The northern ice field, the Hung Yen ice forest. （）

It is not known how many years the ancient giant tree has grown, and perhaps its ring-life span is not known in thousands of years.

The elven clan is less than 10,000 years old, and the whole clan lives on this ancient sacred tree.

It is said that at the most prosperous time, there are tens of thousands of elf people.

Nowadays, even though the life span of the elves is much higher than that of ordinary Middle-earth humans, their fertility is low, and in the past thousand years, they have been not on good terms with the surrounding werewolf clans, bear tribes and bird-people clans, and there are often wars, so the population of the elves is only about 3,000 now.

Yun Xiaoye and Han Xuemei have been living in the elf clan for several days because Wang Wuwu's injuries have not healed, and sometimes the holy daughter of the elf clan Xiaoling will come to talk to the two and take them to wander around the sacred tree.

Countless elven people did not show ill will towards these two alien humans, but spoke and greeted them very kindly.

Of course, the two of them didn't understand the ancient elven language, and most of them couldn't understand what the elves were saying to them.

All things are born and all living beings are born.

Heaven is indeed equal.

The elves have the face and longevity that ordinary humans dream of, but they don't have the height of ordinary humans. The entire elven clan is generally only two feet seven to three feet one, small and exquisite, and some elves who are four or five feet tall are already considered burly giants among them.

Every day, Yun Xiaoye could see countless elves clapping three pairs of beautiful and transparent wings behind him walking through the giant wood divine tree, talking and laughing with each other, and he had never seen any elves breathing.

Early in the morning of this day, Yun Xiaoxie pushed open the wooden door and walked out of the wooden house, standing on a thick branch and looking into the distance.

On a clear day, he felt as if he was standing on a majestic peak, with a panoramic view of the surrounding ice fields.

At this moment, a goose-yellow figure flew down from the sky and landed beside him.

The branches of the huge sacred tree did not feel crowded at all when the two of them stood side by side, but on the contrary, they were very spacious, which showed how magnificent this sacred tree was.

Han Xuemei silently glanced at Yun Xiaoxie's side face, and said, "It's the third day of crowding, and there is still no news from others, Senior Brother Yang, they should have gone deep into the depths of the ice field, are we ......?"

Yun Xiaoye slowly retracted his gaze, nodded slightly, and said, "Well, Xiaopang's injury is also good, and we will go to the patriarch to bid farewell later." ”

Han Xuemei's cold eyes suddenly flashed with a faint glimmer, the white hair on her temples gently swayed under the cold wind in the sky, and a few white hairs were tightly attached to her beautiful white cheeks.

She stretched out her hand and gently pushed it away, her movements seemed to be gentle and gentle.

Yun Xiaoye glanced at it inadvertently, and suddenly his body shook, as if the distant and dusty memory had come back again. 【For more exciting, please visit】

Han Xuemei seemed to be aware of it, and her eyes met with Yun Xiaoxie, and in an instant, the eyes of the two turned to other places.

Complicated emotions lingered in the hearts of the two, and the indescribable sadness and pain were painful.

Hongyan is far away, lovesick and bitter. A few times, it is difficult to deal with each other.

Now that Hongyan is in front of you, why does she suddenly feel so far away and painful?

Is time really a kind of distance?

Ten years of time, who and whose mind have changed?

Han Xuemei looked at the clouds and smoke rolling under her feet, and looked at the endless ice fields and ancient trees, she suddenly said softly: "Come with me." ”

Yun Xiaoxie was stunned in his heart, his body moved, and he was about to say something, but he saw that Han Xuemei's slender body had slowly walked forward along the huge branch under her feet.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally smiled helplessly a few times, and slowly followed.

The huge branches lead to an unknown distance, a hundred zhang long, three or four zhang thick, let alone two people, even if ten or eight people walk side by side, they will not fall.

A faint cloud of energy wrapped around the two of them's bodies, and everything seemed so calm.

It's like going back ten years.

The wooden door of the tree house at the back opened, and the tall and fat Wang Budo stretched his waist and walked out, seeing Yun Xiaoye and Han Xuemei walking side by side along the branches of the tree trunk towards the distance, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked envious and jealous.

Said to himself: "The boss Yanfu is really not shallow, and he has a delicate relationship with several beautiful fairies, so I'm really jealous of me!"

As he spoke, he reached out and touched his belly occupied by fat, and said firmly: "One white covers three ugliness, and one fat destroys everything! I must lose weight to the end this time!"

He didn't want to disturb the boss Yun Xiaoxie, so he sighed secretly at the door and then turned back to the hole in the wooden house.

"This ...... Have you been thinking about the cliff for the past ten years?"

In the clouds and smoke in the sky, a voice with continued gentleness slowly sounded, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength, and he seemed to tremble slightly.

It has been more than a month since Yun Xiaoye came out of Siguo Cliff, and the two of them have traveled all the way from the southwest to the north, but they have never touched on this topic, and even the dialogue between them is very rare.

Today, Han Xuemei finally couldn't bear the torment in her heart anymore, and asked about the care that had been suppressed in her heart for thousands of years.

Yun Xiaoye glanced at Han Xuemei silently, the corners of her mouth moved, revealing a sad wry smile.

Said: "Siguo Cliff is quiet and secluded, and no one disturbs, every day Suzaku will catch some beasts and animals, and it is naturally good." I heard that Senior Sister Han has a very high reputation in the world in the past ten years, and you are known as the Three Sword Immortals of Shushan with Senior Brother and Senior Sister Zuo Kui, so Senior Sister Han must have had a good life. ”

Han Xuemei's body trembled slightly, stopped, and turned her head to look at Yun Xiaoxie, her pale cheeks revealing a trace of pain and sadness that could not be concealed.

