At this time, Qing Wei had already taken off his coat and carefully soaked the original form of the phoenix dove into the water.

She was tired from the outside with a lot of heavy snow, and then used her mana to form two small chairs.

A handful of phoenix doves, a handful of her.

The two of them looked like they were sitting like this, like they were talking very normally, very normally.

Only Feng Chu knew - Qing Wei was crazy.

People are like this, they are clearly sensible, but they often deceive themselves.

Feng Chu took a deep breath and stepped up from the stairs cast by ice, looking at the ice that was shattered a little bit under his feet as he walked on.

The whole Yao Pond exudes a misty and refreshing cold, and if it is in the middle of summer, it can make people feel refreshed when they come here.

But now,

Although it is the height of summer, it is no different from winter.

He walked very slowly, controlled very slowly, arrived as slow as he could, and he wanted to lie to himself.

Lie to yourself that the phoenix dove is fine,

Lie to yourself that nothing has changed.

In fact

The thing of being alive is full of vitality for some little immortals,

And for them,

He, Qingwei, and the phoenix dove......

Lived for countless thousands of years,

Ten years is like a day, and there is nothing you want, what is the difference between that and living like a year?

He has lived for so many years, always looking for something meaningful to do,

But what makes sense?

And now he realized,

meaning of the word,

It doesn't make sense in itself.

He lowered his head, his face reflected on the ice, as if he had aged tens of thousands of years in an instant, and his black hair was mixed with blowing white snow and dyed sideburns.

He looked at himself as if he saw another face, a familiar face, smiling at him.

It was as if his name was being called, over and over again.

'Feng Chu...... Feng Chu ......'

The man was a little shorter than himself, and because he was younger than himself, he stood proudly under the plane tree in a red coat, looking at the snow above.

Suddenly, he asked:

Feng Chu, snow, what is the taste.

…… Oh, at that time, he had not yet attained Nirvana, and the six senses were not yet complete.

So, he smiled mischievously and said,

Sweet, little ninety-nine, is sweet.

He picked up a snowball, deliberately stuffed some dust, and gently stuffed it between the lips and teeth of the dove, and landed on his lips: "Sweet, sweet." ’

The phoenix dove didn't know what it was like, but looked at him with a smile.

Such a look is heartwarming.

……

The man who later became Fengjun also stood under the plane tree where he was punished, listening to the shallow sound of the wind.

Looking up at the snow, he asked, "Feng Chu, what does snow smell like?" ’

At that time, the phoenix dove was much stronger than him in all aspects, and he knew that he could no longer hide from him.

I thought he was coming to settle accounts with himself......

Unexpectedly, the phoenix dove squatted down, and its slender fingertips gently rubbed into small white and tender snowballs.

A little snowflake floated on the placket of his clothes, and the blood-red phoenix-patterned shirt blended with the snow-white snow, which did not feel half abrupt, but dazzling and beautiful.

He gently stuffed the snowball between Feng Chu's lips and teeth, the cold snowflakes melted into his lips, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled proudly:

'Sweet, sweet. ’

......Feng Chu was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time to calm down, and the snow in his mouth had melted at this moment. He bit his tongue, frozen in the snow, and echoed:

'Yes, sweet, sweet......

……

On the Kunlun Mountain, the wind is sluggish.

Feng Chu squatted down, stretched out his fingers, which looked as good as green onions, and gently rubbed a snowball that was not big or small. Stare at the outer layer of it that melts due to the temperature.