Mo Zhuyue's eyes were flat: "Then if we can't find the snow demon, will we have to stay here all along?" ”

"There's nothing wrong with staying here, it's snowing, it's beautiful, I love snow, don't you like it? I can take you with me and stay here forever. ”

Mo Zhuyue was surrendered by his gentle words, and she smiled: "I remember the last time you told me that you were going to tell me a story about the snow demon, and now I'm bored, you can tell me about it, okay?" ”

"The story of the Snow Demon?" Long Canghao twisted his eyebrows, holding the big palm of the demon chasing Yue but never let go, and then, as if he had thought about it for a long time, he said: "Well, I'll tell you something that the snow demon doesn't know." ”

"Okay."

"Legend ......" Long Canghao's eyes fell into a long memory: "Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, in the heavy snow, there was a beautiful man who was enchanting and enchanting, sometimes gentle as jade, sometimes cold and ruthless, he had a pair of silver-white eyes, he appeared in the heavy snow, where there was heavy snow, there was him. One year, the surroundings of the West Sea were covered with snow, and the Princess of the West Sea had never seen this pure white snowflake, and she poked her head out of the sea......

"It was the saddest picture that Princess Xihai had ever seen in her life. She saw that there was a man who was as white as snow standing in the snow, his hair was snow-white, his face was snow-white, his eyes were snow-white, he was standing alone in the snow, his pure white hair was blowing in the cold wind, he was so handsome, so soft, beautiful and suffocating, his snow-white eyes had infinite loneliness and vicissitudes, which kind of affection was never seen by the princess of the West Sea, she was curious about him, yearning for him, so he walked out of the West Sea, I came to the side of the beautiful man. That man is the Snow Demon. ”

"It was the snow that made him, and he was the embodiment of the snow. Although the snowflakes are beautiful, they wither in an instant, and he has countless vicissitudes and sorrows. Princess Xihai likes to be by his side, Princess Sihai has a singing voice that is unparalleled in the world, and she does everything she has to sing for him and dance for him. Heavy snow has been falling on the border of the West Sea for several months, and he has never left, and she has accompanied her without regrets. ”

"However, when the snow finally stopped, she didn't want him to leave, but he had to."

"Although it was only a few months, they fell in love with each other, she felt sorry for his loneliness and loneliness, and he was infatuated with her singing and the warmth she gave......"

Mo Zhuyue looked up in Long Canghao's arms, and just saw Long Canghao's eyes immersed in memories, his gaze was so far, so far, there was a crack in his distant gaze, she couldn't grasp it, and she couldn't touch it.

"And then?"

"Later......" Long Canghao had a wry smile on the corner of his mouth: "They fall in love with each other, but they can only be when the snow is falling, how can the princess of the West Sea have a way to chase his footsteps, there are so many places with heavy snow in the whole day, she jumped out of the West Sea to look for it, but it was the same as she found." In the end, she understood one thing, and the only way to keep him was to let Daxue stay where she was forever. The only one who can do this is Xue Lingzhu. However, hundreds of years ago, the Snow Spirit Bead was a sacred relic, and it was enshrined above the supreme temple. ”