"You hate me?"

She bit her teeth lightly and said three words softly but firmly, as if roaring from the depths of her body and mind, but when the words came to her mouth, her voice seemed so soft.

Yun Xiaoye didn't avoid Han Xuemei's gaze this time, his handsome and resolute cheeks showed a little dazed, but soon, a heart-rending pain flashed in his eyes.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know. ”

Han Xuemei's body shook violently, as if her breathing was trembling and cold at such an instant......

It turns out that he is holding a grudge against himself after all?

Ten years later, he still hates himself!

She smiled sadly and turned her head silently, not wanting Yun Xiaoye to see the tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.

She stretched out her hand, touched a wide leaf stretched out next to her, and said slowly: "You should hate me, in fact, why don't I hate myself in the past ten years?"

Yun Xiaoye looked at her slightly trembling shoulders, sighed, and said, "Senior Sister Han, so many years have passed, and there is no point in saying this. ”

Han Xuemei stood speechlessly, her slender body was trembling slightly, the wide green leaf that she caressed between her jade fingers, a teardrop drifted with the wind, and fell on the leaf, and the leaf seemed to be shrouded in a cold air, and shrank rapidly.

Yun Xiaoye silently looked at Han Xuemei's goose-yellow back, as if nothing had changed in ten years.

It's just that after all, there is no going back.

He smiled bitterly in his heart and let out a long sigh.

The nameless short stick that was diagonally inserted at his waist seemed to feel the mood of the master at this moment, and slowly rose with a faint light, as if to appease a lover, gently wrapping around Yun Xiaoxie's body.

Han Xuemei gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and when she turned her head again, her eyes returned to the cold and arrogant expression familiar to the world.

She glanced at Yun Xiaoxie and said, "You're right, it's been so many years, and we've all grown up." Let's get down to business, do you think that the patriarch of the elven clan, Youqin, and the high priest Wu Ya have something to hide from us?"

Yun Xiaoxie calmed down his complicated mood and said, "What are you referring to?"

Han Xuemei said slowly: "Regarding the matter of the dwarf clan, Youqin and Wu Ya must have something to hide, after mentioning this matter that day, the two of them obviously felt very anxious, and then asked the Holy Maiden Xiaoling to send us out." You have the Netherworld Sword and the Divine Wooden Stick, these two magic weapons are very important to the Elf Clan, but in the past few days, the Patriarch of Youqin has never summoned us again, isn't it very unusual?"

Yun Xiaoye nodded and said, "What you said is right, I feel this way, but since the Youqin Patriarch and Wu Ya Sacrifice are unwilling to tell us, we can't force it, maybe they also have something unspeakable, and when I say goodbye to them later, I will find a chance to ask." ”

Han Xuemei said "um" and said, "Whether you can find the dwarf tribe is very important to you, no matter what, you have to ......."

Before she finished speaking, a small green figure suddenly flew in the distance, vibrating three pairs of transparent wings, and quickly flew in front of the two.

"Young Master Yun, Fairy Han, it turns out that you are here, I asked the clansmen to prepare breakfast for you!"

The one who came was none other than the Holy Maiden.

According to the calculation of age, Xiao Ling is nearly three hundred years old, but she is still very innocent and lively, like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in Middle-earth.

Yun Xiaoye smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Miss Xiaoling." ”

Xiao Ling grinned, landed on a branch beside Han Xuemei, and was about to speak, when he suddenly saw a wide leaf beside Han Xuemei that had shrunk for some reason, just like a frosted eggplant.

She frowned slightly, glanced up and down at the two people in front of her, and said, "Fairy Han, have you ever cried? Did Yun Gongzi deceive you?"

Yun Xiaoxiao and Han Xuemei were both slightly stunned.

Han Xuemei shook her head and said, "No." ”

Xiao Ling didn't believe it, and said: "This is the leaf of the sad vine, only sad tears can make it fall, you must have cried just now!"

Yun Xiaoxie was slightly stunned and looked at Han Xuemei in surprise.

Han Xuemei's face stiffened, and she didn't understand that there were such strange leaves in the world.

She shook her head helplessly, and changed the topic: "Little Spirit Holy Maiden, I have something I want to ask you, is the dwarf race really extinct?"

Xiao Ling was still interested in whether Han Xuemei had shed tears, but when she heard Han Xuemei's words, her delicate and delicate fair-skinned pink cheeks suddenly stiffened.

"You ...... Are you still thinking about the dwarves? The dwarves migrated out of this ice forest for some reason 8,000 years ago, crossed the ice spring and desert river in the north, and entered the bitter cold land of the far north. Do not have any illusions that you will be able to find their remnants. ”

Han Xuemei's eyes lit up, and she immediately asked, "They really have descendants left!"

Xiao Ling was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly covered his mouth, shook his little head, and said with a little horror: "I didn't say anything! Don't tell the queen mother that I said it!"

After speaking, Xiao Ling seemed to be very afraid of something, and he no longer paid attention to Yun Xiaoyi and the others, flapped his wings and turned into a ray of light and flew away.

Yun Xiaoxiao and Han Xuemei looked at each other silently, and they both felt that this matter was unusual.

Although the elves and dwarves are both one of the thirty-six tribes in the Barbarian North, there should not be much relationship between the two races.

At this moment, the people of the elven race seem to be quite taboo about the three words dwarf race, and once they mention it, they will have a fear and awe from the heart.

Source: Ran Library.