Feng Chu breathed shallowly, as if he had used all his strength, and asked quietly:

"Phoenix, snow, what does it smell like?"

The phoenix dove was suddenly stunned, as if the events of many years ago had been jerked out of his mind, squeezing him painfully.

Those ambiguous actions and words made him embarrassed.

He took a deep breath and frowned at his long eyebrows:

"Feng Chu, can you stop asking irrational things?!"

- Irrational?

Is the fun of being young, and then the pleasure of the two later, irrational?

His body trembled slightly, his slender index finger turned white and blue, and he gently pinched a small snowball from the snow. Then, looking at him, he laughed softly, like teasing and like a murmur.

"Snow ......"

Feng Jiu frowned, and his voice was a little angry: "-Feng Chu! Don't make a fuss! ”

Maybe in his early days, he left him with an imaginary affection, but he knew what he wanted and understood what he had.

So Feng Chu is the most redundant.

It is also the least hurtful.

“……”

He gently placed the little snowball on his lips, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it slightly, looking at the phoenix's expression, as if reminiscing about the past.

But since it's in the past,

How can you go back?

"Forget it......"

Feng Chu patted the water stains on his body, and did not taste this white snowball.

Maybe he squatted for a long time, maybe he was a little sleepy, the moment he got up, his feet were unstable, and with a "poof", the whole person fell directly into Yaochi.

Qing Wei only looked at Feng Jiu, and didn't pay much attention to Feng Chu's condition, and when she turned around, she found that Feng Chu's body was immersed in the pool, her limbs were stiff, and even her body was white.

Her scalp was numb instantly, and she hurriedly tried to pull him up in Feng Chu's clothes.

The phoenix dove's face turned pale, and he hurriedly stopped: "-Don't touch him!! ”

But it's too late,

She twitched Feng Chuxue's white clothes, and the wind blew, fluttering, and a bewitching white sedum bloomed in the air.

And his body, as his clothes trembled, when the cold wind blew, was like a little crystal clear snow, mixed with blood, like a dandelion blown away by the wind and drowned by the wind.

It seems that it was a long time ago, and it was no longer there.

……

The phoenix dove leaned weakly on the snowdrift, and all that could be held in his hand was a brocade robe, which flew empty.

He watched as Feng Chu closed his eyes in despair, turned around, fell into the water, and turned into white snow in the cold wind, blending into the snow realm, without a trace, without a trace.

He clutched the garment tightly, lest it should leave him.

But the phoenix dove lowered his eyes and saw - where there was any clothes, what he was holding was a pile of snow.

Melting snow.

Seeing all this in his eyes, Qing Wei didn't know how to react.

She thought of the beautiful golden elixir, and then remembered the thick bloody aura of the elixir, and then the departure of the phoenix dove......

Is that

Feng Ling Dan.

Knowing that when the phoenix dove woke up, his affairs with him would not bloom, but even for such a moment, he waited by his side, waiting for his answer.

……

"Wei'er."

The phoenix dove called her coldly.

Qing Wei slowly turned around and walked towards Feng Jiu's side.

When she got closer, she found that the phoenix dove was holding a snowball as big as a pearl in the night, clean and unadulterated.

"What's wrong?"

"Snow ...... What does it taste like? ”

Qing Wei was stunned by the question, and Feng Chu had asked him the same question before. She didn't know what the matter was related, but she quickly scooped up a handful of snow and tasted it.

She frowned, tasted it again, and finally said, "Snow has no taste." ”

“……”

The phoenix dove didn't speak, but quietly stuffed a snowball to her lips and said with a wry smile: "...... Yes, snow has no taste. ”

Snow can't be ...... either. It's sweet.

…… She's also after all

……

Not him......

……

……