On the day that Fox Feather condensed the first flying blade with his thoughts, there was a lot of fog in Yimai Mountain.

The flying blade cut through the dense fog and flew high above the sea of fog, as if his eyes also flew up. The sun was shining all over the sky, and the colorful rainbow light could be seen in the water vapor, and his heart was proud and happy.

At this moment, he just wants to share the joy with the closest former master of the second line, although he has come to the first line, he can only call the big vein master Shizun, but Mr. is different, they have always been like father and son.

The wet wind on his face made Fox Feather full of anticipation, the name of this spell had a follow-up evolution, and he hoped that Mr. could give him some guidance, after all, it was inspired by paper psyche.

Ermai Mountain was close in front of him, and he fell down in the wind-

When the fox feather opened his eyes, he was greeted by the complex and slender black jade roof beams, sometimes decorated with pearls, gorgeous but bewitching, and the style of Middle-earth was completely different.

There was a tidal wave of emotions in the soul contract, as if to guide him to think more of the friendship he once had with his husband, and the sad and soft waves slowly rose and fell in his chest.

Ling Fox Yu got up silently, scooped up cold water and splashed it on his face, and his appearance was reflected in the bronze mirror, half killing intent and half soft, like crazy.

"Mr. seems to be playing with people, but in fact, he doesn't understand what friendship is. He sneered, and the bronze mirror suddenly shattered, crackling and scattering all over the ground, "You will only make me angrier by doing this." ”

The more he thought about the past days, the more he felt the pain of being betrayed and used, and Mr. didn't understand.

After tying his hair and changing into a neat and narrow-sleeved shirt, Fox Feather pushed open the window, and a faint mist and daylight poured into the room. This is the guest room of the Wasted Emperor's Palace built in the middle of the mountainside, the Wasted Emperor's Palace is built on the mountain, from the bottom to the highest, the bottom is the main hall, and the highest place is his bedroom.

He looked at the top of the mountain that was engulfed in clouds and mist, and the girl he met under the Lingxiao flowers yesterday suddenly appeared in front of him.

The annoying spirit contract began to make noise again, and the gentleman seemed to think that she was the girl he was looking for, and he had tried his best to interfere with him since yesterday, and he couldn't stop for a moment.

I really can't escape to the great wilderness, Mr. wants to plan it, then it depends on who has the last laugh.

Ling Hu Yu pushed the door out, and saw that the pink and white peony in the black jade flower pot outside the door was blooming warmly, so he picked two casually.

Coming to the Great Wilderness for a few months, from the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness to the palace attendants, they all avoided talking about the remnants of Si Youguo, and the only one who was willing to answer was the girl under the green waterfall and red flowers.

It was a spring day, and the Southern Wilderness Emperor's dormitory was full of apricot rain and pear clouds, bypassing the large and small gardens, so that the fox feather could see the high wall full of Lingxiao flowers.

He climbed over and was meeting the slender figure under the red flowers of the green waterfall.

This is a small open space that is not even a courtyard, at most two feet in circumference, there is only a low and narrow couch on the green grass, the girl who was dressed in brown and wore a gold crown yesterday has changed into a gorgeous black dress, and the head is pressed with a particularly heavy gemstone headdress, and the silver tassel is swaying like water waves in the ears.

She was still sitting on the couch, still looking at him quietly.

The hair color and eye color that are slightly lighter than ordinary people make her look like a fine porcelain doll, and the gentleman will think that she is a girl, she looks like she is only seventeen or eighteen years old, what kind of demon minister?

Ling Hu Yu took out the two large and delicate bowls of pink and white peony from his sleeve and handed them to her: "It's so boring to face wild flowers all day, this is for you." ”

The fine porcelain puppet-like person finally moved, the light of the silver tassel jumped in the bottom of his eyes, and he couldn't tell if he was happy, and only after a while did he whisper: "Thank you, but I can't keep these two flowers." ”

Ling Hu Yu sat down opposite her, disappreroving: "I will burn it when I leave." ”

I don't know what touched these two words, she didn't speak for a long time, only held the peony and looked at it quietly, and the thick eyelashes seemed to condense melancholy.

Ling Hu Yu suddenly said: "I haven't reported myself yet, I'm from the Middle Earth Immortal Sect, have you heard of it?"

Most of the women in the Great Wilderness who were locked up in the deep palace would not know this, so he simply sorted it out for her and opened the conversation box to ask about Sinu.

