In the dark night, the snow dances all over the sky, a fiery red color, in a pure white world, it looks particularly dazzling.

Huang lightly hugged Jiang Wenjing, I don't know how far I walked, everywhere was so cold, as if I couldn't wait for the dawn.

Jiang Wenjing's face was quiet, as if he was sleeping quietly, without half a point of pain, and his long eyelashes were curved and thick, like two black butterflies.

Huang walked a long way, no one chased behind her, she hugged Jiang Wenjing and found a towering peak.

Huang Qingwan likes it here, but in this harsh winter, there is a touch of crimson on this mountain peak.

The aura is abundant to keep the cold out.

Her figure flashed, and she flew directly to the top of the mountain with Jiang Wenjing in her arms.

The cold snow fell, but it couldn't fall on this mountain, and the begonia flowers all over the mountain bloomed, sprinkled and fell, and fell between the hair of the little lady, and the face.

Huang glanced at her with soft and sad eyes, hugged her, and stepped up towards the light on the top of the mountain, step by step.

On the mountain peak, the aura is overflowing, except for the begonias all over the mountain, but there are not many living creatures, there are no poisonous snakes and beasts, occasionally a few beautiful butterflies, unknown birds fly by.

In this winter, this mountain is like a fairyland.

Huang Qingwan doesn't know where this is, I don't know if this is still the realm of the Holy Moon Dynasty, but I feel that if the little lady is alive, she will definitely like this place.

"Brush ---" At this moment, there was a sudden cold wind behind him.

Huang Qing's eyes immediately coldened, and the cold light in his hand flashed, and he went out.

"Whoosh---" The man was dressed in a blue shirt, and his silver hair was flying, and he was only gently curled by a crimson headband.

A pair of cold water silver eyes flashed a few traces of cold light, but there was no murderous aura on his body.

Huang stared at the man, and when she saw the person's appearance clearly, even she couldn't help but gasp.

He looked like he was about twenty years old, with a clear silver color, even his eyelashes were silver, his face was very pale, and the tail of his right eyebrow had a bewitching begonia flower mark.

Beside him, there was a long-haired little white dog, fluffy, with big black eyes, very cute.

"Who are you?" Huang asked lightly.

The stunning man's gaze was slightly cold, and fell on Jiang Wenjing in her arms, "She's dead?"

It took a long time for him to slowly spit out three words.

Huang glanced at him, and then at the little lady, not knowing who the stunning man in front of him was.

In him, he can't detect a trace of spiritual power, nor can he detect demonic power, this man is elusive.

At this time, the little white dog beside the man wagged his tail vigorously, and suddenly came to Huang Qingjun, and his little head rubbed against the corner of her skirt.

"Skeleton ---" The Phantom Wolf was instantly furious, grinning as if he was competing for favor.

Then, it raised its head again, its eyes fell on Jiang Wenjing, and it screamed in a low voice, looking very sad.

"Xiaobai, come back." The stunning man suddenly spoke, and the little white dog raised his head and screamed sadly, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Huang Qingwan and the ghost wolf were speechless, and the white-haired dogs who dared to love were all called Xiaobai---

The man's gaze always fell on Jiang Wenjing's body, a pair of cold silver eyes, like hell ice, he asked, "How did you die?"

Huang lightly held Jiang Wenjing's hand and couldn't help but tighten a little, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Fuso." His voice was cold, and there was no emotional fluctuation, "I saw her before, eleven years ago, ---"

Huang was stunned, but he didn't expect to meet the old man of the little lady here.

Fusang is very stunning, with a fairy-like elegance all over his body, revealing a temperament that does not eat fireworks in the world.