"The young owner is here. After the young owner nodded in response, he said as he walked: "You said that you would exchange hard goods for him, but now he is in front of you." Tell me, where are we not keeping our word?" he walked up to Xuan, picked his chin with a finger, and pretended to come to his senses, "Oh...... It's something missing. In a few moments, I will have his entrails brought to you again, and I will keep them in the ice cellar for you. It is... It seems to be missing a gall or a spleen or something, oops...... I forgot the specifics, anyway, it's such a big bag, and the amount is quite a lot. ”

Xuan gritted his teeth, tears dripping from his blue eyes, and his eyes were full of timidity, unwillingness, and resentment.

"Don't look at me like that. The young owner lowered his chin, looked down at the young man in front of him, and said lightly: "I don't like you from head to toe, but the look of these eyes is beautiful." Maybe I'll stare at me for too long, so I'll dig it out and process it, although the price is not as good as the shark beads, but it is also a good thing. ”

As soon as he said this, Xuan really lowered his head and no longer stared at the man in front of him.

The young owner grinned, took the blanket from the hands of his subordinates, held it in his arms, and sighed: "Ah...... Sure enough, it's something warmer than a fox fur. After that, he stuffed it into Xuan's arms and said with a smile: "Your relatives will be returned to you." Then he turned to his subordinates and said, "Oh yes, you go and get that pile of garbage, let's try to keep it clean." ”

Xuan hugged the fur of his relatives and tears rained down, and his whole body trembled, but he never dared to make trouble.

Soon after, the servant took a bag of filth that had been frozen into ice lumps, wrapped it in oilcloth paper, and threw it to Xuan's feet without any mistakes.

"What's missing?" asked the young owner, looking at Palmeye, who was silent. He turned his head again and grinned, "That's all. You take it. ”

Xuan's hands tightened and tightened in the warm blanket, swaying like thoughts.

"Are you reluctant to leave?" do you want to stay with us?" asked the young owner with a smile.

Finally, Xuan's trembling hand stretched out from the blanket, and he slowly squatted down, as if he had exhausted all his strength, before picking up the ball of oilcloth paper on the ground and stuffing it into his arms.

The biting cold did not abate through the oilcloth paper, like thousands of sharp swords, piercing his heart at the same slow speed, making his heart beat slower and slower.

No one in the room paid any attention to the class, and their next topic was what to do with the ink.

Xuan's heart was like numbness, and he walked out unconsciously, the cold wind was fierce, and the snow was falling, and in the cold weather, he was like a puppet with a string, walking stiffly. I don't know when the street has been silent, and I don't know when I walked out of the door. He only knew that it seemed that only by constantly walking at the moment could he think less about unpleasant things.

The tears on his face had long since been frozen into two small icicles by the harsh low temperature, his skin was red from the cold, and the plush shawl that Ink Frost had bought for him had fallen on the large mansion. The silver medal around the neck has its own temperature and the name of the ink, and the intoxicating warmth in the arms...... It is the fur of their own relatives.

He never thought about who he was going to kill, he just wanted to save a relative, and he had also thought about the danger of exchanging ink cream for relatives, but he thought that with ink cream, he should be fine ....... What's more, after he rescued his relatives, he worked with his relatives to find a way to rescue Ink Cream...... Maybe it's a ridiculous plan, maybe it's just an excuse that you can't even fool yourself...... Maybe...... From beginning to end, in order to save his loved ones, he can do whatever it takes, even if it is this despicable betrayal. There is no way to ....... No child will not be nostalgic after enjoying the warmth of his childhood family, and no one will endure the sadness of losing everything.

He just couldn't bear it, and his relatives and friends, one after another, disappeared and reappeared in front of him in such a cruel manner.

So why is he still alive, and why is it that he is the cowardly one who survives?

Xuan walked to a clearing, raised his head, and looked at the lonely inky blue sky, and looked at the white snow from the sky, like thousands of arrows. He wept and cried out, but the heavens were not beautiful, and his tears were frozen into ice slag the moment they came out, and his cry was like a mosquito in the vast snow.

The endless ice and snow, a small point, form a holy and bleak picture.

In the warm room, a naked man was lying on a huge table. A group of people are gesturing on it, sometimes arguing fiercely, sometimes talking calmly. The attitude of the people is serious and serious, and it is not much inferior to the scene of discussing military affairs.

..................

"Spring Breeze Map! Spring Breeze Map!" A middle-aged man shouted, "You can make a mountain here!" He pointed to a slightly raised muscle, "This can be a waterhole", and then pointed to the sunken waistline. "Here! can be plain!" pointed to a tight muscle.

"It's not good! What a spring breeze diagram, such a good material, you are a tyrannical thing!" another older man scolded, "If I want to say that it is to make a peony moon diagram." Look at this strong flesh, it's easy to get petals! And it's so shaped, beautiful!" Then he patted the face of the person on the case and said, "Look at this face! Beautiful! Worthy of a peony!"

"Hey, I said Lao Li, who can see your face with this back carving, aren't you strong words!" another chubby man quipped.

