A snowflake python slowly swam from the grass, facing the temptation of food, the snowflake python was difficult to resist, and when it approached, it opened a vicious mouth and bit at the food. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The yellow eyebrows ruthlessly turned this spiritual object into a wisp of green smoke.

She stared indifferently at the snow python on the ground, and then looked at Meng Fang, who was still sitting quietly next to her.

Over the years, this scene has happened many times, all kinds of beasts are approaching, Huang Mei is like the most loyal guardian, staying quietly by Meng Fang's side, she will not be more than two hundred meters away, and when leaving, she will carefully eliminate any threat within two hundred meters.

A snowflake in the sky slowly escaped the woven fence of dead branches, slid down a twisted trajectory in the air, and landed on the fingertips of Huang Mei's makeup.

Huang Meixiang raised his head, looked up at the white neck, looked at the sky that had been so withered that only the branches were open, the sky was dark and gloomy, there was no light and shadow, and countless snowflakes seemed to be called by the first snowflakes, like a group of children after school, running and floating down from the sky.

Huang Mei didn't deliberately drive away these snowflakes, she actually liked snow very much. It's just that this year's snowflakes feel like they're coming a little earlier than usual. She had forgotten to remember the time that had passed through the woods around her.

But with every snowfall, she breaks a tree to remember the rotation of winter and summer.

She glanced at the stumps that were left after the severed tree poles next to her, and she didn't need to count them, she already knew that there were nine tree poles.

A white ice neck shot out, and the newly broken stump added a new number between the lips of the yellow eyebrows.

Ten.

I can't say how far away, let alone heavy. If she had stood in front of the first stump, she would have thought that it would be a long time to cut down ten trees in a winter or summer, but now she stood in front of the tenth stump and looked at the nine fallen stumps in front of her, and felt in a trance—ten years seemed like just a snap of a finger.

She walked in front of Meng Fang, very light and light, tidying up the canopy on Meng Fang's head that was barely coiled by dead branches, and the movement was too light, as if she didn't even want to be alarmed by the falling snowflakes.

After doing all this, she began to sort out the food for the day, took the snowflake python she delivered to her door on the spot, cleaned it, and then cooked it with a low fire, and then it was ready to eat.

Huang Meixiang had a simple breakfast, and then began to meditate. This is the only source of her ability to forget the trouble of time. If it weren't for the cultivation that attracted her attention all these years, she didn't know if she had the ability to persevere to the end.

It snowed heavily and for a long time.

There was a thick layer of snow on the ground, and when Huang Mei opened his eyes the next day, it was difficult to see any green weeds on the ground, and the simple dead branches and canopy on the top of his head were also bent. Seeing the yellow eyebrow makeup, he hurriedly got up and quickly tidied up the snow canopy.

At this time, although Meng Fang does not know whether he is learning to sleep or contemplating, in short, it is not appropriate to create any movement that affects Meng Fang.

Carefully cleaned the canopy of dead leaves, and added a few fist-thick branches as supports to strengthen the canopy. Huang Meixiang carefully probed the breath again, and after realizing that it was no different from yesterday, she walked like she was walking in the snow, the food was gone, and she had to look for food again.

Although she is doing these things day after day, she has not been disgusted with the yellow eyebrow makeup, and even her face is faintly happy these days.

Just in the middle of this heavy snowfall, her cultivation also jumped a small step, from the early stage of the knot to the middle stage of the knot.

The thickness of the current spiritual power has doubled several times compared to the previous one.

Therefore, a second-grade spirit goose was easily shot down by her arrow.

After cleaning up the spirit goose briefly, he returned to the camp with the spirit goose meat, and as soon as he approached, Huang Mei was stunned for a moment, and then quietly walked back to sit down with the spirit goose, set up a fire rack, and began to burn his morning food.

The flames were like a hungry beast, swallowing the corpse of the spirit goose.

Huang Meixiang raised his eyes and looked over, staring at Meng Fang, who had opened his eyes and was staring at himself before he knew it, and said, "When did you wake up?" ”

"Just now." Meng Fang stared at the woman sitting in front of the fire. He didn't know how long he had been sitting here, but he could feel the long years of time passing outside his body, at least from the dress in front of him, which had lost a lot of aura, he could vaguely see the long and merciless lethality of time.

Huang Meixiang looked back into the fire and asked, "Hungry or not?" ”

"I should be hungry." Meng Fang's stomach is now empty, but the hunger is not too obvious, it is estimated that he is over-hungry. He noticed the simple canopy made of dead branches on his head, and his heart felt more grateful to the woman in front of him.

"How long?" Meng Fang asked again.

Huang Mei subconsciously looked back at the stump not far away, and said, "Ten spring and autumn." ”

Ten spring and autumn, that is, ten years.

Meng Fang stared at the woman in front of him, never thinking that he had sunk at that time, and when he woke up again, it would be ten years later.

Although he felt that he had slept well, he did not expect to sleep for ten years in one sleep.

For himself, ten years is just a time to open and close his eyes, but for the awake yellow eyebrows, it takes more than 3,600 days a day. There was no one to accompany him, even if he was around, but there was no one to talk to. Such a long and boring accompaniment is actually the most boring.

"Why don't you go?" Meng Fang said.

Huang Meixiang pointed to the sky and said, "This is an illusion, where are you going?" ”

"Not anymore." Meng Fang said.

The yellow eyebrows were slightly stunned. She hadn't thought about leaving since that night, so she hadn't tried to leave in all these years.

"What's going on?" She looked at Meng Fang in bewilderment. If they had indeed escaped from Demon Burning Island, it must have something to do with the strange spell that Meng Fang had uttered at the last moment.

Meng Fang hid a trace of strange color in his eyes, and his eyes were still calm: "Maybe our lives shouldn't be killed, right?" ”

"Will it be that simple?" Huang Meixiang naturally knew that Meng Fang had not woken up for ten years, and something must have happened that she didn't know.

"Wouldn't it be nice to keep it simple?" There was a faint smile on the corner of Meng Fang's mouth, but the taste of this smile in his mouth was bitter.

Huang Mei stared at Meng Fang for a long time before he said, "The string of incantations you recited ten years ago should be from a Western monk, right?" That spell sounds mysterious, how do you know that? ”

"It's not a small sight." Meng Fang said casually. At this time, although a casual statement seemed to be prevaricating, he didn't have much thought to explain it all.

It's good to be alive.

It's better than dead.

At least that's not the worst outcome.

Meng Fang raised his head and looked at the heavy snow falling in the cracks of the dead branches: "The snow is so beautiful." Do you say yes or no? ”

Huang Meixiang stared at Meng Fang silently, and then nodded, which was considered to be a response to Meng Fang.

But she still has a hard time accepting this reality.

What's going on?

It wasn't until many years later that Huang Mei Makeup learned the secret.

But now, Meng Fang is not going to say it.