Between the sleeves is a white butterfly, like a white snow slowly floating around the dead leaves.

"Oh, hex. The moonlit night snorted coldly, and the silver spear rattled in his hand, the soft wooden stick bounced slightly, and the red tassels on it shook in the wind. The moonlit night jumped up, breaking the white butterflies around the dead leaves, the white cold light lit up, and the wings of a few butterflies fluttered to the ground.

The dead leaf's eyes were cold, and his hands rose and fell from bottom to top. The wings of the butterfly on the ground floated in the air, whirling with the wind and the remains of the butterfly, and every few seconds the butterfly miraculously came back to life. They flapped their wings quickly, and the scene around them changed accordingly.

It was a sea of fiery peach blossoms, peach blossom demons, scorching its glory. Withered leaves sit on the branches, eyes closed, smiling brightly.

"Three hundred years of youkai?" Withered Leaf suddenly opened his eyes, and his red pupils were strange. Under the tree was a moonlit night in a black robe, which was very out of place in this scene.

"It's a mystery. Ignoring the changing scene around her, the moonlit night flew up the branches and stabbed at the dead leaves on the trees. The branches of the peach blossom tree trembled violently, and the petals fell to the ground. The moment the silver spear touched the body of the dead leaf, he disappeared and appeared in another part of the sea of flowers. The moonlit night chased all the way to the seaside. Dead leaves stand on the shore, facing the sea.

"This is Peach Blossom Island, my hometown. "The dead leaves look around, such a familiar scenery, the peach blossoms are always undefeated.

Standing more than a foot behind him on a moonlit night, there was a violent sound of water, and a huge dragon sprang out of the water, and the water in the sea rose sharply, drowning all the peach blossoms on the island. Looking at it on a moonlit night, it seems to be reading a story.

The dead leaves fought with the dragon on the crest of the waves, and the red leaves spun rapidly, cutting the throat of the dragon, and the dragon was furious and roared. The earth trembled. A huge splash of water rose and hit the dead leaves. At that moment, the moonlit night seemed to see her previous self.

The dead leaves were hit by the waves and fell into the water, and the salty sea water continued to pour into his mouth, and the dead leaves wanted to stand up but were pressed into the bottom by the dragon's claws and sank.

There was nothing to see in the deep black seabed, and the dead leaves didn't know how long they had been sinking, but they only felt a violent current rushing towards him, and the current carried him upward. Withered Leaf thought that he was going to be saved, but he didn't expect that it was made by Jiaolong, and he swallowed it into Jiaolong's belly with the flow of water, which was three hundred years.

The peach blossoms covered the sea, and the moonlit night came back to his senses from the story, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect us to be so fateful, even so, I won't let you on a white horse." Moonlit Night threw down the silver spear and drew an arrow from his back. In his mind, he couldn't help but think of the scene when he taught White Horse archery for the first time, and that beautiful feeling had been so long and so far away from him.

"Huh-" The cold arrow flew through the peach blossom towards the dead leaf, and the dead leaf held a branch. With a casual strike, the arrow hit a nearby tree.

"Don't fight!" Hakuba frowned, her eyes couldn't see clearly, she didn't want the people she cared about the most to hurt her. This hurt is often the most hurtful.

The faces of the two of them were ugly, and finally the moon night resumed a gentle tone and continued to say to Bai Ma: "Bai Ma, are you willing to go back with me? Don't hesitate to heal your eyes. ”

The white horse was silent, and the atmosphere at the scene was unusually heavy. It took a while for Bai Ma to slowly speak: "No, the withered leaves promised to accompany me forever, so how can I leave him." The white horse looked at the dead leaves, and the hand around his neck tightened a little.

White Horse's refusal made Yue Ye feel extremely humiliated, he stared at White Horse, his eyes were like knives and asked coldly, "Are you serious, don't regret it?"

"No regrets. Hakuba replied in a firm tone.

As soon as the white horse's words came out, the moonlit night knew that he had been defeated, and he was completely defeated!" He threw his head back, laughed maniacally, and stepped on the dark horse and left.

"Hakuba, you will definitely come back. Moonlit Night thought to herself, and an idea popped into her mind.

The Tianshan Mountains are white, and even on a sunny day, the air on the mountains is still unusually cold. The warm sun shines on the body without the slightest warmth, but it is biting cold, and the withered leaves carry the white horse on their backs and walk hard, and the white expanse cannot end. He had no strength left.

"Dead leaves, let's rest. Yiyun swept away the snow from a stone with a peachwood sword and spread a soft animal skin mat.

"Yiyun, thank you. The withered leaves cast a grateful look, showed a long-lost smile, and hugged the white horse in his arms. Hakuba was unexpectedly quiet, and he didn't know what she was thinking in his godless eyes.

"You're here, I'll take a look around. Yiyun shook his head and walked away.

The only thing left in the air was the sound of the wind. The withered leaves hugged the white horse and warmed her. After a long time, the white horse asked, "Dead leaves, if my eyes can't be cured anymore, will you still carry me?" The white horse said, tears falling uncontrollably.

Withered Leaf hugged him tightly, his chin resting on her head, and said with a smile: "Silly girl, no matter what, I will always be with you." If you're blind, I'll be your eyes so we can always be together. The dead leaves wiped the tears from her face.

There was a small snow fluttering in the sky, and the snowflakes fell silently, like pure elves falling to the ground, on the trees, the white horses leaned on the shoulders of the dead leaves, and the white spots in front of them were vaguely glowing with white light, and finally turned into pitch black.

"Dead leaves. The white horse held his hand a little tighter, "Are you there? Why is it dark?"

The withered leaf held his hand and trembled, looking at the white horse's pupils that were gray.

"Girl, I'll take you to find it. The withered leaves carried her on their backs, choked up and forced themselves to cry, picked up the white horse and stumbled on the snow.

"If my eyes hadn't been burned by this snow, I would most like to see you now. The white horse leaned on his back and smiled, and that was enough.

The snow is falling heavier and heavier, and in the vast snow in a corner of the Tianshan Mountains, a black dot is moving forward with difficulty, leaving a series of deep and shallow footprints behind it. Legend has it that the snow of the Tianshan Mountains grows on the top of the Tianshan Mountains in an extremely harsh environment, where the snow falls all year round, and the ice does not melt, which is suitable for the growth of the snow rui, but no one can get it.

The whirring wind blew through the clothes and made the body cold, and a thick layer of snow had fallen on the body of the dead leaves, making it difficult to walk. Finally sat exhausted in the snow.

The white horse stretched out his hand and groped for her, the back of his hand covered with the face of the dead leaves, cold as ice.

"Let's not look for it, can we go back?" The white horse cried and hugged the dead leaves uneasily, if you are there, what if you can't see it? (To be continued......)