Who would have thought that she not only nodded, but her amber eyes looked at him at once: "Taishang Mai is very famous, I heard that there are two mountains in the Changju Valley leading to the Western Wilderness in the Southern Wilderness, one is buried in ice and snow, and the other is the handwriting of the two vein masters of Taishang Mai in the great war fifty years ago." You are a famous monk, what a disrespect. ”

Ling Fox Yu raised his eyebrows: "The girl knows a lot. ”

She was a little shy: "I saw it all from books, and I didn't have the opportunity to see it with my own eyes." ”

He began to tell her about the landscapes and interesting stories of Middle-earth, and this girl had read a lot of books, and every time he said a place name, she immediately knew where it was located in Kyushu, and even the surrounding mountains and towns were clear, which was really rare.

Seeing the sunset, perhaps because he was about to leave, the puppet-like girl shut up, her eyes that were still glowing instantly dimmed, and she got up and saluted: "Thank you, I haven't spoken to someone like this for a long time." ”

The flames flickered, and the two peony flowers were swallowed by the flames, turning into inches of black ash and being blown away by the wind.

Ling Fox Feather climbed over the wall, leaving only one sentence: "I will come back tomorrow." ”

The paper horse soared, and he flew high to look back, and she was still standing there, and the shadow dragged long on the grass.

See you again the next day, and the eyes of the girl who was confined behind the high wall will have a light from then on.

The fate of Linghu Yu and Sinu began in the short and brilliant March, as if a small wave rippled in the abyss of dead silence, and she was attached to the slightest ripples and movements.

Ling Fox Feather sometimes felt that beyond the green waterfall and red flowers, it was a piece of cold moonlight hidden behind him, giving him a moment of peaceful softness.

They maintain a shallow and soothing relationship with each other that they know and never break, and the duckweed meets for a short time, and they can breathe in the gap of torment.

In April, on the day she was last seen under the high walls, it was drizzling from the ceiling.

What Ling Fox Feather brought today was a small yellow oriole carved with bamboo roots, with a mechanism hidden inside, and when it touched the bird's belly slightly, it would flap its wings by itself.

She looked at her fondly, listened carefully to the flapping of her wings, and whispered, "It's good, if only I had wings." ”

But there are many obstacles in the world that can't fly even if you have wings.

Ling Hu Yu's old words were recalled: "It is said that the Si Banshee Chen has returned to her hometown, I don't know where the hometown of the remnants of Si Youguo is, the girl is well-read, do you know where she will go?"

She gently stroked the wings of the bamboo-carved little yellow bird: "On the first day, you also asked me about her, what did you do with her?"

Ling Huyu replied quickly: "Don't hide it from the girl, a certain person in my ancestor is a Sishi, and he can be regarded as having some connection with Si Youguo, and this time he came to the Great Wilderness to search for ethnic groups." ”

There was a sparkling glow in her eyes, like the waves of the abyssal river: "It turns out that you are ......"

She lowered her head, and after a while, she whispered: "The Si Youguo has long since withered, and there are few remnants, and the last gathering place for the Sishi is in the Sishi Valley of the Eastern Desolation. I guess she'll go there. ”

Before leaving that day, Ling Hu Yu wanted to burn the bamboo carving little yellow bird as always, but she shook her head for the first time to stop it, carefully hid it in her sleeve pocket, and suddenly asked, "Are you going to find her?"

Yes, Si Nu pinned all his hopes on him, and with all means, he also had to break free from the shackles of the divine soul contract.

Ling Fox Feather climbed over the high wall, and subconsciously looked at her for the last time, this time I am afraid that it will be difficult to see each other, and the shallow warmth and comfort ends here, he is just a spider silk handed over in the dark, he can't save her, and he may not be able to save himself.

And he left the southern wilderness that night and went to the eastern wilderness.

In the ancient Sishi Valley, Ling Fox Feather and Sinu reunited with their dreams.

The unfortunate fate played him according to the head, and it turned out that she was really thinking of a girl. What should I do next? As planned, Gu Lian will take her life, take her life to continue her life, and take her thoughts to pave the way for herself? After that, burn thousands of pieces of paper, erect a hundred monuments, and if you die, you will die, and the porcelain-like girl will never come back.

Ling Hu Yu could read Ji Meng's eyes at the moment when she saw him, and she tried her best to escape from the Desolate Emperor Palace and rushed to Sishi Valley to grab the life-saving straw-like spider silk.

But he was destined to disappoint her.

Ling Fox Feather took the fire away from the burnt wound, and his eyes turned black.

