Bingruo originally thought that this was a strange space without the alternation of day and night, but in an instant, the white and bright environment suddenly turned into pitch black, and then two feet away from the ice bed, there was a square ice table with candlelight flickering, and an ice chair.

The god of the wind, dressed in a magnificent dragon-patterned brocade robe, was sitting at the table, reading some books carefully by the glow of the ice candlestick.

Bingruo was startled by the sudden darkness of the night, the candles, the tables and chairs, and the wind god. She was just sitting on the ice bed with Xiaofeng and playing a game of guessing boxing, Xiaofeng was too stupid, she had taught Xiaofeng for a long time and never learned, but it didn't matter, at least the process of teaching him was also a way to pass the boring time.

Bingruo motioned for Xiaofeng to lie down with his eyes, but he slowly climbed out of bed and tiptoed towards the ice table.

"Don't come here. In the silence, the three words were low and cold, and people couldn't help but feel a chill rise up their spines.

Bingruo immediately stopped, stood a foot away from the ice table, and said cautiously: "I...... I want to ask...... Why is it suddenly dark......"

"It's time for you to sleep. Fengshen said lightly, he didn't raise his eyes when he spoke, and Bing Ruo didn't know how he knew that he was walking towards him just now.

Bingruo had no choice but to lie down on the soft ground next to the ice bed, she lay facing the ice table, pretending to close her eyes, but in fact there was a thin slit in her observation.

She can't sleep now no matter what, everything is so strange, she wants to see the real Luo Feng, she misses Xia Xian, she misses Xiao Ling'er and them, she misses her father...... Bingruo was glad that Xia Xian saw herself before coming here, and a trace of sweetness and peace of mind floated in her heart, Xia Xian stayed in the mountains to look for her for a year because she disappeared in the mountains, this time, Xia Xian knew her location, and would definitely persuade everyone to wait for her there......

Bing Ruo's thoughts gradually drifted to the man in front of the ice table, this person was definitely not Luo Feng, but he asked Bing Ruo, "Don't you know me?" So it seems that he knows himself, but Bing Ruo doesn't dare to ask more, maybe he is too weird, even more eccentric than the mentally retarded Xiaofeng.

When Bingruo handed him the basket of pieces that had been washed before, he actually said, "It's all broken, what's the use of washing it again." Then he threw off his robe, and suddenly a whirlwind blew the basket of broken porcelain to somewhere. However, it was obviously he who asked him to wash these broken things, and he was so strange and contradictory, which made Bing Ruoping a little more afraid.

From Bingruo's current perspective, you can clearly see his slightly pale side face under the candlelight, delicate and three-dimensional, with a sense of sadness and loneliness.

He was quiet when he was reading, his eyes were preoccupied with the words, his slender eyebrows were occasionally slightly raised, the bridge of his nose was straight, his eyelashes were half-drooping, and his lips were slightly pursed...... Outline a delicate silhouette.

Bingruo suddenly felt that she had found a hint of Luo Feng, and she couldn't help but feel her heart beat faster, expecting that her lips could bend upward. She firmly believed that as long as this person smiled, he would be as affectionate and elegant as Luo Feng, but she also knew that this wind god would never smile.

"What are you looking at?" said a cold question, accompanied by his painty eyes to Bingruo's eyes, he found that the girl lying on the ground was quietly observing him.

Bingruo didn't dare to pretend to be asleep anymore, she opened her eyes completely and looked at the wind god, his eyes were as black as a deep well without water, sinking like the deepest and darkest night, devouring everything without waves, and once involved, the bones were gone......

"I ...... I want to ask...... You...... Do you know Luo Feng?"

He didn't have any expression different from before, and while looking at Bing Ruo coldly, he slowly got up and walked towards Bing Ruo. Bingruo hurriedly sat up vigilantly and moved to the side of the ice bed until her back was clinging to the side wall of the cold ice bed.

Fengshen slowly walked in front of Bing Ruo, crossed his ten fingers on his chest and squatted down, approaching Bing Ruo, nose to nose: "Do you miss him?"

Bingruo's heart was in a state of confusion, Fengshen's question was purely unanswered, and the question was too ambiguous, so she didn't know how to answer. He was so close to him, and his body was covered with a cold and cold aura, so cold that he couldn't breathe, and he didn't even dare to look directly at him.

Bingruo's eyes fell, and he trembled slightly: "I...... Naturally, I wanted to see him......"

Fengshen's face flickered, and he was cold in an instant.

Bingruo's heart was also cold, she felt a colder atmosphere than Fang Cai, and a little hope gradually sank into the abyss.

Fengshen didn't say anything, slowly got up and walked back to the ice table, and with a wave of his sleeves, the candle flame was extinguished, and there was darkness around him.

"It's time for you to sleep. ”

After a word, although Bingruo couldn't see it, he felt his breath gradually disappearing. Then, Bingruo fell asleep unconsciously in the endless sentimentality.

When she woke up, it was still dark in front of her, and Bingruo felt that she was in a very bad mood, so she turned around and gently knocked on the side wall of the ice bed.

"Xiaofeng, are you awake?"

"I've woken up a long time ago, why hasn't my brother come yet?"

Bing Ruo didn't understand why Xiao Feng said this at first, but soon she understood, because not long after Xiao Feng finished speaking, Bing Ruo felt the cold aura of the wind god appear around her, and then heard the sound of waving her sleeve robe, and then suddenly a white light suddenly returned to the surroundings.

