Vast snowfield, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. Legend has it that on the Shenxue Mountain, it is snowy all year round.

The woman took one step at a time and the ice lotus bloomed, blooming with the most beautiful color in the world, the snow-colored ice lotus was as thin as a cicada's wings, and the silver pattern was entwined in the middle, and the mysterious god totem was brilliant and glowing.

Oh, love and hate, but just a thought.

The woman's long silver hair turned silver and white under the snowflakes, and her hair was like a waterfall, flying wantonly.

You have exchanged your death for my unforgettable pain, however, it can only be pain.

The flying snowflakes melted into the woman's pupils and turned into dark silver, crystal clear and shining.

The voice of the ice and snow sang slowly, as if from the eternal flood wilderness: "The clear snow is flying, and the world is bitter." Life and death are exchanged for parting, and the devil's path is close at hand. This is the past, the present is not the same. In the name of the Lord of all things, and the price of the Ice and Snow Spirit, I give eternal life. Wake up, O sleeping undead. ”

The woman's voice was like a whisper, which was heartbreaking and intoxicating.

The light body as a feather slowly fell, the woman closed her eyes softly, and on her pale and quiet face, a crystal teardrop slipped quietly, hiding all kinds of heartache and a thousand sorrows.

From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other, and we will never owe each other, okay?

Heaven and earth will be silent at all, and there will be no more life.

The woman fell silently on the snow-white ground, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyelashes curled, her sickly pale face almost transparent, and the skirt of her delicate and beautiful silver veins spread out like flowers.

The ice lotus all spread out, turned into petals, danced without wind, and covered the woman's body until the woman's long skirt was covered with ice lotus, and she slept quietly. The wind is raging and cannot be blown away.

The heavier the snowfall, a man stepping on the snow, even if he is plain white, he also takes in the light and moonlight, and his gestures are infinitely beautiful, and his face has always been calm, panic continues, and when he raises his eyes, there is already a cold brush, dripping to the ground, fainting a dazzling splash, frozen in an instant.

"Dye'er, say okay, I'll accompany you, do you want to break the appointment?"

"Dye'er, don't hide, I've seen you, come out quickly. ”

"Dye, Dye ······"

questioned one after another, but his voice was trembling, the peerless man, like a lost soul, stood for a long time, his thin lips were like a sword, and he smiled bitterly: "Dyer, do you really want me?" Today, it was the day you and I got married...

The snow is blowing, the wind is rustling, the lovesickness is broken, the pity is infatuated through the ages, and the hope is not endless.

After a long time, he staggered, and finally came to the place where the woman was sleeping. Carefully picked up the woman's light and soft body, raised her hands slightly, gently brushed away the petals scattered on the woman's body, her indifferent eyebrows and eyes were full of gentle pampering, her heart hurt slightly, and she was secretly sad:

Don't you even want your life for him? But what about me? You promised me that the day you return will be when I marry you. I will never allow you to leave, from now on, you and I, life and death together, if you break the appointment, I will personally destroy the world you are guarding wholeheartedly. What do you have to do with other people's innocence?

The slender and distinct fingers silently and gently depict the woman's eyebrows and eyes, pouring out a hundred turns of tenderness. The oath-like promise: "Dye'er, you have a good rest." What you owe, I will pay for you, and I will get it back for you in the same way! ”

The woman's white porcelain skin is a little sickly pale, and the thick curly eyelashes are clearly visible, as if there are stars about to fly out.

The cold wind is cold, and its heart is cold. The snow is falling and flying. It seems that only these two people are left in heaven and earth.

Clothes flying, men holding women, facing the cold wind, stepping on the snow, crossing thousands of rivers and mountains, crossing the turbulent rapids, walking through the sea of snow, unwavering eyes, towards a place between heaven and earth.

Dye'er, even if the front is difficult and thorny, my heart is the same as before, even if I give up everything, I will find a way to save you, and you will wake up after all. Those who dare to hurt you--- there is a trace of cruelty between the picturesque eyebrows and eyes, fleeting, fast like an illusion.

None will be spared!!

The man gently clutched the woman's sleeve, and the bloodlust on her body dissipated, leaving only boundless tenderness.

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Wherever they passed, bewitching petals bloomed, white mandolas and snow stained, flowers bloomed on the other side, scorching their splendour. Lost thousands of years of time, lonely for thousands of years.

White Mandala Flower Language: Desperate Love. The flowers are highly poisonous, but there are no regrets about picking them.

Snow-dyed flowers: Waiting for love. It does not bloom for 10,000 years, but the flowers bloom for 10,000 years.

Flower language on the other side: sad thoughts. Flowers bloom without leaves, leaves grow without flowers, flowers and leaves never disappear.