His distracted gaze fell on Jimeng, perhaps because she knew that he was a demon with many enemies, and there was no longer light in her eyes, and she looked at him with fear and disgust, as if she was estimating when he would die.

He grabbed at her, trying to shatter the chilling gaze, she was the only one in the world, and he couldn't stand her looking at him like this.

This vast world looks vast, but it can't accommodate a pair of hands stretched out towards Ling Fox Yu, let alone his momentary breathing.

It's hellish to live in.

Ling Hu Yu fainted to death, and did not care about Sinu. He didn't know what he was faintly looking forward to, one foot was stuck in the quicksand of fate, and he had to look at the green waterfall and red flowers, which was ridiculous.

When he woke up, Sinu was really gone, but she left him with unprecedented silence and comfort—the soul contract was firmly sealed by pearl-like thoughts, and it was no longer noisy.

During the night voyage, when he couldn't see his five fingers, he suddenly saw a beam of light, and he suddenly got up.

*

Paper horses hang over the great wilderness town thousands of years ago, and the lights of the city are dotted below, like a galaxy.

The dream in front of her was faintly uneasy, and the lights of the Great Wilderness thousands of years ago still terrified her, who was used to fleeing. Ling Hu Yu slowly spoke: "There is no one here, every bit of light only shows that there was a cause and a cause to gather, and the deep valley was a thousand years ago without a cause, which is enough to take a breath." ”

After listening to her for a long time, he glanced back, her face was covered with dried demon blood, so dirty that she couldn't even recognize her facial features, but her eyes were already shining with a faint light.

"What are you thinking?" he asked casually.

There was no longer the previous rejection and defensiveness in her voice: "I want to wash my face and change my clothes." ”

Inexplicable relief hit my heart, and the short-term peace was once again shrouded, so that Fox Yu took the demon blood of the girl to find a spacious inn, in the great wilderness thousands of years ago, it was rare to sleep peacefully.

After that, there were many days of restful sleep, and they spent their days and nights in one place, traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers.

Half of the place in his sleeve gradually gave way to Jimeng, most of them were books, and there was nothing in the deep valley, and every time they went to a new place, they had to go back to the present world to buy many things, and she only stared at the books.

Today was no exception, she walked out of the book room with a thick stack of books, and the hem of her clothes, which had been pinned to her belt because it was too long, dragged it on the ground, almost tripping her over.

"According to the Great Wilderness Geography, this town is called Blood Maple Town. Jimeng didn't mind almost falling a dog and eating, he only dusted off the ashes on his clothes, and his eyes lit up as he said, "There is a Song Mountain thirty miles outside the town, where gods died in ancient times, and the blood turned into a large piece of blood maple, and it was undefeated all year round." ”

Ling Fox Feather lifted her overly wide back collar: "You plan to wear my clothes all the time?"

She was stunned for a moment, and felt inexplicably guilty: "I'm sorry, I don't have any other clothes to change." ”

She actually felt that he was blaming her, what a clever girl who was completely useless in the right place, if she was alone, how could she live.

Ling Fox Yu looked at her ears that were blown red in the cold wind, and slowly took out a fluffy hat from her sleeve and buttoned it on her head.

"Go to the tailor. He subconsciously reached out to hug her on the paper horse, and as soon as he held her waist, he felt her stiff.

Obviously, he has come desperately, day and night, defenseless, even his clothes are worn without scruples, and now he is as stiff as wood, as if he will do something in front of everyone, I can't understand women, it's really inexplicable.

When returning to the deep valley as a mausoleum, it was almost dusk, and the blood maple of Song Mountain burned half of the mountain in the glow, seeing that the dream was fascinating, so that the fox feather always felt that there was an evil fire in his heart, and he couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking?"

She didn't notice his unhappiness at all, but looked back at him and smiled, and her eyes were full of joy and comfort: "I was thinking that it was one thing to read the book and write that the sky was burning like fire, and it was another thing to actually see it." ”

He couldn't see her happy, and said lightly: "The deep valley is a mausoleum, and the divine power is limited, and you can't stay here for a lifetime." ”

Jimeng didn't mind, holding down some wide plush hats with one hand to avoid being blown away by the wind, and said softly: "Even if I have to go out tomorrow, I want to finish today." ”

In the deep valley is a mausoleum, and with joy and with eternal sun.

Ling Fox Yu turned his head to look at her for a long time, and out of nowhere, he suddenly stretched out his arms to hold her, sensing the instant stiffness, instead of letting go, he tightened it tighter.

