Xie Daozhi looked at the half-open glass door, and was a little confused for a while.

When he looked at it from afar, he faintly saw a figure he didn't want to see the most, but reason told him that if he didn't even dare to face it, then she would never be able to face it.

When the door was pushed open, the ice and snow were flying, and the cold wind seemed to blow all the way to his heart, and for a moment, he thought that he must be the one who came.

However, when he saw that the man was a woman, he even went blank for a moment.

There is a kind of unprepared helplessness, and there is also a kind of ridiculousness of all the grass and trees.

Could it be that he was thinking too much about everything?

He didn't feel that way, since stepping into this piece of snow, he had a sense of fate, as if every step had a thousand weights, although he had already decided that he would never succumb to fate, yet he unconsciously felt his fate.

"Get out of here, get back!"

Xia Yangzi's voice is so weak, it is courage not to flinch in the face of danger, if you don't know the danger at all and rush forward, it is stupid.

He knew it was a fate he couldn't avoid.

However, he was not prepared to surrender.

The warm dining room slowly became cold as the woman stepped in.

Mr. Wu patted Wulala, who didn't notice the situation, and looked up to see the ceiling that was freezing.

Everything here is changing, it's collapsing.

Every step the woman took made it colder.

Yingluo heard her step on the ground and the ice cracked.

Who is she? Is she real, or is she just her own fantasy?

If it's just a person she fantasizes about, can you trouble your subconscious to be normal, and don't think about such a terrifying picture, okay?

But the more frightened she was, the colder she felt.

And the more cold she felt, the stronger the cold on the woman's body became.

At this time, the three of them could see her face clearly, under the long black hair, the body wrapped in the white robe could only be described as "ice muscle and jade bones".

Her face is distinctly transparent.

The roof could no longer support it, and began to fall out of the ice in all directions, and the surrounding tables and chairs had long been frozen into icicles, and the warm lights were extinguished one by one, and the only remaining lights were flickering and flickering, which was more alarming than darkness.

"Brother Xie, what will happen if you die in the illusion?"

Yingluo only felt that she should run away, but her legs seemed to be frozen in place, and she couldn't move a single step.

"You're not going to die. Xie Daozhi said lightly.

"I think she's coming for me, I feel it. ”

Yingluo stroked her chest, she finally understood where this cold feeling came from, her fear and chill could not be suppressed, because this coldness was clearly a gap in her heart.

"You're not going to die. He repeated, but didn't look at her.

"Little Brother Xie, what are you two talking about? It's just a snowman, you burn it!"

Mr. Wu was in a hurry, and he let out a "meow" and shrank into a ball and hid behind him.

"No spells are needed here......"

Xie Daozhi said lightly, it sounded light and light, without any waves.

Oh yes......

Only then did Mr. Wu realize the seriousness of the matter, and without spells, even if it was a snow-pinched puppet, they might not be able to deal with it.

"It's so unfair!"

He was so anxious that he stomped his feet, but he still subconsciously took two steps back.

"Whew!"

Ulala wagged her tail triumphantly, and handed him a bald broom with a bite like a treasure.

"No, are you going to let me use this broom to sweep the snow?"

Mr. Wu complained and complained, but still took the broom in his hand.

The woman walked slowly, but suddenly she was in front of the three of them.

The bright restaurant has all collapsed, the moonlight shines brightly on the snow, even at night, it can be seen clearly, only Mr. Wu still has a broom in his hand, which is the proof of the existence of the restaurant.

She didn't stop, and walked straight towards Yingluo.

Yingluo clasped her shoulders with both hands and looked at the Snow Maiden in surprise, so close that she could see her face clearly even if she was transparent.

A cold hand was already stretched out to her.

Surprisingly, the Snow Maiden did not touch her, but maintained the movement of an outstretched hand and stopped, as if she was separated from her by a mirror, and the person in the mirror was waiting for her to reach out and give her a high-five.

Yingluo doesn't know if she's real or just an illusion.

Her white clothes fluttered in the wind and snow, and her eyes were exactly the same as her own.

From the moment she walked in, she felt something strange, and she seemed strange and yet familiar.

But it was only when the two were face to face that she was truly sure of that.

She is who she is, she is who she is.

Subconsciously, Yingluo stretched out her hand and pressed it against the Snow Maiden's palm, just as she hoped.

The cold touch told her that she wasn't just an illusion.

Before she had time to think, she already felt a heart-rending pain, and almost at the moment when her hands were closed, she realized that maybe this time, she had done something wrong again.

She saw the Snow Maiden's smile, lowered her head slightly, and saw that the Snow Maiden's other hand was pulling out a long sword that was colder than ice and snow and extremely sharp from her heart.

"Don't ......"

She said the word weakly, and she fell.

It seemed that a warm embrace caught her, and it seemed that she only closed her eyes for a moment, but when she opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was the hideous smile of the Snow Maiden.

"Hahahaha......" The Snow Maiden laughed wildly and began to melt, the delicate lip flaps that were exactly the same as her also oozing water, very scary, the white robe and the long black hair stuck together, wet, making her think of the ink that was splashed on the white scroll for no reason, it was so incongruous, many pictures flashed in front of her eyes, and she couldn't grasp anything.

Only the cold ......

It wasn't pure coldness, just now her cold heart seemed to be slowly warming, however, when she realized this, she only saw Xie Daozhi's pale face, and a wisp of blood slid down his lips......

The Absolute Immortal Sword pulled out of his body had already passed through Xie Daozhi's vest and penetrated through his heart, and the Snow Maiden holding the Absolute Immortal Sword in her hand was no longer transparent, her face was clearly recognizable, and her evil smile was not unfamiliar.

"Xin...... Leave...... ...... son?"

Yingluo only felt that her mind was in chaos, didn't she leave a long time ago, she always thought that she had returned to Golmud, why was she here?

She mechanically touched the hollow in her heart, and her hand was sticky with a bright red warm blood.

Is that why she just felt her heart warm?

Thanksgiving......

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