On a snowy day, the weather was cold and clear, and the people and birds in the lake were overwhelming.

The rime is thick, the sky and the clouds are against the rockery lake, white and black are distinct. The small island in the middle of the lake, like a snow lotus in the ink pond, the white tower on the island, and like the stamen of the lotus, stand there. Through the rockery, the witch could clearly see that the rattlesnake's head was aimed at the white tower, and she didn't know what she was looking for.

Because there is a lot of snow on the lake, there are inevitably pickles or traps left by the monsters in the lake in the depths of those hay holes, so Zheng Qing and Yelena did not go far, but approached, detoured to the rockery, chose a vacant land with no one, paced slowly, consumed food, and enjoyed the rare tranquility and tranquility on the lakeside.

The gypsy witch had something in her mind, and from time to time she looked up and glanced at the long worm on the rockery.

Her actions soon caught the attention of the young government-funded students.

"If you don't worry, I can fly a paper crane and let Liu Feifei take her little dragon away. Zheng Qing thought that Yelena was worried about the safety of the rattlesnake, and persuaded: "I think that snake is also spiritual, if it really feels cold, it will definitely sneak back in advance, and it will never freeze outside." ”

Yelena smiled reluctantly and didn't speak.

After a while, she suddenly opened her mouth and asked, "Why do you trust your eyes or feelings so much?" ”

This question seemed a little abrupt, and it was confusing to listen to it - Zheng Qing didn't know if she was referring to the words she had just speculated about, or something else.

After a moment's hesitation, he finally chose a slightly clever answer: "What can a wizard believe if he doesn't believe in his feelings?"

This quote is a quote from the eighteenth-century wizard Thomas Alva: 'True magic is one percent of the senses and ninety-nine percent of the skill...... Wizards don't believe in their own feelings and are forever detached from real magic. ’

The gypsy witch smiled slightly, as if she found his answer amusing.

She didn't have an interface, but walked in front of Zheng Qing, with her hands behind her back, walking cautiously, stepping on the white and smooth snow, taking every step extremely carefully, as if she was worried that there was a hole underneath.

The long skirt dragged on the ground, covered with snow and stained with mud, and the young wizard was a little uneasy to watch. He did mention the corner of the skirt to the witch, but this thought could only pass through his mind - he felt that if he really recklessly lost the skirt of the witch, he was afraid that he would be kicked into the lake as a pervert in the next second.

He simply looked away from the corner of his skirt and only stared at the witch's charming back.

"Look at the lake in front of you, what can you find?" the figure in front of him suddenly stopped, interrupting the few wisps of reverie that had just passed through the wizard's mind.

Zheng Qing coughed dryly twice, raised his head, and didn't dare to look at the witch, for fear that she would notice the weakness in his eyes. He looked up in the direction the witch was pointing, and realized that the two of them had already walked to the lake, and a few feet away, there was a sparkling lake.

Because of the snow, the lake is exceptionally quiet today, and it looks like a huge blue jewel as far as the eye can see.

"Snow, water, and the aquatic plants in the lake. The young student blurted out his answer.

"Anything else?" asked the witch with perseverance.

Zheng Qing lowered his head and saw his own shadow in the water.

He grinned, a big smile on his face: "And your beautiful figure." ”

This answer should be given one hundred and one points, he thought to himself in his heart, one more point is to reward the brain cells he had just sacrificed.

When the gypsy witch heard this, she burst out laughing.

She raised her hand and grabbed the wizard's ear and twisted it slightly: "Flim Flam...... Getting to the point!"

"Except for that figure, there is nothing else to focus on!" Zheng Qing made a grinning appearance, but his tone showed a firmness that he had never seen before.

The witch restrained her smile and did not speak again, but turned her back to the witch, and stood silently on the shore, looking at the still lake, motionless.

Zheng Qing touched the tip of his nose, wondering if what he had just said was a bit too much--if he had said it again, he would still say it. Sometimes, the answer is not just a simple answer, but an attitude.

Long.

The witch spoke slowly: "We are always so ignorant. ”

After saying this, she was silent again. The young public student scratched his head and looked at her inexplicably, but very wisely closed his mouth and did not say anything.

Sure enough, soon the witch spoke again.

"Really, we really don't know anything. She muttered, her voice a little subtle, as if it were a whisper, if it weren't for the silence around her, and Zheng Qing pricked up his ears to listen to her intently, he would definitely not be able to hear what she said.

“...... We're just pathetic, flesh-and-blood souls. Because of the little spirituality infused by God, I barely touched some incomplete images, and I thought I saw the essence of the world. ”

"Who knows what we see reflected in the lake from time to time?"

These words seemed a little profound, as if Lao Yao had said something similar in his philosophy of magic, but Zheng Qing couldn't remember it clearly. He frowned, instinctively feeling that the gypsy witch had just said something very important.

"It's like this lake," Elena suddenly regained her tone as she raised her hand and pointed to the Linzhong Lake in front of her, "In our sight, there are only some aquatic plants and spirits in the lake, but perhaps on our invisible level, this lake is a complete, dark world. ”

Zheng Qing finally found a reason to talk: "It's good that we live in our own world, and there is no need to care about the things of other worlds." ”

"That's right...... It's good to live in your own world. Elena let out a long breath, suddenly turned around, looked at the young student fixedly, then closed her eyes, and said softly, "Kiss me." ”

Zheng Qing thought he had misheard.

He swallowed his saliva and stared blankly at the witch in front of him, his gaze slowly slid from her delicate face to her waist, watching her hands tightly clenched the waist buckle in front of him, looking at the delicate body that was faintly exposed through the thin gauze skirt.

Then his gaze snapped back to the witch's face.

Against the backdrop of snow, her whole body seems to be covered with a milky white halo, which is intoxicating.

The rich scent of the witch permeated the body, making the young student feel a little groggy. The corner of his eye slid over her bulging chest, over her collarbone looming out of her neckline, over her white neck, and finally on her charming, flaming red lips.

"Kiss me. The witch murmured, as if whispering.

The young scholar paused, exhaled lightly, took a stiff step forward, slowly lowered his head, and choked at the red lips.

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