"Shhh...... When you say that, I think of something. Lao Li frowned and thought: "You say, the goods are so good this time, there is no reason to waste them." Let's only do back carving, isn't it good enough?"

After this sentence, the venue was suddenly quiet, and everyone began to frown.

This time, the goods are indeed high-quality everywhere.

One person sighed and wanted to turn over the man on the case, but it was too heavy, and the other people saw it and hurriedly helped, and several people worked together to correct the man on the case.

After the correction was done, everyone sighed.

"Lao Li is right, it's a pity to do back carving. An old man with a black face looked at the person on the case with a serious face, like looking at a treasure, with love but no emotion in his eyes.

Three-dimensional and deep facial features, beautiful and delicate collarbones, thick and broad chest, eight small mountain-like abdominal muscles, and slender and straight legs...... Every bit is just right, it's a natural work of art.

"That'...... What should I do?" said a man with a little headache: "I want to show the living sculpture of the whole body...... Not to mention that it's difficult, I've never seen it in this world!"

"Or do you want to tear him down?" another suggested, "The head is the head, and the body is the body." ”

"Pull it down, you, it's worthless if it's demolished!"

And so the crowd began to argue again.

"The living carving that reveals the whole body......" Lao Li seemed to get some information from this sentence, and after a while, he was pleasantly surprised: "Ice sculpture!"

His words once again silenced everyone.

"Well, you can make ice sculptures! Birds, animals, flowers and beautiful scenery can be carved on their chests and backs, and it is still a method of deboning and peeling, just to freeze people in ice. Lao Li is full of confidence.

"Ice sculpture is a method, but we can't do it here. One man sighed.

"Yes, not to mention the difficulty of this station painting, the amount and point of the ink melting embroidery must be grasped very accurately......;

"And ......" the other person answered: "How can you soak the potion when you stand and carve in ......a large area?"

"Lao Li, can you give some reliable opinions?"

Seeing that everyone was about to argue again, Lao Li hurriedly said: "Don't worry, everyone! Don't worry! I know a master who has made ice sculptures!"

Everyone was interested, "Who? is it reliable?" "Yes, don't shake your hands and waste such a good piece of material." ”

"Hey, listen to me. Listen to me!" Lao Li hurriedly waved his hand to signal quiet; "Eight years ago, the ice sculpture called "Yunhe Donglai" was auctioned at a sky-high price in the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, do you remember?"

"Remember to remember, why don't you remember, it's just a stroke of genius!"

"Yes, yes, that parent is a ...... Shark people, right?"

"It's a merman, the fish tail with the flying crane picture, it's really beautiful!"

......

And the people began to talk again.

Lao Li said calmly: "That's right, it was made by Master Jiang." That's his first job. ”

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"Think about it, after eight years, after some practice, Master Jiang's ice sculpture in the past can be called a divine pen, and now such a good piece of material, wouldn't it be able to carve the posture of the divine realm!"

Everyone nodded yes and applauded.

"Since you can carve such a living carving, the price is high...... Can we agree?" asked a crucial question.

Lao Li Lao Shen said again: "I keep it, not only does he not want money, but he will be impatient." ”

Everyone was puzzled.

"Do you think that ice sculpture can be carved as a matrix, this ice sculpture not only requires a very high level of technicians, but also has strict requirements for the mother. Lao Li explained: "I heard the palm of my hand say that this person is not afraid of cold. This alone is an extremely rare material. ”

Everyone laughed and said: "Lao Li, seeing that you are so calm and relaxed, presumably this matter can be solved?"

Lao Li smiled and said, "Yes, people, I'm responsible for inviting you." Allies, hurry up and prepare things, remember, the most expensive and best materials! We can't treat the master badly, let alone this excellent mother!"

Everyone looked at each other and laughed.

When Ink Frost awoke, he found that he was surrounded by dry stone walls, which were as bright as daylight, revealing exquisite wall carvings. And himself, he was hung up, forming a "big" character. It's not cold inside the grotto, and there are huge fireplaces on all sides.

Mo Shuang lowered his head and looked at himself with a red strip, thinking about everything that happened that day, and suddenly a chilling anger poured out, and he was about to run away, but found that he couldn't use half of his strength!

He tried to raise his head, but his neck hung down in disobedience, and he tried to move his fingers, but the fingers did not listen to the command as if they were not his.

He was instantly frightened, trying to figure out what was going on.

Suddenly, there was a chill on his back, and it was slippery, and the muscles of Ink Frost seemed to contract unconsciously, only to hear a loving voice behind him: "Are you awake?"

Ink Cream's lips trembled hard, but in the end she was defeated, unable to speak.

A thin, half-aged man turned to him and said in an admiring tone, "You are the most perfect material I have ever seen, thank you for the gift of God." ”

As he spoke, some dry fingers slid between Mo Shuang's chest and abdomen, "Don't be afraid, I will show your beauty in the most magnificent way, so that you can become the pinnacle of the living carving world!"