In the darkness, Ling Feng's soul was wandering everywhere, he was conscious, but he had no purpose. The eyes, in particular, were a little scary. The miserable white face, the corners of the miserable white mouth, as if the vitality has been drained.

His soul was weakening and becoming transparent. And his consciousness is slowly becoming blurry.

In the dark night, he couldn't see anything, and there was a faint gust of wind that blew him cold. The soul that gradually became thin and fluttered and fluttered in a gust of wind, and could dissipate at any time.

Just when that soul was about to collapse, suddenly, in this dark night, endless vitality filled the surroundings, wrapping and nourishing his collapsed soul.

The soul on the verge of shattering, greedily absorbing the endless vitality. Soon, the transparent soul condensed again.

He looked around, and somewhere in the distance, there was a faint glow of fire. He knew that as long as he got there, everything would be fine.

However, he did not do so. Rather, wandering in the opposite direction.

Because, that faint fire, it doesn't seem to provide him with much warmth. In the other direction, a voice called him.

The soul trembled, as if remembering something, and the place that faintly summoned him seemed to carry a story. That story may not be beautiful, but it has a great relationship with him, and this is very clear to the soul.

So, he swept towards the infinitely cold place, without the slightest hesitation.

He always felt incomplete and wanted to retrieve his lost memories so that he would not be alone.

After a long journey, I don't know how much time has passed, and finally in the ice and snow of one day, the soul body stopped.

This is in the dark night, and then the sky is full of ice and snow, but the night sky is lit up.

The soul slowly walked in the ice and snow, shivering, and the body gradually became weak. But he didn't stop, because he had already felt a stronger calling.

Step by step, with every step, the soul has become much weaker and more transparent.

He doesn't carry much consciousness, but he understands very well that his master, with a strong mind and incomparable persistence, keeps him going. The soul is scattered, at any cost!

The soul crossed the icebergs and finally came to the center of this ice and snow.

Here, it's a smooth road. It's just that all the roads are made of ice and snow. In the vast ice and snow plains, there are countless ice sculptures, and each ice sculpture has a person buried!

Through the snow and ice, the soul can clearly see the figure inside.

He was so shocked that he walked past the ice sculptures. He saw countless painful and hideous faces, as if everyone in them had been tortured in pain before they died.

The soul body begins to have negative emotions, violence, pain, and despair......

His spirit seemed to be about to collapse.

And just as he was going into madness, a corner of his dress suddenly floated in the sky, and it was white. The corner of the white dress blends with the ice and snow in the sky, and there is no sense of disobedience. The corners of the clothes fell and landed in the palms of the soul's hands.

The moment the red eyes saw the corners of the clothes, they were shocked. He suddenly had a very familiar feeling that this corner dress belonged to a friend of his. That friend, of course, was a woman, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't remember that face.

Finally, the corners of the clothes floated away, and they drifted directly deeper.

The soul roared, withstood the pain all over his body, and the bones were cold, and chased after him.

The corner of the snow-white clothes, in his sight, fell on an ice sculpture. In a layer of ice and snow, there is a peerless shadow. The woman was very beautiful, very beautiful, and her peerless face made his heart move and his heart ache.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of familiarity, a face that once seemed to be very close to him. It's just that he never cared. However, the unforgettable memories stung him again and again.

The woman's smile was very calm, and her beautiful eyes were still full of energy. He looked at her, as if, too, she was looking at him!

After staring at each other for a long time, he finally couldn't remember her.

However, he did not give up, and just stood all the time, staring at the beautiful face of the woman.

In a trance, he had the illusion that the beautiful woman in the ice sculpture was crying. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, for fear that he had seen it wrong. When he looked over again, he realized that it was really an illusion.

It's just that in the ice sculpture, there are really two lines of tears on the face of the peerless beauty. It's just that the tears have already condensed into ice. He stretched out his trembling palms, trying to caress his beautiful face covered in snow and ice.

Rumble.

There was a buzz in the soul body's mind, as if it had touched a taboo. He slapped his head hard to calm himself down.

However, the forbidden power was terrifying, raging directly in his mind, shattering the soul body away. At the last moment of death, he seemed to see a corner of the dress, which fell at the foot of the ice sculpture, and perfectly blended with the corner of the broken corner of the peerless figure inside.

"No~" Ling Feng, who had passed out, suddenly screamed and sat up from the bed suddenly. He was covered in cold sweat and looked pained, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

When he came back to his senses, he found him in his bed. Xiaoxue lay beside him, teary eyes, and jumped into his arms.

A corner of the white dress floated down his face and into the corner.

Ling Feng picked up the corner of the dress and held it tightly in his hand, and a huge wave turned in his heart. He looked at Xiaoxue, and then at the fragments of his dress, his eyes full of complexity. In his sleep, the ice and snow that his soul walked to still remember clearly.

Especially, it is that peerless figure.

A tear in the corner of his eyes, like a world away!

"Xue'er, how did you get this corner of clothes?" he seemed to mutter, and joked again, "Isn't it my Xiaoxue?"

However, in his eyes, the little fox couldn't understand his own words after all, and it only 'squeaked' a few times, showing how happy he was.

Ling Feng rubbed the fox's little head dotingly, as if he had made a difficult decision, and his eyes were extremely determined in an instant. For some reason, he always felt that he was not suitable to live in such a family, perhaps, he originally belonged to the uninhibited and unruly idle clouds and wild cranes who did the world!

The palace, except for worry-free food and clothing, can't give him anything!

"I don't know, Yurou's girl, what's going on?!" Ling Feng moved his body, and he could still feel the pain all over his body. The scene of the Heavenly Battle Platform suddenly appeared in my mind, and the girl stood alone with a sword, wanting to die with her.

To be honest, at that moment, he was really moved, but his heart hurt even more!

If you win the heart of one person, the white head will not be separated.

If you get a woman's life and death infatuation, this life should be enough, right?

This night, Ling Feng thought a lot and figured out a lot of things. Ten years ago, the cause of his fainting death must be investigated, otherwise, this life will be uneasy.

Deep down, there was always a voice urging him to go to the land of ice and snow. Because, there, carry many forgotten memories!

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