"That's what you said. He lowered his voice, "In that case, shouldn't there be wine today and drunk tomorrow?"

Ling Fox Feather came all the way from Middle-earth, not to play a respectful game with her, since the fate is wonderful, suddenly there is a way to live and a glimpse, he can't tolerate dullness and perfunctory.

He hugged her stiff body tightly, leaned over to kiss her ear, and there was a hint of hoarseness in his deep voice: "The so-called thousand-mile marriage is a thread, just when we are two ordinary people, I want you to give birth to ...... for me"

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, and he retreated a few feet, holding his forehead with a cloudy expression.

Jimeng on the other side was already froze in fright, and the fluffy hat on her head also rolled to the ground, she didn't care to pick it up, only stared at him in a daze.

It's a look of fear and rejection, which makes Fox Feather really disgusted with this kind of look.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, as if to grab her, but the next moment, his figure flickered and disappeared into the blood maple forest.

*

Rain clouds gradually converged at the zenith, and in a short time it began to rain, and the fox's endless wandering finally came to an end, stopping on the muddy mountain road.

In the deep valley for so many days, he seems to have been smoothed out by tranquility, and he no longer has the sharp vigilance of the past.

After all, the Divine Soul Contract is a thunderbolt buried in the body, and it exists for a day, so that Fox Feather and Jimeng do not have peace. Maybe he was wrong from the beginning, he shouldn't have longed for the soft moonlight behind the green waterfall and red flowers, and the world gave him blades and blood, and he still had delusions, which was really ridiculous.

What should he do in the future? He hadn't thought about it for a long time, but now that he thought about it, he felt a pain in his head.

The sound of panicked footsteps came from afar, accompanied by the cry of Jimeng: "Ling Huyu, don't hide, you come out!"

Fang Cai was obviously frightened, but now he was chasing him, he really didn't understand women, what did she want to do? Come to him to quarrel?

didn't want to deal with her, so Fox Feather turned a deaf ear.

She was still running around the mountains, her voice was farther and closer, and she became more and more anxious: "Ling Huyu! Where are you?!"

You have to quarrel, right? Ling Fox Feather broke a branch and threw it over, then come and quarrel.

Sure enough, she had never been so agile in most of her life, and she came running like a deer, so that her feet slipped and she was about to fall hard.

He quickly grabbed it, but she didn't retreat but advanced, tugged at his shirt, and made a gesture to put his forehead over, while saying hurriedly: "You should tell me when the Divine Soul Pact occurs! Don't move!"

Knowing that the Divine Soul Pact was attacking, she dared to bet on his thoughts while he was awake? Was she so defenseless against him alone, or was she really hopelessly stupid?

Ling Fox Feather turned her head and let go, because she still didn't give up, she simply bowed her head with malice and met her lips.

Don't let her hide, and don't allow her to be as stiff as a puppet, take a good look, he is not the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness, but he is not a fool of selfless dedication, since she grabbed the spider silk desperately, there is no reason to let go. Closer, closer, so that the three words of fox feather should be engraved on the soul, rather than fluttering from the lips.

The dream should be very panicked, and the snort is messy and sprayed on the face, but it is not hidden.

The force that tightened Fox Feather's arms gradually became softer, and he touched the corner of her left lip all the way to the corner of her right lip, and when he opened his eyes to look at her, his clear and warm amber eyes were very close, neither fear nor disgust, only a little soft helplessness.

"Close your eyes. He whispered.

The next moment, she felt that she was gently holding her face with both hands, tiptoeing and hitting her forehead stiffly, and the pearl-like thoughts suddenly drilled into the center of her eyebrows, swimming recklessly in the sea of knowledge, and went straight to the depths.

She is bold and unscrupulous.

His blade-like thoughts condensed out, intending to intimidate and block, but her thoughts were always much more flexible than her body, and she avoided them lightly, and instantly stuck to the blood-red Divine Soul Pact, wrapping it tightly layer by layer.

"I'll look at it every three days. Jimeng didn't move, closed his eyes against his eyebrows, "If you think something is wrong, you have to tell me immediately." ”

Ling Hu Yu was silent for a long time, and said lightly: "Didn't you run away in fear?"

She finally let go of her hands and frowned at him: "I was indeed startled, but it wasn't me who ran." I was shocked, and it wasn't the same thing as me helping you block the Divine Soul Contract with your thoughts. ”

A drop of joy like burnt sugar flowed down her throat, so that the fox feather still didn't speak for a long time, and suddenly found that her dress was wet, mud and water, this clumsy woman was afraid that she had fallen a lot on the ground, even half of her hair was scattered, and the ends of her hair were dripping with water, and what was even more exaggerated was that one foot was not even a shoe, and it was so cold that it was blue and purple.

