It is said that the small world in the predicament of Mayfly Mountain is full of dangers, but Zhao Fushuang has been nervous for a month, and he is still just strolling in the desolate snow.

She hadn't opened the space container since she took it, just because, so far, she hadn't encountered any danger in this predicament.

To be honest, although she is a bastard, she is not really without a bottom line.

The space container is a private thing, and it is possible to put anything in it, so she has a guarantee in case of a crisis, and since there is no danger, she is too lazy to explore other people's privacy.

In the small world, all you see in a month is the snow-covered sky and the dark sky and the snowflakes falling in the dark sky.

There were no alien objects flying suddenly in the void, and there was no danger of coming out under the snow.

It's just that this day is getting colder and colder, almost biting, and every time the snowflakes melt on her, the inexplicable sadness will become more and more intense.

After another month of asceticism, Zhao Fushuang discovered one thing, she actually returned to the place where she fell in the beginning.

Originally, the footprints she left behind in this icy snow would soon be covered with fresh snow.

Except that the footprints left when they first fell here have not disappeared.

Two deep footprints seemed to be frozen here.

She felt that this foot was a little big, not like hers, but she was the only one here, who else could it be if it wasn't hers?

This matter was discovered when she first came in, and she also felt weird, and she used to toss around these two footprints for a long time, but it was useless.

There is clearly no formation here? Why is she here?

At this moment, Zhao Fushuang collapsed.

After two months of ice and snow in a row, full of snow and gray sky, she couldn't feel any vitality when she was depressed!

After going out to breathe a sigh of relief during the day, the mood that came in at night turned out to be the same as the mood of the previous night, and the relief that I had received outside seemed to be erased by something.

Zhao Fushuang pressed the heavy sadness in her heart and carefully distinguished, is she going to be trapped in this snow?

It was impossible to sit and wait for death, Zhao Fushuang buried his head and continued to move forward with his feelings.

However, after walking for an hour, she realized that something seemed to be different.

As I began to walk the second lap in the ice and snow, it was getting colder and colder, and the inexplicable sadness seemed to be much heavier than the first two months I had entered.

No amount of clothing can stop the soul-eating cold, and no matter how beautiful things are, they can't expel that kind of soul sorrow.

So much so that she had the urge to cry with every step she took, and she endured her grief and walked in the snow.

In the third lap, Zhao Fushuang couldn't control his tears.

In the bone-chilling cold, she walked numbly in the snow, and on her cold cheeks, tears rolled down her cheeks again and again and slid into the snow.

knew that she might not be able to bear the cold and heavy sadness if she continued to walk, but she couldn't help it.

Except for the fact that it would be a little different here after going on endlessly, it was useless for her to do anything here.

Zhao Fushuang understands that if she wants to break through this small world and get out, it is useless to remain unchanged, she must seize this change to find a way out.

In the fourth circle, Zhao Fushuang's whole body was already unconscious, tears flowed out, and his cheeks were already frozen and festering in the cold.

In the fifth circle, every step she took seemed to be walking on the tip of a knife, and her whole body was clearly unconscious, but her heart hurt so much that it was difficult to breathe.

She knew that her life was losing little by little.

When he returned to the starting point at the end of the fifth lap, Zhao Fushuang was so stiff that he didn't know where his legs were, and everything was supported by one breath.

She knew that if she died, she couldn't go any further.

She should leave now, and never enter Ephemera Mountain again!

Zhao Fu looked up at the vast sea of snow with cloudy eyes, three hundred years, she finally survived, could she be so defeated in this small world?

She is not reconciled!

What if you go back from here?

If you can't practice in your life, it's better to die in this snowstorm than to die in the Junwu Continent.

In the sixth circle, Zhao Fushuang still raised her feet, and her vital signs slowly calmed down, not recovery, but death, and only relied on a little spiritual consciousness to drive her forward.

She didn't think about it so much, she just knew that where she died, as long as she didn't die, she would keep walking.

With a feeling of dying knowing that he didn't belong to him, but still grieving, Zhao Fushuang walked slowly.

Seventh lap.

Eighth lap.

Lap 9.

Just when she was dying, she suddenly woke up, how did she get to the end of the last three laps?

I don't remember.

I only know that she can't tell the time and the direction.

On this day, it seems that the tipping point of her complete death has finally arrived.

At that moment, Zhao Fushuang was relieved, finally, she still had to die, at least she did her best.

Those things that she can never let go, those who cannot be forgiven, will eventually dissipate with her demise.

But at the moment when the light returned, in the vast world, she saw a person.

In the haze, not far in front of her, a man in a snowcoat with black hair stood like a sculpture in the snow.

In a trance, all the wind and snow and sorrow in the vast world were inflicted on him, no, all the sorrow and wind and snow came from his body.

The wind and snow hit her body with the wind and melted into endless sadness!

The man's snow-white clothes melted with the snow between heaven and earth, and only the black hair fluttering in the wind could prove that he was a living creature.

At that moment, Zhao Fushuang suddenly whimpered and cried in the face of the vast wind and snow.

Snow flew in the wind, filling her mouth and blurring her eyes, and her unconscious legs dragged her dying body and stumbled toward the man.

Run!

Run as fast as you can!

Chase after the man.

Even if you use up your last life, you won't hesitate!

However, when Zhao Fushuang finally got close to the man, the figure was completely disillusioned between the virtual and the real.

She didn't even get a chance to see his face.

There, only a pair of deep footprints remained.

It turned out that the footprints were really not hers.

"Don't, don't go."

She knelt in those footprints, looking up to the sky and screaming in grief.

The heart-rending wail made Zhao Fu's twin life worse than death.

From wailing to losing your voice, all the grief is difficult to tell.

The snow almost buried her, tears flowed, but the grief did not subside.

Her broken body fell in the snow and could no longer move, her limbs were stiff, but Zhihai, who had run out of oil, still had some consciousness left.

A clear, hazy consciousness told her that she didn't want to die.

She wanted to see each other again.

Goodbye to that man.

And who that person was, she couldn't say his name, and she couldn't remember his face.