But if all this is true, what does the moon want to do now that the magic is gone? It's only one night, why doesn't she even wait one night? But she didn't take away so many items in the camp, so why did she say goodbye this time?

"If it were me, it would be like this." "That's all."

I suddenly remembered this sentence that touched me, and sighed, if it were me, my magic was lost, and I was like a waste, where would I go?

I fell to my knees in the cold wind, and if it were me, I would be the other person I knew, and I would leave alone without adding any burden to them in this forest of death. And the reason why Moon left quietly and left this precious camp behind is because this camp is the last gift to me, so that even if I don't want to return to Feiyan, I can survive in the safest snow field of the Dawn Forest. And the reason why I had to spare the night was to make sure that she had gone away, and to return to the periphery, so that I would not be looking for her.

But I can be sure that she is here, after all, this is his mother's hometown, and if I had to bury my bones, I would definitely choose this place.

Then the next thing to do is to find the moon alone as soon as possible, although there is no magic beast ring here, but the girl who has lost the power of fire and is exposed to the cold of -40 °C around here, each more one will be in danger of death.

I don't want to, find a cold corpse.

And the key to finding her lies in the similarity between me and her.

I returned to the camp and stood at the exit desperately calm, simulating the state of mind of the moon at that time: I had lost almost all of my strength, on the one hand I did not want to involve my companions, and on the other hand I was very shaken by myself. Then, I saw a sea of roses in front of me.

Walking in gently, on the one hand, the heart is like numbness, but on the other hand, the heart is like water, and there is no contradiction. Then I saw that the side of the trail we had crossed twice had a little bit of a turn.

A secluded flower path leads straight ahead, and there are traces of people walking on the left and right sides. I closed my eyes: I had come here, knowing that my companion had a rigorous and meticulous reasoning, and at this moment I saw this natural flower path, I deliberately created an illusion, and then walked the most and least likely unfamiliar flower path.

It wasn't very long, and it didn't take long to come to an end. But I was surprised to find that there were extremely dense flowers and vines all around, and there was no trace of anyone walking through it.

Isn't that wrong! I felt the urge to return, but reason forced me to suppress the thought—I came here and found that it was a desperate place, and that if I wanted to walk, I had to pull the flowers and vines artificially. Then, I looked up, and sure enough, there were traces of someone vacating the sky.

I closed my eyes and gambled on this last one.

Soaring to his feet, he flipped to the right-hand position at four o'clock.

There is no why, it's just that if it were me, it would be like this.

When I opened my eyes, my head exploded with a thud. The most worrying thing finally happened—in front of me was a broken flower path formed by people walking through, and countless roses and vines were torn off along the way. The moon must have been on the verge of collapse at this moment, so it was no longer scrupulous to run through this flower forest to leave such traces.

"Yue, you must live." I also walked briskly along the flower path, but fortunately, the speed of the moon slowed down after ten zhang, obviously forcibly suppressing the mood and moving forward slowly.

I can't afford to take a wrong step at the moment, and I gently tiptoe into the sea of roses.

A small clearing suddenly appeared, and it was a rare white stone floor.

Then I saw the moon.

A pure white shadow sat on the edge of the stone with its back to it, its hands folded around its knees, as if sensing my presence, and glancing back.

The cold eyes made me take a step back, and my heart felt like I was filled with ice and snow.

Chapter 9: Star Language

That kind of gaze, like the sharpest blade of ice, can cut your heart and freeze thousands of words in your mouth with just one glance.

Then the moon looked back and sat back, and seemed to see only a sea of roses.

I don't know such a month.

The moon I know, the eyes are slightly cool, clear and pure white, as quiet and blurred as the moonlight.

The moon I know speaks calmly, tranquilly, gently, and as indifferently and gracefully as a lake.

The moon I know, the smile is shallow, the waves are not shocking, and they are as clear and distant as the dawn.

I don't know such a month.

I understand that there is nothing I can do about such a month.

I stepped forward and sat opposite each other on the stone floor. "Will I be allowed to be buried with the princess?"

"Please." The voice is completely unfamiliar, crisp and pleasant, like a ring of resonance.

Then we fell into a deep silence, with only the sound of the wind and the smell of flowers lingering.

