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She and he should have been protecting this temple for hundreds of years.

She is Meng Ji, a spiritual creature on the snow-capped mountains; He is a member of the Guardian Clan, and has been blessed by the god of the snow-capped mountains since his ancestors.

Snowy mountains for two people, it's cold.

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Xia Mingjun has been away for more than two years.

There is not a trace of life in the temple.

Binghime sat at the entrance of the temple, looking up at the unchanging landscape.

It turned out to be a single-digit year, and it was so difficult to change to a person.

The snow on the mountain had been much heavier these days, and she should go and clear the snow in front of the temple.

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"I came from Chang'an, but I got lost in the snowy mountains."

It was the person Bing Ji had just picked up in the snow.

When Bing Ji saw him, the man was trapped in the snow, half frozen and unconscious.

The oracle had warned Bing Ji not to touch the mortal dust.

But in line with the principle of helping the world and saving people, Bing Ji still brought him back to the temple and settled down.

"When the snow is light, I'll show you the way out."

Bing Ji warmed the tea and handed it to the man.

Except for Xia Mingjun, she has never been in contact with anyone else.

"In Xia Xiangzuo, a family of merchants in Chang'an."

"The girl is not like a mortal thing, how do you call it?"

Xiang Zuo's demeanor is elegant, his demeanor is extraordinary, and he asks with a cup.

"Ice Hime."

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In the days that followed, Xiang Zuo lived in Xia Mingjun's original house.

From now on, this cold and dusty place has one more person as a companion.

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"Binghime, do you know what day it is?"

"Today?"

"Today is the Chang'an Lantern Market rally."

"Chang'an...... Lamp Market ...... What is it? ”

"The city is full of lights, the night is like day, the people are bustling, no more than this Kunlun, you are the only one, so deserted."

"Night is like day...... Bustling with voices...... You tell me about the things under the mountain and the story of Chang'an. ”

"Okay, let me take my time......"

Xiang Zuo Bingji sat side by side outside the Snow Mountain Temple, looking at the endless white, outlining the gorgeous patterns.

Changan......

The snow in Kunlun is still very heavy, how long can Xiang Zuo stay.

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If he leaves, then all the beautiful dreams and flashy stories of Chang'an will be gone.

A suffocating ache hits.

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The oracle warned her not to touch the mortal dust.

Watching the snow in Kunlun gradually get smaller.

Xiang Zuo didn't think so, and still told Bing Ji about those anecdotes between humans.

Bing Ji is absent-minded today.

After getting acquainted with Xiang Zuo, she did not deliberately maintain her cold appearance, but unabashedly revealed her curiosity about the world outside the mountain to Xiang Zuo.

She has survived for a hundred years, and she has always been accompanied only by the pure-hearted Xia Mingjun.

Those Yingyan songs and dances, she also wants to know.

As soon as the snow stopped, it would be impossible for Xiang Zuoding to stay for a long time.

Then he's leaving......

In the vast snowfield, there is only Bing Ji left again.

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"Binghime, what's wrong with you?" Xiang Zuo noticed the gloom of Bing Ji these days, and finally spoke.

"I'm ......" Bing Ji turned her head away, avoiding Xiang Zuo's gaze.

"The wind and snow are light, and I'm leaving soon."

"Do you miss me?"

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Bing Ji somehow became angry and bloody, and responded to Xiang Zuo's request and personally sent him down the mountain.

This is the path that she has guided countless people to survive, and she has finally set foot on it herself.

"Nothing...... Xia Mingjun also left alone, I will go down the mountain for some time, and I won't delay anything......" Bing Ji comforted herself.

I wanted to send it to the foot of the mountain, so she set off for the return trip, but when she came to the mountainside and saw the fireworks crowd, Bing Ji was still moved.

The greenery, the smoke, the unseen greenery of Kunlun, the smell of burnt in the ashes......

This is everything that Bing Ji yearns for in Xiang Zuo's words.

"Binghime?"

Xiang Zuo stopped and observed the stunned Bing Ji.

He smiled: "Otherwise, you go to Chang'an with me, and I will accompany you." ”

Gongzi smiled, full of earthly chaos and the smell of fireworks in the mortal world, leaving this Kunlun, he was so bold, all of which Bing Ji didn't know and couldn't see.

"No need."

"Let's go to Chang'an with me." Xiang Zuo stretched out his hand, intending to take Bing Ji's hand.

