The first sun of the new day is extraordinarily red, as if it has been washed away. The brilliance once again shone into the window lattice of "Luoxuan Pavilion". The girl on the bed, her cheeks were red, and she fell asleep. Beside him, a woman in red was sleeping on the table, her head resting on her right arm, as if she was also indulging in a dream. "Luo Xuan Pavilion" is safe and sound. If it weren't for the existence of Yun Moqing, the strongest person in the Three Realms, I am afraid that it would have been destroyed long ago.

In the snow city, it is very lively.

"Hey, have you heard, last night's rain was because the saint used the three-flavor real fire to burn the 'Luoxuan Pavilion', and God couldn't stand it, so the heavy rain fell and the fire was extinguished." A passer-by said mysteriously to the person next to him.

"Eh, I heard that the saint killed her sister with her own hands, and she was jealous of her face and burned her dwelling again."

"It's just that this waste is so miserable to say, and you can't feel at ease when you die."

"Alas, return the saint! I see, this Yun Moran is an imposter at best! ”

"This kind of person is not worthy of being a saint at all, he is completely cheap!"

……

Miscellaneous words abounded, and the people in the city couldn't help but pity Yun Moqing and scolded Yun Moran.

In the teahouse, a slender girl stared at the strange gaze of the person next to her, and anger welled up in her heart. The hand holding the teacup gradually clenched. "Bang!" until it shatters. Why, people are dead, and she can still be so unable to look up. That shit, what does her dignified saint owe her!

"Guest officer, this ......" The shopkeeper who heard the sound checked out with an embarrassed face.

"Get out! Leave me alone! Before he could finish speaking, Yun Moran yelled.

"However, this is a Xuanyu teacup, plus the previous tea money, a total of ......" The shopkeeper still trembled and counted the accounts.

The sharpness of the sword out of its sheath, the coldness of the sword came from the neck.

"Do you know who I am? Snow saintess, Yun Moran! Can you afford to mess with it! If you don't roll ...... anymore" The slender girl no longer has the beautiful face she used to have, and her face has been distorted and deformed at this moment.

"The villain knows the mistake, the villain knows the mistake. The villain offended the saint and hoped that the saint would be gracious, and the villain left immediately. Before the girl finished speaking, the shopkeeper was lying on the ground and kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Get out!"

With a shout, the shopkeeper immediately ran away without a trace.

The people around him pointed and pointed, but they didn't dare to talk about it blatantly. The Holy Maiden of Snow Bath, her status and strength are far from imagining.

Yun Moran only felt that his face was hot, and with a teleportation technique, he quickly left the teahouse.

In the corner, a man under a mask holds a teacup, evoking a contemptuous smile. Saint?

At some point, Sakura woke up. Yun Moqing's shadow was no longer visible on the bed. Eagerly stepping out the door, I saw the familiar back standing under the cherry tree. The cool breeze is blowing, the white clothes are fanning, quietly, gazing into the distance.

"Lord."

Sakura screamed softly.

The "......" did not answer. For a long, long time.

——

"Sakura, you say, why ......"

It's light, it's so light that even she can't hear it.

"Lord, it is fate." Sakura knew that the Lord was ruthless. No matter what they did to her, the Lord would hesitate.

"Fate? Fate ......" she looked into the endless distance, but her eyes were full of melancholy, "how did that go?" ”

"Snow City, everyone knows it." Sakura Ling said lightly.

"That's it." Sister, if it was before, could you tell Qing'er, is Qing'er right?

"Go to the Snow Bath Building."

"Yes."

Red and white are staggered, and two figures fly into the distance.