He hooked her knee and hugged her horizontally, and whispered, "How the hell did you survive by yourself?"

The dream was inexplicably unwilling: "I ...... Not as weak as you think. ”

It's not weak, he has empty thoughts, but he doesn't have any talent for cultivation, and he can be tripped by the hem of his clothes when he walks, which is inferior to ordinary people.

"You're defenseless. Ling Huyu glanced at her, "It is said that eating a trench will grow a wisdom, and your wisdom does not know where it has grown." ”

Jimeng lowered his head, his wet hair swayed slightly with his steps, and the water droplets rolled down one by one, inexplicably like tears.

"Because it's you......" her voice was soft, like a whisper, "you won't, I'm not afraid." ”

He doesn't know anything? Ling Hu Yu seemed to understand, and suddenly smiled after a long time: "I will, so you be careful yourself." ”

Until he entered the inn in the town, Jimeng didn't speak, he hugged her off the paper horse, and glanced at it casually, her ears were still red, and there was a cloud around her ears, and her fingertips were hot to the touch.

He leaned closer, and felt that she was holding her breath, and the slight cold hairs on her neck stood up, but she still didn't hide.

He raised his hand to put the furry hat over her head and smiled "sneeringly": "What a fool." ”

Seeing that she was looking at him fixedly, he raised his eyebrows: "It's me, hurry back to the room to soak in hot water, don't catch a cold." ”

*

Ling Hu Yu soon realized that Ji Meng seemed to be starting to use him as something to practice his hands, and gradually he would take the initiative to touch him, and even the idea of releasing him once every three days would come over to his forehead.

The uneasy and kind-hearted Sinu still looked at him with an unsuspecting expression, which made him feel impatient—every time he tried to kiss her, he couldn't help but sigh.

The sweetness of the vagueness stopped returning to the present world a month later, and they collided with the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness.

When I returned to the deep valley as a mausoleum, I was already covered with cold sweat and lost my soul.

Ling Hu Yu felt that she was afraid of the pursuit of the Southern Wilderness Emperor, so he gently reassured: "Don't be afraid, he can't chase after him, and he can't move me." ”

The four desolate emperors are blessed by the four desolate demon powers, as long as they stay in the Great Wilderness, almost no one in the world can kill them. But the Desolate Emperor is very different from the monk, he is not good at fighting, and he will only summon the sky and thunder to split people when he turns around, so he is actually not very scary.

But she still had a nightmare that night, and her dull cry could be heard through the wall, which made Fox Feather lift the bed tent, and she only covered her head with a quilt, trembling terribly.

He didn't speak, patted the quilt lightly, and threw the light of the condensation into the tent, illuminating her hair that lay on the pillow.

After a long time, Jimeng poked his head out of the quilt, and his voice was very soft: "I just thought I forgot, but I didn't forget." ”

"Don't be afraid. Ling Fox Yu repeated, "I'm here." ”

She shook her head: "Mr. Zhedan said that it doesn't matter if you are naïve, it doesn't matter if you are weak, but if you put innocence and weakness together, it is easy to die." ”

Ling Fox Yu touched her hair: "These are not fatal, what is terrible is that the great wilderness that cannot tolerate these." ”

Ji Meng's face finally improved, and he said slowly: "I used to be very grateful to Your Majesty for being willing to accept the ancient alien race as a minister, I don't have any talent, but Your Majesty's attitude may prove that he has the heart to treat the alien race and ordinary people in the Southern Wilderness, and later found out that I was wrong." ”

"You're right," she smiled slightly wryly, "I'm defenseless, I have naïve fantasies about the outside, so I came out without permission, and I broke my head and bled out, and I ......"

What else?

Ling Huyu looked at her quietly, she suddenly moved in, and lifted the corner of the quilt: "Ling Huyu, can I hold you for a while?"

It is better to be respectful than to obey fate.

He rolled over to the bed, and the next moment his slender body slipped into his arms, and he subconsciously hugged it tightly.

"Are you going to be okay?" she hugged tighter, like holding on to all hope.

Ling Hu Yu held the back of her head and leaned down and kissed her on the forehead: "Since I am the devil, how can there be anything?"

Jimeng still shook his head, and suddenly raised his head and stared at him clearly: "You are not the devil, you are my ......"