I don't know what else I can say. To such a strange month. But if all this is true, what does the moon want to do now that the magic is gone? It's only one night, why doesn't she even wait one night? But she didn't take away so many items in the camp, so why did she say goodbye this time?

"If it were me, it would be like this." "That's all."

I suddenly remembered this sentence that touched me, and sighed, if it were me, my magic was lost, and I was like a waste, where would I go?

I fell to my knees in the cold wind, and if it were me, I would be the other person I knew, and I would leave alone without adding any burden to them in this forest of death. And the reason why Moon left quietly and left this precious camp behind is because this camp is the last gift to me, so that even if I don't want to return to Feiyan, I can survive in the safest snow field of the Dawn Forest. And the reason why I had to spare the night was to make sure that she had gone away, and to return to the periphery, so that I would not be looking for her.

But I can be sure that she is here, after all, this is his mother's hometown, and if I had to bury my bones, I would definitely choose this place.

Then the next thing to do is to find the moon alone as soon as possible, although there is no magic beast ring here, but the girl who has lost the power of fire and is exposed to the cold of -40 °C around here, each more one will be in danger of death.

I don't want to, find a cold corpse.

And the key to finding her lies in the similarity between me and her.

I returned to the camp and stood at the exit desperately calm, simulating the state of mind of the moon at that time: I had lost almost all of my strength, on the one hand I did not want to involve my companions, and on the other hand I was very shaken by myself. Then, I saw a sea of roses in front of me.

Walking in gently, on the one hand, the heart is like numbness, but on the other hand, the heart is like water, and there is no contradiction. Then I saw that the side of the trail we had crossed twice had a little bit of a turn.

A secluded flower path leads straight ahead, and there are traces of people walking on the left and right sides. I closed my eyes: I had come here, knowing that my companion had a rigorous and meticulous reasoning, and at this moment I saw this natural flower path, I deliberately created an illusion, and then walked the most and least likely unfamiliar flower path.

It wasn't very long, and it didn't take long to come to an end. But I was surprised to find that there were extremely dense flowers and vines all around, and there was no trace of anyone walking through it.

Isn't that wrong! I felt the urge to return, but reason forced me to suppress the thought—I came here and found that it was a desperate place, and that if I wanted to walk, I had to pull the flowers and vines artificially. Then, I looked up, and sure enough, there were traces of someone vacating the sky.

I closed my eyes and gambled on this last one.

Soaring to his feet, he flipped to the right-hand position at four o'clock.

There is no why, it's just that if it were me, it would be like this.

When I opened my eyes, my head exploded with a thud. The most worrying thing finally happened—in front of me was a broken flower path formed by people walking through, and countless roses and vines were torn off along the way. The moon must have been on the verge of collapse at this moment, so it was no longer scrupulous to run through this flower forest to leave such traces.

"Yue, you must live." I also walked briskly along the flower path, but fortunately, the speed of the moon slowed down after ten zhang, obviously forcibly suppressing the mood and moving forward slowly.

I can't afford to take a wrong step at the moment, and I gently tiptoe into the sea of roses.

A small clearing suddenly appeared, and it was a rare white stone floor.

Then I saw the moon.

A pure white shadow sat on the edge of the stone with its back to it, its hands folded around its knees, as if sensing my presence, and glancing back.

The cold eyes made me take a step back, and my heart felt like I was filled with ice and snow.

Chapter 9: Star Language

That kind of gaze, like the sharpest blade of ice, can cut your heart and freeze thousands of words in your mouth with just one glance.

Then the moon looked back and sat back, and seemed to see only a sea of roses.

I don't know such a month.

The moon I know, the eyes are slightly cool, clear and pure white, as quiet and blurred as the moonlight.

The moon I know speaks calmly, tranquilly, gently, and as indifferently and gracefully as a lake.

The moon I know, the smile is shallow, the waves are not shocking, and they are as clear and distant as the dawn.

I don't know such a month.

I understand that there is nothing I can do about such a month.

I stepped forward and sat opposite each other on the stone floor. "Will I be allowed to be buried with the princess?"

"Please." The voice is completely unfamiliar, crisp and pleasant, like a ring of resonance.

Then we fell into a deep silence, with only the sound of the wind and the smell of flowers lingering.

I don't know what else I can say. To such a strange month.

。 m.