a touch of red dancing in the snow all day long, but it was different after all.

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Crimson walked slowly, and there was no little white ball along the way, and she didn't know where to run to frolic on her own.

A few days ago, Lord Hades said that he had something to do and was going to leave for a while, and it had been three months in the blink of an eye. But I still didn't see him turn around.

The more Crimson thought about it, the more decadent she became, so she stood still and looked at the sky, and shouted loudly, "Are you never coming back?"

The sound was clear, as if piercing through the clouds, connecting the snowflakes to the sky.

However, there was not even a single echo of the answer.

The snow on the top of Cangyang Mountain seemed to pause for a moment, and then it began to sprinkle again.

Remnant Yu suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, and his ears still echoed with Fang Cai's clear voice, which was inexplicably involved.

Suddenly, he stood up and flew down from where the sound came.

Squatting on the ground, crimson hands on his cheeks, his eyes were blank, leaning against the ancient tree on the side, not knowing what he was thinking.

The falling snowflakes fell on her white clothes, on the long green silk, like an ink painting.

The breeze is coming, and the snowflakes in the sky are like elves in this world, affecting that place?

Suddenly, in this ink-splashed painting, a touch of red indiscriminately entered, incompatible with this ink painting, and dazzling.

The remnant feather flew and fell, looking at the snowflakes in the sky, and the white clothes were hidden in the snow, as if they were one with this heaven and earth.

It's just that the familiar white clothes, different faces, and unfamiliar feelings.

Remnant Yu laughed at himself, a touch of bitterness crossed his lips, and he couldn't help but sigh lightly.

The soul crystal is extinguished, and it returns to heaven and earth, and from then on, there will never be a trace of that person in this world.

In the past few years, he wandered, and he dreamed without giving up?

Remnant Yu gently closed his eyes, breathing in the air without her, feeling the world without her, this feeling he had experienced for many years. Is obsession a problem? Why did you suddenly get used to it?

A snowflake fell on his eyebrows, and his crimson eyelashes trembled and slowly opened his eyes, entering the snow forest that had not changed for many years, but it was just ......

Crimson fixed her eyes, looking at the different colors in the distance with some surprise.

Standing up slowly, looking at the figure with eyes that couldn't be removed.

What kind of picture is that?

Crimson thought it was the most beautiful scenery she'd ever seen.

The white in the sky fell on the red clothes, like the most beautiful embellishment. And the pale hair flew in the wind, as if entering this vast world.

The man's eyebrows were slightly closed, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he had a thousand pains and bitterness.

For some reason, Crimson felt a sudden sting somewhere in her heart, and even her soul couldn't stop trembling.

It's just that she couldn't take her eyes off the man after all.

What's wrong with her?

Is she sick?