"Chang'an, it's warm."

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Thousands of cars and horses, bright lights.

Pavilions, mountains and rivers, a splendid dream.

"Come here." Xiang Zuo beckoned Bing Ji to come over.

Dressed in a plain dress, fluttering from the crowd, under the orange light of the night, the dust is like a snow lotus on the holy mountain.

She looked back and smiled, like a god, and walked towards Xiang Zuo.

"What is this?" She pointed to the amber, viscous liquid in Xiang Zuo's hand that exuded a fresh taste.

"Look." Xiang Zuo poured the liquid on the stone slab where the bamboo sticks were placed, and waved his palm to outline the figure of the little leopard.

Bing Ji recognized that it was Meng Ji's real body.

"It's ...... I? She didn't apply fat powder on her face, revealing the girl's redness, raising her eyes, full of stars, and facing the deep eyes of Shang Xiangzuo.

"Sugar painting, here you go, you taste." Xiang Zuo raised his hand and stuffed the formed sugar painting into Bing Ji's hand.

The lights are staggered, the pedestrians are weaving, Bing Ji looks at the sugar painting, and then at Xiang Zuo, carefully holding a corner of the sugar painting.

"It's so sweet." She burst out laughing.

"Let's go, let's see." Xiang Zuo smiled, grabbed Bing Ji's shoulder, and escorted her through the crowd.

The lights are dappled with light and shadow, and the smell of fireworks is diffuse, and it is like a fairyland on earth.

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"I'll take you somewhere."

I don't know how long I stayed in Xiang Zuo's house.

These days, Bing Ji has even left footprints in the surrounding towns with Xiang Zuo.

Originally, she just wanted to have an overview of this mortal scene, but Bing Ji fell deeper and deeper and didn't want to return to Kunlun.

She likes earthly fireworks, and she likes those people in the world.

It's very warm, not like Kunlun's desperate situation.

In the past, when Xia Mingjun was there, she could feel the aura of such life, the dust and fire everywhere in this mortal world.

"Where are you going?"

She trusted Xiang Zuo, the man who brought her into contact with mortal earth.

"Among the palace walls, would you like to see the imperial city?"

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Miyado, it's cold.

The sun was shining that day, and when I looked up, I could see the dust in the air through the light.

Xiang Zuo's deep inky pupils, through the setting sun, can not see the light color.

He took Bing Ji's hand and led her forward step by step.

One step, one step.

The emptiness and silence were only the sound of footsteps.

"Is it almost there?" Bing Ji asked.

"It's coming, it's coming." Xiang Zuo's voice was a little hurried, a little impatient.

Bing Ji was a little puzzled.

She looked up in confusion and saw Xiang Zuo's eyes drifting to the sides inadvertently, and her gaze followed away, nothing abnormal.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of light.

"Xiang Zuo......" Bing Ji took Xiang Zuo's hand and stopped, and her steps stopped moving forward.

"You ......" Bing Ji felt a little uneasy in her heart, and subconsciously took a step back.

Xiang Zuo noticed this abnormality, and pinched Bing Ji's hand more and harder, and his eyes suddenly became fierce.

"Catch!" As soon as he gave the order, Gong Dao Zhou rushed out a number of armored soldiers, holding spears in their hands, and surrounded Bing Ji.

"You ......" Bing Ji couldn't let go of Xiang Zuo's hand, and retreated in a panic, but was held back by a spear, and was in a dilemma.

！！！

"Xiang Zuo, you lied to me!"

She roared, from the girl's sweet and gentle voice to hoarse and desperate, looking at those strange faces, Xiang Zuo's face was also hazy and changed at the moment.

She drank with one hand and tried to cast a spell to escape, but unexpectedly, Xiang Zuo threw out a number of runes and scattered them directly on her, and Bing Ji was suddenly unable to move.

Her eyes were ruddy, and tears fell to the ground, condensing into frost, and disappeared in a moment.

"You lied to me......"

Looking at Xiang Zuo's unpredictable face, how could it be the young man she saved back then?

"Below, Chang'an excludes the demon Xiang clan, Xiang Zuo."

He was calm and light, and he held his head high and talked.

"You lied to me......" Bing Ji's eyes were hazy, tears blurred everything in front of her, and turned white, just like her, still above Kunlun.

"Take it down." Xiang Zuo ignored Bing Ji's words.

