A thousand years is short, a snap of a finger. On the Shenxue Mountain, there is still a lot of snow. The fairy mist is shrouded, and the clouds are floating, hiding the palace made of ice and snow. The ghostly palace reflects a bit of brilliance and tells the loneliness of thousands of years.

The sky was as pure as washing, without a trace of haze, as quiet as a sleeping woman in the temple.

In front of the gate of the hall, an immortal man was alone, with endless bitterness on his face, and sighed lightly: "What should come will come eventually." The slender fingers rubbed the jade pendant that was shining with a slight halo, "I just wish you well." Looking up into the distance, it was as if the gaze of the eternal flood seemed to have passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, unpredictable, and seemed to be passing through the temple door and falling on the woman in the temple.

The huge hall was empty. There are huge floor-to-ceiling windows neatly arranged on both sides, and on the finely carved floor-to-ceiling windows, there are clusters of snow-dyed flowers, and the silver lines of the gods are looming, and the light veil hangs down, covering the eyes of a glimpse of the truth, and the dancing graceful.

In the center of the hall, the clear snow spring flows slowly, the white jade carved pool surface glows with soft light, the water flows collide, and the sound of "ding dong" is pleasant. The green smoke is swirling, the snow-dyed flowers blooming in the pool, the petals that are as thin as cicada wings are dotted with jade beads and clear dew, the beads fall on the jade plate, splash up a few water droplets, the petals are scattered, drift along the water, gather into a beautiful flower stream, like a flower crown, wear on the spring water.

An ice lotus floats, like in the middle of the water. The woman in the lotus, her eyebrows and eyes seem to come from the painting, the mist is steaming, gently covering the woman's face, and the snow-white skirt of the clouds and clouds spreads like a mist.

A colorful gonghou is erected in front of the woman, and the snow-dyed patterns are clearly visible, flowing with silky brilliance, and the guardian god stands beside the woman, watching for thousands of years.

Gong Hou trembled slightly, the sleeping person in the lotus, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, slowly opened his silver eyes, crystal like ice, cold like snow, smart like the moon, like a lonely star at night, shining a little fluorescent, streamer flying, as if there were stars flying out, stained with tears. The eyes that gather the light and moonlight are thrillingly beautiful, breathtaking, and intoxicating.

The delicate jade pendant on the waist swept a streamer, fleeting, fast and uncatchable, the woman's sharp eyes swept over, lazily raised her eyes, pulled the jade pendant with her slender hand, and put it in her hand to caress it carefully, the tentacles were warm and scorching. The jade pendant seems to have spirituality, emitting a faint light to plead.

The woman smiled beautifully, and the poppy-like beauty concealed the deadly murderous intention, but it was just right to blend with her divine aura. The fingertips were released, and the jade pendant hesitated for a while, and finally dimmed, submerged in the water, and was faintly visible through the crystal clear water.

The woman smiled wickedly, and the dreamy snow-dyed dark silver light flashed in the corners of her eyes, which seemed to deepen a little, and her pupils flashed with demonic dark silver.

"It's that Diyin guy again. The smile on his lips became more and more bewitching.

The woman got up, her slender feet tapped lightly on the surface of the water, the mirror-like lake did not move at all, the woman was as light as the wind, her body like a cloud of smoke quickly swept over the pond, and her bare feet stepped on the snow satin woven by silkworm silk, and walked slowly.

The door of the temple opened lightly, the woman stood in front of the hall, and the man blurted out: "Dye." I was stunned for a while, and a thousand words were choked in my heart, and finally converged into one sentence: "You woke up." ”

It was the Sorrowful Moon Xue Ran who took the lead in speaking, breaking the silent atmosphere: "Sure enough, it's you, Emperor Yin." He chuckled playfully, "The Holy Monarch of Destruction has visited, but my Creation Empress has not been well entertained." It's just that you and I don't have much intersection, and it's better that the Holy Monarch doesn't come to this Divine Snow Mountain. ”

The smile on Di Yin's face froze, and when he heard the word "Holy Monarch" that she had specially accentuated, his heart was sour. Dye'er, do you know that your breezy words can break my heart, why are you so alienated from me?

After worrying about the moon and snow, he was about to leave. Di Yin panicked: "Ran'er, you just woke up, where are you going?"

"Don't you think the Holy Monarch is in too much control?What do I have to do, I still need to report to the Holy Monarch?" Sorrowful Moon Xue Ran hooked her lips and smiled sarcastically, her eyes never fell on Di Yin, "It's better for the Holy Monarch to leave quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people, I don't have much time to fight with you here haha." Besides, we are not so familiar with each other, and the Holy Monarch's 'dye' is too kind, and we ask the Holy Monarch to respect himself, so as not to cause misunderstanding. In the end, the tone was as cold as the snow that does not melt all year round on this snow-capped mountain.

Emperor Yin gloomed: "It's me who has overstepped, Your Majesty the Empress." "The dye who made an agreement with him in the past is now so cold and detached, did he lose her?

Sorrowful Moon Xue Ran didn't say much, turned into a streamer and went away: Di Yin, I know that you are infatuated, it's just that you and I have too much on our backs, where the destiny is, long pain is better than short pain, it's good for you to hate me, blame me, just don't be so good to me anymore, don't be so gentle anymore. You and I are a mistake, so let's keep it in our memories forever. From now on, you will be your Saint Lord of Destruction, and I will be my Empress of Creation, and I will see you at the end of the world, and I will be ruthless.

Di Yin's gaze followed her away: Dye'er, I don't know what you think, but how do you want me to let go?

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