"Let's have breakfast. After a cold sentence, he left. Bingruo had another basket on his side, still covered with a white and flawless brocade cloth.

In the basket are two bowls of soy milk, two plates of pancakes and fruits, two fragrant meat buns, and two big red apples.

"It's too much for me to eat. Xiaofeng pouted and said.

"Eat as much as you want. Bingruo said lightly.

"Leftovers will be scolded by my brother. ”

"Your brother barely speaks and doesn't scold us. ”

"Before you came, he would talk to me a lot, but when you came, he stopped talking......"

"Yes, okay, Xiaofeng is good, he doesn't talk to you, my sister tells you, let's eat. ”

......

The two of them really couldn't eat so much, there was a lot left, and Bingruo's apple only took a bite and threw it in the basket.

Xiaofeng played by herself for a while, and her sister went to wash the dishes. Bingruo picked up the basket, patted Xiaofeng's head lightly, then turned around and walked in the direction of the pool before, and after a few steps, he bumped into the wind god who was walking head-on.

Every time this wind god appears, it is very strange, because in this space, except for the ice bed, ice table, chair, ice candlestick, and the books that appear with the appearance of the wind god, and the wind god leaves and leaves, there is no other object at all. It stands to reason that his vision should be extremely open, but Bing Ruo has never seen where the wind god came from, he seems to have fallen from the sky, and he seems to have emerged from the ground.

Fengshen stopped and stretched out a hand to Bing Ruo with an expressionless face, Bing Ruo was stunned for a moment, and quickly understood what he meant by letting him give him the basket. Bingruo secretly thought that it was not good, she had not had time to throw away the remaining food inside, and she was afraid that she would be punished now.

Bingruo uneasily handed the basket to the wind god, staring nervously at the movements of his hands. Fengshen took the basket, gently lifted the cloth cover, swept his eyes down coldly, and then slowly raised his eyes to look at Bingruo.

Bingruo didn't dare to look into his eyes at all, and lowered his eyebrows and said, "Really...... Can't eat ......"

The wind god was silent for a moment, and said quietly, "So are you going to throw it away?"

If Bing didn't answer, she didn't dare to lie, and she didn't dare to admit it.

Fengshen said again: "I remember that these are your favorite foods, too much, do you want to throw them away?"

Bingruo still didn't dare to raise her head, she vaguely felt that the words of the wind god seemed to have something in her words, but she didn't quite understand the specific meaning of the wind god.

"If there are too many, why don't you choose which one or more you want to eat before you eat them, and why do you take a bite of everything?"

Bingruo seemed to understand what he meant, but she couldn't understand why he was talking to herself like this.

Bingruo's eyes were fixed on the tips of his toes, and when he swept down, he saw Fengshen pick up a broken apple from the basket, and the tooth marks on it were indeed Bingruo's.

He stretched out the apple in front of Bingruo's eyes, and pointed the missing bite directly at Bingruo's pupils, and Bingruo only felt that the apple gap was already cold and almost touching his eyelashes.

"It was originally good, you took a bite and lost it, what is it?"

The last three words of the wind god dragged on for a long time, knocking Bing Ruo's heart trembling, this cold and frosty question was already obvious, Bing Ruo understood seven or eight points in her heart, although she still had doubts, but she knew that it was not appropriate to ask more at this moment, she grabbed the apple that she had bitten by herself, put it to her mouth and began to continue to gnaw.

She ate so quickly and quickly that she choked on a few bites and began to cough incessantly.

Fengshen snatched the apple from her hand and said lightly: "Eat slowly, it doesn't care how fast you eat, you just shouldn't lose it." ”

Bingruo slowed down his chewing speed, and after swallowing the apple in his mouth completely, he snatched the remaining apple from Fengshen's hand and continued to gnaw on it without slowness.

She never dared to look up at the god of wind, but as she continued to eat the apple, the god of wind turned away with the basket in his hand.

Bingruo was already so full that he couldn't be full, and now he stuffed a big apple into his stomach, which was really uncomfortable. She slowly walked back to the ice bed with her stomach in her hands and lay down on the ground next to the bed.

"Sister is going to sleep again?"

"Xiaofeng is good, my sister is too supportive, I need to lie down for a while......"

......

Since that Apple incident, although Fengshen is still very cold, he has never felt sorry for Bingruo again, neither let her wash the dishes again, nor give her too much or too little food, everything is arranged just right.

Fengshen will deliver meals to Bingruo and Xiaofeng every day according to the hours he has set himself, and he will also regularly make this space day and night. Every night, he lit a candle on the ice table at the two feet of the ice bed to read a book, and under Bingruo's observation, Fengshen's expression when he read the book basically did not change, but it was only "basic", not completely without waves, but the waves were so small that they could be ignored.

Sometimes Bingruo had the audacity to ask him what kind of place this was, whether he knew Luo Feng, how to get out, and so on, he would not answer with a straight face, and Bingruo knew that there was no hope, so he gave up.

Bingruo took advantage of the absence of the wind god to often induce Xiaofeng to reveal some things about this place, and later found out that Xiaofeng was even more ignorant than herself.

Eventually, she noticed the thick books, which always seemed to be inseparable from the Anemo God, and that the Anemo God never allowed Bingruo to come near the Ice Table while he was reading at night.

Bingruo intuitively felt that those books were also full of strangeness, and perhaps there was an inside story of this strange space in them. But how can I see the contents of the book? Bingruo fell into meditating day and night......

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