This is his last tenderness to Bing Ji.

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Bing Ji, the body of Meng Ji, was born in the Kunlun Snow Plain, far from the mortal world, psychic.

She should be above the holy snow-capped mountains.

At this moment, she was heavily shackled, imprisoned in the dungeon of the Imperial City, and her body was sealed with the sigil forbidden by the person she had entrusted to her true heart.

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"I can't tame her at all, this monster is too strong, and the minister sees that she already has a tendency to run wild with spiritual power, and there will be endless troubles in the future!"

She faintly heard the words outside the dungeon door.

She has been tormented by demon hunters for an unknown amount of time, and she has been drained of everything in her body that can be useful, even her own blood.

She hated Xiang Zuo, she couldn't die, she couldn't give in, she couldn't let him get what he wanted.

So she didn't dare to admit defeat, again and again, to resist these pains.

"Ahem......"

Bing Ji is extremely weak at the moment, even if she is not imprisoned by shackles, she has no ability to escape at all.

"If this monster runs wild, there will be endless troubles, Your Majesty! As far as Chen could see, her spiritual power was already on the verge of collapse! ”

Your Majesty...... Is it the king of men?

Bing Ji listened to their words, she had no use value, so could she go?

Is it okay to leave, leave the human world, and go home.

"Otherwise......"

She couldn't listen to the next words, and she fainted.

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When Bing Ji woke up, it was still dark.

There was turmoil all around, and there was a fluttering sound.

With that special smell, she guessed that she should be on a ship at this moment.

On the cabin, several soldiers talked about themselves.

"You say this is really vicious, giving an out-of-control bomb to another country is killing two birds with one stone!"

Sending to other countries......

Bing Ji retracted her hand, and the distance between the chains was shortened, pulling her painfully.

It turned out that he was abandoned.

The smell of rust came in, and Bing Ji listened silently, unable to tell for a moment whether it was blood or rust coming from the air.

Kunlun, she can't go back.

What happened to the Goddess Temple, did Xia Mingjun go back, seeing that he was not there, would Xia Mingjun come to look for it.

Kunlun, that's good.

Even if it is pale white, it is more dazzling than this crimson red.

It's silly.

The oracle clearly told himself not to be contaminated with mortal dust.

How silly......

Xiang Zuo...... Why......

I want to die in a foreign land, but those people can rely on themselves to become officials and knights, and kill monsters and even people for fame and fortune?

It's not fair.

Ice Hime's tears welled up from her dry eyes, and she squeezed out some strength from her body, as if she was guided by the flood and reunited with her original spirit.

Hate it......

Her body was torn in sharp pain, and she broke free of the sigil and jumped out of the prison.

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That year the people said, "They saw God."

Being high in the sky, people couldn't see Bing Ji's bloodstained body clearly, but they saw where the goddess flew, and the snow was scattered in the clear sky.

Xiang Zuo noticed that the sky was abnormal, went out to investigate, and was facing the ice Ji who had abandoned the century-old good retribution and cultivated into a demon.

"Binghime?" He was a little afraid, the people in front of him were clearly familiar, and his breath was so different.

Bing Ji pressed forward step by step.

The world is still amazed by the sudden snowfall.

"I hate ...... so much"

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Leave with your heart.

Bing Ji was hit by a spirit rune from the dying Xiang Zuo in her abdomen.

She got angry and slaughtered the Xiang clan.

Sitting on the corner tower of the palace wall, she looked at the whiteness that had fallen one after another.

If it's the same here as Kunlun, how nice.

It doesn't seem to be so uncomfortable in my heart, but it is an unknown loss and emptiness.

Kunlun......

Go home.

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Western Han Dynasty, cold period, heavy snowfall, heavy.

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Step by step, she walked back in the direction of Kunlun.

Temple, familiar place.

No dust, no life.

Xia Ming did not return.

Above the ruins of the temple, snow-soaked masonry and earth.

Bing Ji couldn't go in.

The gods' prohibition stopped her in front of the temple.

Why, God, has he forsaken it too......

Hahahahahaha

Crashed to the ground.

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Xia Ming observed the heavy snow in the mortal world, with Kunlun aura, and when he came back, the snow was deep in front of the temple.

In front of the temple, the snow was bloody.

The plain-clothed figure turned into a prototype and fell into blood.

"It's good to be back."

"It's good to be back......"

(ENDS)