Ziyu? Ziqi? He looked at the man in front of him, his blue pupils shrank, and his memory instantly returned.

His name is Bing Jue, and he is the twenty-eighth patriarch of the Snow Demon Clan... That day, he was also making tea in this hut, and the blizzard outside the house was raging, and this bewitching man was like this, opening his door directly and breaking into his exclusive leisure hut.

Alas, this heavy snow covers the mountains for a hundred miles, and you can take shelter in this small cabin temporarily, brother, don't refuse people thousands of miles away, wait for the snow to stop and I will leave immediately, never disturb more!

Are you making tea? That's not how tea is cooked. I am familiar with the method of making tea in the human world, but I want to teach you below? Haha, no thanks, no thanks, enjoying the snow and drinking tea is also a pleasure. Well? No snow in the hut? Yes, why is there no snow? Brother Tai's body is white and victorious! If you don't have a snow reward, you can do the same... Alas, the skin is so thin...

I am the sword guard in front of the Ming Jun Palace, and I came here to discuss with the patriarch of the Snow Demon Clan... Yes? How are you?

The man who is the representative of Mingjun stays in the Snow Demon Clan as a guest, and they get married because of tea, and he is attracted by the man's hearty personality and beautiful appearance, and unconsciously falls in love with him, and after that, they become a pair of lovers.

Chinese are commensurate with font size, so I'll give you a word too, right? Your personality is as warm as jade, and your name is next to jade, so you can call you Ziyu, okay?

I don't have a word, can you give me a word? Ay? Don't, Qiming is so ugly, Qiming and deaf, it makes me seem to be mentally deficient or deaf and dumb... Got another one?

As a result, they have an exclusive, private, and only each other's name can be called, his word Ziyu, and the man's word Ziqian, taken from the "Book of Songs. Qian", that is not familiar with the classics of the human world, he searched through the group of books and finally found the poems related to the man's name in the "Book of Songs".

Ziyu, take your people and follow me to the Ming Realm, right? Mingjun is a virtuous monarch, and he has always been generous to the Guishun Demon Clan, and you are my partner, and the Snow Demon Clan will live well under Mingjun.

Get back... I'll go and play two flowers, and I will hit the red stamen to give you, love you, and protect you for a lifetime.

Tomorrow I have to go back to the Ming Realm, and Mingjun will wait for me to report. Ziyu wants to come with me to meet Mingjun? Well? Don't want to? There's something going on in the clan... It's okay, I'll come over after the report, but do you want to make tea for me again?

Ziyu, go to the hut and wait for me to come back... Let's have tea together. At the end of the memory, the man gently held his face and kissed it gently, and his memory was broken here. And then what? He doesn't remember, he just remembers that he was coming to the hut, that he was going to make tea, that he was waiting for someone... Come over for tea.

"Son... Ziqian..."The snow-white long eyelashes blinked slightly, and the slender white fingers touched the man's face with a cold breath.

"It's me, I'm back." The man took his cold hand and kissed it softly. "Come back... Drink the tea you brewed. ”

Looking at the man, his snow-colored lips were slightly hooked, and he finally had a little emotion on his cold face, Bing Jue held the bowl of tea and brought it to the man.

"The new tea in Jishan is as green as smoke, and the basket is still boiling Huiquan. did not kill the scenery to the world, but also held the drunken flowers. ”

"Uncle Yan Tong's 'Boiling Tea'." Seeing him smile, the man's inky eyes were also dyed with a slight smile, and he sipped the tea bowl lightly with his hand. "Ziyu, you carry it."

"You said you liked Yan Shu, and you mentioned it many times." Bing Jue smiled slowly, "I've finally waited for you, Ziqi..."

It is rare for a cold Yiren to smile, like spring and white snow, but it is also as easy to melt as snow, and the snow-white figure is leaning on the man's arms, full of attachment. Soon, he let out a sigh of satisfaction, and his body dissipated like quicksand, and in the man's arms, there was only a male college student in modern clothes.

As Bing Jue's figure dissipated, the sound of wind and snow outside the house gradually stopped, and the man put the man's life on the wooden floor and fished out a small phalanx from the man's pocket.

The sound of coffee came, and Zong Sanzuo's text and smiling Qingjiang pushed the door in.

"Master?" Sitting beside him, Zong San called softly.

"You're here?"

"Hmm... The Wind and Snow Barrier is lifted, and we can come in. Qingjiang also leaned on him and saw the phalanges in his hands. This is? ”

"It's... The bones of Bing Jue, the twenty-eighth patriarch of the Snow Demon Clan. Fa Yanbo took out a small brocade bag and put the finger bones in.

"Bing Jue is... Who is the owner? Leaning on him, both of them could clearly sense that the master's mood was not right.

"He's... Seven hundred and sixty-two years ago, he was... He is my companion just like you. Fa Yanbo looked at the small brocade bag in his hand, his face full of grief. However, our partnership lasted only five short years..."

"At that time, I was ordered to persuade the Snow Demon Clan, and there, I met Bingjue. We... In a word... is in love, and they have promised each other for life. Because of my relationship, he promised to persuade the people to surrender to Mingjun, so I returned to the Ming Realm, preparing to report to Mingjun about the surrender of the Snow Demon Clan, and find a place for their clan to settle down in the Ming Realm. Before leaving, I made an appointment with him, asking him to come to this hut where we met to make tea and wait for me, and when I returned, I would take him and the Snow Demon Clan into the Ming Realm, and give him a name. Mingjun and I, we have taken care of everything, and when I return to this hut, I only see his bloody and mutilated body.

Ah Shan used a special spell to watch his corpse, and I learned that it was the Heavenly Realm Yuan Dao Dao Monarch who passed by here, and saw him making tea and reading here alone, so he attacked him alone, trying to snatch his demon pill training weapon. Yuan Dao Dao Jun was too high, Bing Jue was invincible, so he was killed, Neidan and his soul were robbed by him to practice, and his body was scattered, and some of the bones I couldn't find no matter how I found them. After that, I seized the opportunity to besiege Yuandao Daojun with Ah Shan Ah Yi, and after slaughtering him, I recaptured the magic weapon refined with the Ice Jue Soul Inner Pill, but I couldn't find part of his mutilated body, so I could only bury the magic weapon with most of his body in the current residence of the Snow Demon Clan. This college student... I don't know where I got a finger bone from him, so I let the remnant soul of the big demon possess him.

Bing Jue's most concerned thing before he died was to come to this mountain hut to make tea and wait for me, and the remnant soul inherited the master's obsession before death, so after he possessed him, he came here to make tea every day... Wait for me... Take him back to the Bright Realm. ”

Zong San and Qing Jiang leaned on their master and listened to him quietly. Although the master is now said to be calm and light-hearted, they know that the affectionate and long-term master must have been very painful at that time. There are no words, no tears, and the master who has lived too long has too much on him, and they all know it.

"After killing Yuan Dao Daojun, I almost wanted to go with him, if it weren't for Ah Shan... If it weren't for Mingjun, I'm afraid..."Fa Yanbo sighed and patted the two wives, "Qingjiang asked me before, has there really been a partner in the past thousand years?" I didn't answer at the time, in fact, there were, there were, Bing Jue used to be my only partner. After his death, it took me more than 600 years to finally get out of the grief of his departure, and I didn't want to... It makes you feel sick... Sorry, I didn't mean to hide it. ”