It snowed heavily all night, and by early morning, the snow had flooded most of Mingtang and Runlu.

Runlu Mountain is covered in silver, like the legendary snowy ice palace. From afar, there is a vast white sky.

There was a constant firewood in the living room of Runlu, and Su'er stayed by her side at midnight.

He has reached the limit of this ordinary body, and if he doesn't sleep again, he will definitely not be able to hold on.

Ah Demon decisively used his spiritual power to forcibly let Midnight fall asleep, and then returned to Mingtang.

Su'er silently fiddled with the fire in the fireplace, and looked at the snow piled up in the backyard in front of her, which was a man high. Sighed deeply.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and she leaned limply against the wall, looking at the sleepy midnight on the couch. Her heart hurts. It hurts, it hurts.

It's not because of the influence of Fusu's soul realm. She could sense his grief at this moment, so even without his uncontrollable spiritual power, her heart was just as painful.

Unthinkable. That's it...

Fusu. What should Fusu do?

It's been two thousand years, and the only love for two thousand years, the only bright sunshine that can dispel the cold in his heart, has been wiped out like this?!!

If they hadn't met, he would still be him. Lonely and absolutely walking between heaven and earth, walking without wind and frost and without staining the world.

Perhaps, in the next millennium, the next millennium, he will still be just him. The ice has frozen, and no one has ever thought of trying to break it. No one has the power to melt the coldness in his heart.

However, she showed up. He met her, and she said she was not afraid of him. She said she would be with him always, forever. Could it be that the vow is used to destroy the last trace of warmth in the heart?

His ice melted, and now, his return is no longer the same as before. It's a desperate decision to annihilate everything in the world.

After the collapse, there is no room for loss of control.

Meng Yi woke up. Sitting on the bed in a daze, looking stupidly at the pale scene outside the window, I felt that such a scene was very appropriate.

After sitting and watching for a long time, the phone rang. He replied to Chen Hao's message, pushed the door and went out and walked to Sang Xia's house.

Standing at the door, he didn't move for a long time.

"Come in. Inside, Fusu's voice rang out.

Meng Yi pushed open the door and looked at the person on the bed in shock.

"Fusu!"

The man on the bed raised his empty eyes and looked at him, without a trace of expression on his face, holding the person in his arms.

Meng Yi turned his face away and couldn't bear to look at it again.

Fusu's short black and thick hair seemed to be dyed gray overnight.

Not the white of snow, but the ash of silver gray.

Meng Yi knew that he was very sad and lonely. But I didn't expect that such a thing as a white head overnight would happen to Fusu.

Su'er, who came later, was also stunned at the door, looking at Fusu in dismay.

"Your hair ?!!!" Su'er's eyes twitched, and tears slipped down again.

Her heart throbbed so much that she couldn't even breathe like a pinprick.

Who is he? Childe Fusu. A god-like man who has stood and walked the world for 2,000 years.

Nothing can make him happy and sad!

However, overnight. His soul was out of control, his spiritual power was overflowing, and although his face was not old, his short silver-gray hair stood upright on the top of his head like sharp scratches of time.

It was like announcing some kind of unspeakable, indescribable, unbearable sorrow.

But he didn't care, he didn't care what he had become. Only look at the person in your arms gently. When he looked at her, there seemed to be a smile on his lips.

He's crazy! Not really crazy, but wantonly letting the sorrow in his heart infect all living beings.

The two of them withdrew from the room without a word, unwilling to bother again.

No one would try to get him to let go of the man in his arms, and no one thought he had to.

There is a trace of good in the world. Perhaps, even a lifeless body could temporarily calm his deranged spirit.

He didn't weep, he didn't wail, he didn't cry, he didn't have anger, he didn't even have the breath of the past.

It was as if he had put himself into a dream that cut off everyone.

If you can't face it, immerse yourself in it.

For the time being, there is no other way.

Shi Xuanxuan's face was like ashes, and he knocked on the door of Runlu Hall.

She couldn't push the door straight in, pushing away the snow behind her like a long corridor, and she stood in it, flanked by walls made of snow.

Everything started because of her, at this time, what face did she have to push the door directly?

She didn't even know what kind of anger and accusations she was going to face, but it didn't matter. In addition to endless sadness in her heart, there is also regret and self-blame that can never be erased.

The wind and dust fled all the way back to Mingtang. So far, she hasn't told Dye what happened. She couldn't bear to at least let Dye Er sleep and recuperate for a while, and then face this fact that no one could accept.

Yes, she is selfish.

However, who is not selfish? Sang Xia is gone, Dye Er is just an ordinary person, what will happen if she knows that in addition to being physically and mentally devastated?

The door opened, and Qiao Ziye glanced at her with a pale face, but didn't say anything. Entering the hall, anger rose in Meng Yi's eyes.

"Let's go!" he was not unreasonable. But at this time, he couldn't reason.

Shi Xuan pursed his lips, his eyes fluttered over Midnight's face, and he muttered for a while, "Everything is my fault." ”

Midnight stood up and walked to the fireplace and sat down next to Su'er, the two of them only staring at the fire in the furnace. Because my heart is very cold, I can only feel a trace of temperature by leaning on the firelight.

"You go, I don't want to see you. Meng Yi turned his back.

"Feng Xiaolu went back to the time to investigate..."Before he finished speaking, Meng Yi interrupted violently, "Can he save Sang Xia?

Shi Xuanxuan frowned and lowered his head guiltily, "I just want to tell you..."

"Let's go. We don't want to hear it, we don't want to hear it, you know? Are you going to tell me how Sangsha was killed, by someone? Isn't that enough?"

"We saw that she was covered in blood and scars all over the place. Shi Xuanxuan, I have no enmity or grudge against you, but at this time, you don't want to hurt Su's heart again.

He, how broken his heart has been, how can you be so ruthless?!"

"Brother Meng..."

"Let's go!!" Meng Yi roared!

"Meng Yi", a voice that came from the cold and faint like a distant mountain sounded, and Fusu slowly fell straight above the ceiling.

When Shi Xuanxuan saw him, he gasped.

Knowing that the girl was important to him, but not knowing that he would turn his hair black and gray overnight because of her. Shi Xuanxuan only felt a pain in his heart, and he didn't dare to look at Fusu again.

"It has nothing to do with her. Don't blame her. Fusu's tone was cold, and his eyes were equally cold after glancing at Shi Xuanxuan, and then tilted his head, "Say, what did you see." ”

"Please open the door of the enchantment, Feng Xiaolu took the situation into the ghost. I really can't tell..."

Fusu didn't answer, only raised his hand and waved out a spiritual power.

Feng Xiaolu entered the enchantment and came to the hall in an instant. There is fear on the face.

He wasn't really scared, but he felt an unbearable chill in his heart.

The charm of mountains and seas can't resist such a spiritual breath.