"Even though I know it's a dead end, I still insist on going my own way. Although I can't see you die, but since you are no longer the real Song Qingchi, there is no need to keep you anymore. When that's done, you can leave. Fang Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, stood up suddenly, threw a prop to Qing Chi, and regained his indifference when he first met. He just stood like that, condescending, with arrogance and calmness in his expression.

"Okay, I promise you. I hope you do what you say. Qing Chi was slightly stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and took this restoration prop, after using it, he could unlock the gray skill bar and backpack.

It was still raining lightly when I walked out of the rose house, and a wet path led to the small lake in front of me, and the smell of flowers wafted in the humid air, and a wooden house could be faintly seen in front of me. Qing Chi clenched his bow and arrow with some joy, being able to use his skills again was much stronger than hand-to-hand combat. Fang Yao put on the armor of a human warrior and threw Qing Chi an invitation to join the team. After crossing the path, seeing the lake in the distance, Qing Chi couldn't help but pause.

Countless bright red roses bloom by the lake, meandering away, like a delicate red carpet, at the end of the rose sea, you can see a white building, nine statues of the Holy Spirit towering majestically. That small lake in the sea of roses is like the clear eyes of lovers, and like agate in the blue sky, clear and blue.

Qing Chi was slightly moved, and after a while, he spoke, glanced at Fang Yao, who was expressionless, and asked softly, "Is it you who designed all this for her?" It's beautiful. Fang Yao nodded almost imperceptibly, and finally evoked a smile: "What, are you jealous?" Or do you change your mind and want to stay here with me? ”

This person is really not serious! Qing Chi glanced at him, and finally sighed: "I'm sorry." If I hadn't taken her body, maybe you would have had a chance to meet. If I had made it clear to you earlier......"

"—I don't need your pity." Fang Yao interrupted her words, his tone a little rushed. Qing Chi really nodded, no longer looked at him, but walked away quickly, happily walked into the sea of roses, and picked a flower casually.

Fang Yao looked at her back, and felt a slight pain in his heart. Even he didn't know when in his mind was no longer the original Song Qingchi, but this seemingly shrewd and calculating, arrogant and indifferent woman?

Every moment of her ruthlessness and resoluteness, every touching smile, is like a delicate painting, and in the end, looking at it, she is also trapped in it and cannot extricate herself, and becomes the person in the painting. As long as it's her, whether it's the real Song Qingchi or not, what does it matter? It's just that he can't say all this anymore. She would rather run to death than be with herself, so it is better to let her go decisively.

"Oh! It's been a long time since Ortuya has seen a young man or woman on the continent, and in front of him is the Temple of the Holy Spirit. If you want to have a wedding there, you have to have two gold rings. The gray-bearded Outuya shrugged his shoulders and sat on the edge of the lake fishing, "The gold rings can be exchanged for the temple cultists, and each ring requires four materials. If you help me fish out the golden carp within the allotted time, I can give you a piece of material. ”

The task doesn't seem to be very difficult. Qing Chi raised his eyebrows and jumped into the water with a pop, Fang Yao following closely behind. The more I dived, the more I felt the coldness of the lake, all kinds of fish walked through the middle of the aquatic plants, which made Qing Chi a little dazzled, and the flash of gold made her eyes happy, swimming quickly, chasing the fish, just when Qing Chi reached out to catch it, a figure swam over, and the two stretched out their hands at the same time...... The golden carp slipped through the two of them's hands. Qing Chi's hand was tightly grasped by Fang Yao, and a few bubbles spit out of Qing Chi's mouth: "I'm sorry." ”

Fang Yao slowly let go of her hand, and suddenly his face changed: "Be careful of the aquatic plants!" At this time, the aquatic plants began to move, slowly entangled Qing Chi's limbs and ankles, Qing Chi frowned, spread his arm blade, and tried to cut off the aquatic plants, but the slippery aquatic plants were extremely flexible, and they were cut continuously for a while, fortunately, there was an underwater breathing potion, but the aquatic plants still pulled Qing Chi down at a fast speed, and at this time the golden carp swam over again.

"Fang Yao, catch that fish first!" Seeing that he was being dragged to the bottom of the lake by the wriggling aquatic plants, Qing Chi screamed. Fang Yao immediately understood what she meant, quickly grabbed the fish and threw it into his backpack, and stretched out his hand towards Qing Chi as he swam up. Qing Chi violently threw out a piece of satin, Fang Yao pulled the sain with one hand, climbed ashore with difficulty, and then tightened the satin, when Qing Chi came out of the water, the mess of aquatic plants on her head, like a bird's nest. Fang Yao suddenly smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and plucked the aquatic plants.

Qing Chi frowned, and pouted, "This old man wants to harm us. The blood of the aquatic weed monster is quite thick, and it took a while to grind to death, and the depths of the cold pool are really cold. After getting the ring materials, the two of them continued along the path, and after walking for a distance, the vegetation began to become luxuriant, and when they looked up, a scorching sun hung in the sky, and the scorching sun scorched the earth, and the temperature began to become very high, just like walking in a volcano, and after a while, they were full of sweat.

Qing Chi threw Fang Yao a bottle of fire resistance potion. In the middle of the forest is the level 120 boss Land Walking Flame Bird, and the task of collecting rings will be more and more difficult, but as a marriage mission, it will not be difficult to get there. Fang Yao rushed forward with a sword, Qing Chi began to output in the back, the damage caused by strengthening the arrows was very considerable, coupled with the tempering of this time, her movement had reached an amazing point, and the flames of the flame bird did not hit Qing Chi once in the whole process. Although this was the first time Fang Yao had cooperated with Qing Chi as a player, the two of them had a very tacit understanding, as if they had cooperated countless times, and it took two hours for the flame bird to finally fall to the ground.

Moving on, there is a map of autumn leaves, and Gamel, a fallen mage in the forest, is skilled in manipulating the power of the wind. Due to the lack of output, it will always provoke the boss to rage when the last 10% of the blood volume is generated, and the third time Qing Chi simply changed his playing style, allowing Fang Yao to switch to the output state, and at this time all the hatred went to Qing Chi. I saw her nimbly jumping up and down in the forest, and the wind poison blew behind her, not only did not make her lose blood, but allowed her to seize the opportunity for Gamel to stop and shoot a critical burst of arrows. After passing the first stage, let Fang Yao pull the hatred output again, so that he finally passed without danger.

Stepping on the path covered with yellow leaves, the cold air on his face made Qing Chi sneeze. Qing Chi rubbed his hands and let out a soft breath: "This is—it's snowing!" "Snowflakes fell from the sky and swirled.

It's different from usual. In the games of the past, the value of the five senses was not adjusted to the maximum, and after ** was forcibly adjusted to the highest value, what Qing Chi could feel was almost no different from the real world. I saw her stepping into the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, stepping on the "creaking" snow, trotting all the way, her eyes full of childlike joy.

Fang Yao stood in the distance and looked at her silently, as if he wanted to engrave that figure into his heart. Then he slowly smiled. Qingchi, this is the four seasons of the year I send you. Although we will never see each other in the future, the sun and moon are you, the stars are you, the roses are you, and the snow is you. All things are you, and there is no escape.