Sang Wushi was slightly stunned, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, but he still patted his back with one hand, closed his eyes and hummed softly: "A fox...... Shake, shake—a beautiful woman in red clothes, and a white-haired man—a child barefoot, barefoot—" The gentle singing was a little choppy, some out of tune, and some inexplicable emotions.

But Sang lowered his eyes again from time to time, but saw Zi Mo half-squinting, sleepy, and gently leaning on her shoulder, looking very useful. The corners of her lips unconsciously hooked, but her eyes gradually became a little ethereal when she looked at him. The moonlight illuminated his eyes, as vast as the sky, and there seemed to be so much in those beautiful eyes that it was difficult to guess his state of mind.

Sang remembered a lot of things from time to time.

The amazement when he met Zimo, the joke in his dreamy and safe enchantment, and the sudden arrival of him in the rainy night sky. His casual laughter, his seriousness, his laziness and disgust, his vivid appearance.

For a demon like her, who has long been incurable, how precious.

She often wondered why God had sent such a beautiful boy to her side.

She was a little happy, but sad to part.

She was born free and easy, and she never paid too much attention to one thing, probably because she had seen too much pain and parting, so she was tired of such emotions.

I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, but I couldn't bear to break the beauty of the present. But I don't know if I know what she was thinking, Zi Mo, who was gently leaning on her shoulder, took the lead in opening his mouth, "Ah San, fate has its own trajectory, and you can't change it." It's better not to know what has nothing to do with you. People will eventually have a parting, and no one will be able to accompany you to the end. ”

Inexplicably, his heart was blocked in a panic, Sang Wushi pinched him with a dark face, and glared at him, "What, the child has an adult's tone, which means that even you can't accompany me to the end?"

Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her again, his eyes seemed to be more serious than ever.

Sang Wushi gradually held his breath from time to time, and waited a little nervously for him to say something touching next, after all, this time can also be regarded as a parting of life and death, however.

Under such an "affectionate" gaze, he fell asleep.

Sang Wushi: ......

And he seemed to be disgusted that the posture was not comfortable enough, and suddenly rolled over in his arms and hugged her in his sleep......

Later, Sang Wushi also fell asleep with his eyes closed, which was the most restful day in seven days.

She was so tired that day that she couldn't say a word in her heart.

......

The morning light is at the beginning, and the warm sun is shining. When the first sun slowly rises under the ice layer of Qianshan, the whole clear and transparent ice and snow world shines with crystal clarity and spiritual light under the bright daylight, which is particularly beautiful.

These thousand mountains are still the appearance in Sang Wushi's memory, but now when she re-enters the land of the holy main peak, it has nothing to do with these solemn and magnificent fine carvings, and nothing to do with these dreamy mirror-like beauty and clarity, but only feels extremely desolate.

The people of the Qianshan tribe said that the crystal ice condensed by every snowflake on this snow-capped mountain was the treasure of Qianshan, and she smiled and said nothing at that time.

The heavy bell rang, and the Frost Punishment Circle closed.

At the entrance of the magnificent and exquisite main hall of Qianshan, thirty people stood quietly. Those "survivors" have no smiles on their faces, and their eyes are like old people who have experienced the vicissitudes of life for thousands of years. Everyone holds a touch of ice and snow in their hands to pay tribute to those who have died, or those who have died at their own hands. I heard that they will all become the best people in the mountains in the future. On the high platform of the entire hall, only Qiao You, who was dressed in green, was reading their names aloud. The Fox Emperor did not appear in the last scene of this major festival, it is said that on the sixth day after the frost punishment was opened, the once powerful person suddenly fell from the high platform without warning, and passed out directly, and has not woken up to this day.

When she offered to return to Qianshan, Zimo and Shanyun did not refuse, although perhaps they didn't understand why she hadn't left. Because of her now, those high-ranking people in Qianshan who can feel what is probably happening in the frost punishment territory will think that Ah Li's death has nothing to do with her.

Even though she really is, a murderer.

In fact, she just wanted to see if the woman who stayed in the ice sky had won the bet between her and Yuan Qichen.

Zimo took her to float on a cloud in the air for the first time this time, and the three of them quietly watched everything that happened in Qianshan at this moment.

The thirty people who received the baptism of the new birth celebrated solemnly and silently, with bells and drums, and worshiped devoously, as if everything was calm and normal.

However, I don't know if it was Sang Wushi's illusion, she always felt that the entire Qianshan Snow Area below seemed to shake slightly, and when she looked at it again, it was not shaking, and the shock was not small. The hundred peaks and thousands of layers were shaking in an instant, and countless ice palaces in the entire ice sea swayed violently, and the ice waves were absolutely overwhelming, like a sea of clouds rolling. And in a moment, the shaking intensified, as if someone had been uprooted directly from the ground, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and the entire ice and snow space seemed to be torn apart, startling a white mist rolling, and even the clouds of the thousand mountains where Sang Wushi was located couldn't help but shake down. Below, there were countless panicked and panicked loud noises, as well as the panicked escape of many demon spirit foxes. The entire Thousand Mountains Clan was plunged into chaos.

In order to stabilize his figure, Sang Wushi moved a little closer to Silent Cloud, only to receive another disgusted look from Zimo. But she didn't have the time to pay attention to it at the moment, because when she saw Qiao You's green figure flying by quickly, it turned out to be supporting the Fox Emperor who seemed to have just woken up, followed by a bunch of powerful elders of the Qianshan Clan, and they all rushed in one direction with drastic changes in their faces and panicked expressions.

Sang Wushi turned his eyes to look at Zi Mo and motioned for him to hurry up and take him over, but he found that the little ghost seemed to look a little dull, and there was a trace of solemnity between his light eyebrows, but before she could open her mouth to urge, she floated in the clouds and rushed towards the place where everyone was going.

As the white mist rose, there was a dazzling red light, with the scorching heat of the heat wave. The place where thousands of people gathered together below was actually the high cliff altar where the frost punishment puja was held seven days ago, and the huge dark blue circle that should have disappeared in the sky was really floating above the altar at this moment.

That dazzling red light came from the blue circle. Because in it, there is a raging fire that is surging in the sky. From the fire-filled territory, what greeted everyone's eyes was a towering spirit tree, shining with a ghostly light, and swaying gently above were translucent fox tails, with different colors, mostly white. The Spirit Tree grew in a dark black pool of water, and the black liquor bubbled like a living thing, and there seemed to be something floating up and down above. When I looked at it, it was a gloomy baby head, all of which were blue and bleeding.