Lan Nightmare stared at her stupidly, and there seemed to be thousands of moonlights in her silver eyes, shining brightly. Raising her hand, her slender fingers gently brushed away the snowflakes that fell between her hair, and on the long silver ink-colored hair, a few snowflakes melted, leaving a few small and delicate droplets of water, reflecting colorful light in the sunlight.

The smile at the corner of his mouth is shallow, so gentle that it seems unreal. Gently pulled out the white hosta of snow flying flowers in the bundle of hair, and the long hair poured down like moonlight, hazy, as if there was a halo circulating, and the ink color was blurred like water.

The jointed fingers gently rubbed her slightly pale lips, bringing bursts of tingling electricity over her limbs.

The snow stained Bingxi was in a trance for a moment, and a strand of hair hung down, covering the crystal silver pupils. There seems to be a pure Sanskrit incense lingering on the tip of the nose, which lasts for a long time.

The clouds in the sky are rolling up, and the flowers on the ground are blooming and falling. Heaven and earth are still, and everything is silent.

The two are close to each other, leaving almost no gaps, their faces are particularly close, it seems that a little probe, the tip of the nose can touch the tip of the nose, from her point of view, you can clearly see the man's thousand-year-old well-like slightly deep silver eyes, the reflection is full of her figure, light and thin like butterfly wings, like a breeze sweeping, trembling slightly.

Xue Ran Bingxi was a little flustered, since she could remember, she had always made jokes with others, and no one had ever been so close to her, her mind was suddenly blank, and for a while, she had always been calm and calm, but she had no idea and was at a loss.

A trace of annoyance appeared on his face, looking at the jade fingers on his lips that were warm and perfectly shaped, and he felt a little unhappy in his heart for no reason, mixed with the thin anger of being treated so intimately, and he opened his mouth and bit it down impulsively and childishly, mercilessly.

The white teeth lined with ice-white jade fingers are pleasing to the eye. With a slight force, there are a few more red marks on the flawless jade-colored skin, which are neither light nor heavy.

Lan Nightmare suddenly came back to his senses, as if he didn't feel a trace of pain, still smiling like a spring breeze, warm and elegant, not dazzling sunlight sprinkled on his body, as if gilded, not like a real person, like a dream.

Xue Ran Bingxi was stunned for a moment, how could she do such a childish act? She didn't have time to think about her abnormality, her eyes regained clarity, her lotus arm was slightly raised, and she secretly charged her strength, wanting to push away Lan Nightmare.

Unexpectedly, Lan Nightmare didn't do much obsession, and immediately let go of her, like a cat that had stolen a fishy fish, narrowed her beautiful silver eyes, put her jade finger in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully, and she looked very enjoyable.

After a moment, he rendered a somewhat dull and pleasant voice, with a little smile, like the strings on the nine heavens slowly plucked, which sounded in his ears inextricably: "Ran'er, I wanted to wait until the time was ripe to find you, but I didn't expect you to come to the door." Did Dye give me such a big gift when she saw me again? It makes me so moved, does that mean that I still have a little weight in your heart?"

Xuezhi Bingxi was angry for a while, cleared her throat, and raised the empress's shelf, her cold voice was still the same, as if the helplessness just now was just an illusion, and she said dissatisfiedly: "Before answering Bendi's question, do you think I will answer your question?"

The tail note is slightly raised, but it is still unhurried, calm, with a calm and calm that people can't peep at, the dignity of being in a high position for a long time, and the detached arrogance, which is compelling.

Lan Nightmare said seriously: "Does this answer matter to you? If so, what will happen to you?" There was a little cautious longing and hope in his eyes, and a little imperceptible nervousness, staring intently at the snow-stained silver eyes.

Looking at each other, how smart Xue Stained Bingxi was, as early as when he relieved her pain just now, he was basically sure that he was the one who was with her that day.

The shallow silver eyes blinked, but a little more determined, Ying Ying bowed, light like a butterfly, and his clear voice seemed to be a clear spring water flowing slowly in the mountains. If your Excellency is in trouble in the future, this emperor will be duty-bound to go to the soup and fire, and he will not hesitate..."

A very sincere, but also very formatted answer, Lan Nightmare interrupted her tirade, gushing endlessly, with unknown feelings secretly breeding in her eyes: "Dye'er, you never need to thank me. "Everything I do for you, it's my business, it's my will. If I can, I'm willing to give you everything I have, as long as you're well, can you, can you also give me a chance, put my heart in my hands, and let me protect you?

In my world, it's just you. You are my whole world, the inseparable companion in my life, and the only one I do my best to protect. Everything in the world is inferior to you. Saving you, it's just instinct, it's just my --- redemption for myself...

Xuezhi Bingxi deliberately ignored Lan Nightmare's sincerity, and said politely: "How can you be so rude? For both reason, we should be grateful. If you don't thank you, won't you be ungrateful?"

Lan Mengyi's good-looking eyebrows wrinkled slightly, I don't know when, her face was already full of sadness, and there was a taste called "pain" spreading in her heart, scarred and scarred, and her shallow voice seemed to carry endless melancholy, chewing her words carefully: "Never met, ungrateful?" sighed, and a little cold smile was dyed on his lips, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, "Dye'er, don't be so indifferent to me again..." Otherwise, I won't be able to stand it······

There is a fine and dense pain in my heart, like a pinprick pain, sure enough, Dye'er, your words can make all my strength and disguise shattered...

Dye'er, we should be the closest people, tolerant of everything about each other, if it weren't for the changes back then, you would have been my wife. Today, we can see each other again, but it is no longer a strange road. How can you be so ruthless and indifferent? I will never allow it, because I will be heartbroken, I will not be able to stand it, I will be afraid, if the events of that year are repeated, I don't know what I will do...

The melancholy figure, the sad eyebrows and eyes, are so fragile that they will be shattered at the touch of a button, as if they are standing alone in the cold sea of snow, only shadowing for 10,000 years.

A strong sense of familiarity struck again, the figure in front of him gradually coincided with another vague figure, and Xue Zhan Bingxi unconsciously stretched out her condensed jade fingers, and gently stroked the folds between Lan Meng's eyebrows, wanting to smooth out the folds, trying to drive away his worries.

There was a trance between her eyebrows, obsessed with whispering, in a haze, as if she heard her own voice, she said: "You shouldn't be sad, you shouldn't be sad for me, in fact..."

Before the words fell, he woke up suddenly, retracted his slender hand like an electric shock, and looked at Lan Nightmare in disbelief.

She's what's wrong?

Lan Nightmare grabbed her hand...