What is her? Ling Hu Yu leaned his ears over, and suddenly felt that there was something hard under the pillow, and took it out to see, but it was the last small toy he brought to her on the day he left, the bamboo carved little yellow bird.

The wings of the little oriole have become round and shiny, which is the result of frequent rubbing.

He touched the bird's belly with his fingertips, and its wings immediately flapped, and the wind blew away the messy hair in Jimeng's ears, and her eyes were focused, even with a hint of desperate fanaticism: "I said, even if I have to go out tomorrow, I want to live today." If you are ...... I'm still ...... today. I ......"

Ling Hu Yu suddenly kissed her jade carved earlobe, Ji Meng began to tremble again, but it was not a stiff kind of trembling, he hurriedly raised his hand to cover his ears, and felt that his hand was quickly covered outside, and his lips were hot, and he kissed it unceremoniously.

Before he could finish speaking, he knew what she was trying to say.

The huge and cold world had not left them with anything good, but left them with each other, and he felt that the whole world was much brighter, and he had enough reasons to love it, and he also had a reason to protect it with his life.

Sending dreams is the courage of Ling Fox Feather, and Ling Fox Feather is also the courage of sending dreams.

It won't be a duckweed meeting for a short time, nor will it be like a mayfly dying in the twilight of life, there is only one day in his life, he is not a mayfly, he wants to be with her earnestly, every moment and every moment, snuggling up to each other to really spend his life.

When the day was about to dawn, Ling Fox Feather opened the bed tent, and the wind gently pushed the wooden window open, and a little snow was poured into the wind.

"It's snowing. He held her long hair for her, "I'm afraid I won't see the sunrise." ”

Jimeng rubbed his cheek: "It's also good to snow, I like it all." ”

She is petite, so that the fox feather hugged her like a cat, circled in the arms and shook the fine porcelain doll, I didn't know what to think of for a while, and asked a lot in her ear, and the fine porcelain revealed a layer of fresh powder, she was overwhelmed by the question, and her voice was like a mosquito: "I, I don't know...... I didn't, nothing bad......"

He let out a "hmm", and the wind closed the wooden window again, the bed tent closed, and the light of condensation flickered in the gloomy tent—nothing bad, he should be able to go a little further.

Jimeng was always a little flustered, hovering between struggling and not struggling for a long time, and suddenly felt a cold on his arm, he put on a silver light and faint armband, and then held her up by the shoulders, admiring it left and right, and seemed to be very comfortable: "It's really suitable for you." ”

The armband is extremely delicately made, and the slender feathers support the small birds, which are lifelike.

Jimeng's eyes showed a look of joy, and his fingertips touched those delicate feathers, and said softly: "When did you do it?"

"Last time," Ling Fox Feather imprinted a kiss on his armband, "the tailor will measure it for you, and I will go to the jewelry store." ”

She seemed to be extremely happy, and there was a layer of guilt in the happiness, and she felt guilty that she had nothing to give him, and before she could speak, he blocked all her words.

"From now on, it's my person. Ling Fox Feather pressed her lips and whispered to her, "Now you have to listen to me......"

The words that followed gradually could no longer be heard, and the condensation technique flickered faintly, illuminating the outline of the fine porcelain, and was soon hugged by him as if hidden, only a soft powder flashed from between his fingers.

*

When the snow is clear, the dream finally sees the sunrise.

The lonely peak of Song Mountain was already covered with snow, and a red sun slowly rose from the intersection of night and light in the sky, illuminating the four fields and her clear eyes under her furry hat.

"It's so beautiful. She sighed under her breath.

Ling Hu Yu wrapped her fur tightly for her, and said softly: "When you are tired of seeing the great wilderness landscape, I will take you to Middle-earth, where the landscape is better, you will like it." ”

The gradually bright sunlight fell on her eyes, and if there was a clear flame jumping, he smiled slightly: "There is nothing today and tomorrow, only later." In the future, I will always wander around the towns where there are people, and go to the mountains and forests where there are people with demons and treasures. ”

With him, she has nothing to fear, and with her, he is not afraid of anything.

The peak brightened, and the fox feather summoned the paper horse and asked casually: "Where do you want to go today?"

Sending dreams like a number of family treasures: "I heard that there is a mountain in the southern wilderness, and there was a god buried there, let's go and see if it's true or not?"

Absolutely, gladly.

The paper horse rises in the wind, cutting through the blue sky.

One day, they will walk in the real world, laughing at the past, they are still very long in this life, and they will be together wherever they go.