Jun Li's hand reached out to his back.

Every inch was a suffocating pain, coming from deep in the bone marrow. The delicate and dense pain with sharp nerves was the raw pull of his flesh and bones from his body.

Nothing was more tormenting than this, not even the pain of the thing that pierced his heart, and it was better if there was a gap for him to catch his breath. But this kind of pain is uninterrupted and continuous, and even an immortal body like him sometimes can't bear the severe pain of tearing out the heart and rebuilding it.

In this way, he will be able to remember what he cannot forget.

Jun Carp was sweating profusely, clenching his teeth, his eyes widened suddenly, he held his breath, and squeezed out a low roar from his throat, pulling out the source of the hellish pain that brought him behind his back.

The white flames that burned outside seemed to shrink.

The chill that chilled my heart suddenly receded like a tide.

The demonic aura that had just shouted and roared seemed to have stopped, and the heavens and the earth were extremely quiet and peaceful.

Although Huang Mo felt that he was going to freeze to death, he didn't.

She just fell asleep.

It should be said that this cold shell covered her and imprisoned her, but it did not hurt her further to herself, which is the most incredible place, ordinary people have almost no life under the powerful divine power of the artifact, but this is how miracles happen.

She was stiffly cocked with the tip of her tail frozen, but she could still breathe, and it was more appropriate to say that the ice was meant to freeze her, rather to protect her.

However, Huang Mo herself didn't know that after she woke up in a coma, when she saw that she was not frozen into a lump of cat cakes, and she could still eat meat and live, she had to sigh to herself that there were really nine cats' lives, and she was constantly up and down in the life and death several times, but she was not able to be harvested by the king of Hades. Such a good life, it's just that the black and white impermanence suffers every time, and every time the heart comes and goes, and then the feathers come back in frustration.

But the awakening of consciousness is a dream-like scene. Many things rushed into her mind, which she had never experienced before, and even said that it looked strange, but for some reason she missed it very much.

She saw that she was in a place where a hundred flowers were blooming, beautiful and gorgeous, the sky seemed to be the moment when the sun was converging, the glow was passing away, with a beautiful and brilliant tail, as if she had fallen into the distant and empty fantasy of mountains and seas, the blood-colored clouds painted with golden and brilliant edges, silently scattered on the blue and ink-colored scrolls, and the shadowy stars were embellished on it.

In the distance, the small thatched hut was shrouded in the huge deep shadow cast by the mountain that seemed to be depicted in light ink, this small house was very familiar, and it was indeed the master's mansion on the top of Su Jishan's mountain.

But she didn't know when the top of Su Jishan became so low, and she didn't remember that there was a tall and majestic mountain next to the thatched house.

In such a quiet small thatched house by the mountains and rivers, an old woman suddenly came out.

The old man was hunched up, but although the whole person had silver and white hair and was dressed plainly, he exuded a quiet and peaceful, spotless temperament, and the old man held a cat in his arms, looking at the last light light of the sky disappearing.

Huang Mo fixed her eyes, looking at the cat at first glance, it looked very familiar, and then looked at it, it was even more familiar, she was a little uneasy in her heart, until she saw a faint line on the cat's back, Mougin's whole person exploded.

This...... This, this, this......

Isn't this herself???

At that time, a few years passed after being picked up by the master in the heavy snow, Huang Mo gradually grew from a palm-sized meow to an excellent young man with excellent leather, smooth and recognizable, the master once touched her fur and was full of emotion, and it was a pity that she was still a pure and flawless little snowball when she was young, but she didn't expect to open it, and there were tabby lines on this back, in the eyes of the master, it was simply stepping on an untimely black hoof print in the white snow to destroy the elegance, but Huang Mo felt that this pattern was domineering, Let her walk on the road can be tiger and tiger, so it is not majestic.

But the lines that can grow on this white cat are also novel, and the master also said that Huang Mo is afraid that he is the first cat with a genetic mutation in the sky and on the ground. But thinking about Huang Mo, who was born with shocking dreams, it is not surprising that something was born on her back.

But this cat has the same lines as her!

She has been combing her fur in front of the mirror three or four times all day, and she has long been familiar with what she looks like, which is by no means as simple as similar, but exactly the same, whether it is a strange pattern, a soft fur, an elegant posture, or a flowing line......

So perfect, who else but her!

Huang Mo almost salivated to himself, but soon realized the seriousness of the situation, how could he be here? She doesn't remember that she once had the experience of being raised by others, since she woke up, she has been with her until now there is only one master, her loyalty can be seen in the world without two hearts, when the master gave her to Hua Xianjun, she did not follow, although this old man also seems to be kind and kind and extraordinary, but she never remembered that she had split a leg to get here.

She looked at the cat that was the same as herself and actually picked up the old man affectionately, rubbed it with satisfaction in her arms, the old man stroked the cat, she made a comfortable grunt sound, and then raised her chin as if she was not satisfied, raised her arms again, turned over to reveal her belly, squinted and enjoyed, such a cheeky appearance, Ren Huang Mo couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself no matter how thick his skin was.

And the old man took the trouble to give the kitten a full body massage, and then sat in the thatched house with the kitten who was asleep in her arms, lit a bean-sized oil wick, and under the flickering firelight, she embroidered a moon-ink-colored brocade robe with stitches and threads, and the arm that fell and raised rose and fell annoyingly, Huang Mo stood in front of her, for some reason there was a little bitter taste in her heart, this familiarity was finely integrated into her flesh and blood, she couldn't help but want to get closer, It's like an innate affinity for her that can't be resisted.

Huang Mo has never had any troubles, she can't hold those complicated emotions in her heart, and she can't understand the long and short sighs that those women have made to the master, but she looked at the old man, but there were some feelings in her heart that she had never tasted, dull, bright, and with a little pain, these emotions were all depressed in her heart, and they couldn't turn into wind, and it couldn't rain, so she could only turn around a thousand times and become a long sigh.

Huang Mo Mouran felt that he might be able to understand what sorrow was.