The red leaves are enchanting, falling with the breeze, as if abandoned by heaven and earth, but still remembering that they are beautiful, their posture is elegant, and they want to protect their only remaining self-esteem.

The snow color is like a brocade fur, wrapping the vast and slightly hazy earth, and the distant mountains blur the side shadows, and this scenery is like a beautiful picture.

In the wind and snow, the fluttering red leaves are like people from afar, stumbling all the way, not knowing the road.

"Here...... It seems that it is what the adults said, Ten Thousand Demon Peak......"

The voice was a little tired, Momiji's eyes blinked, looking at the white snow, pinching the jade talisman used for teleportation in his hand, and the whole person was stupid.

It came from the Ethereal Valley, with the sincerity of countless sages in the Ethereal Valley, but it was very unpopular and no one welcomed it.

It had never been to the Ten Thousand Demon Peak, and it didn't know that the real Ten Thousand Demon Peak was like this, and it couldn't see the emptiness of the people, and it secretly guessed when it turned left and right and couldn't see the way, it was probably the wrong place to teleport.

Momiji looked at the shadows of the boundless snow-capped mountains, his nose was slightly sour, and tears unconsciously emerged.

If so, it is doing something wrong again, and it really implements the fact that it is useless.

"I can't even find a Ten Thousand Demon Peak, I really don't know what the use of asking for this stupid thing. ”

It can even imagine the strange tones and helpless eyes of its uncles, and once it does, it will make it feel painful.

Although self-esteem has never been something that has nothing to do with it.

Momiji's hands were originally delicate, but they have become rough in this hurried year. It wiped its tears with the hand it hated now, and groped out the jade slip it had used to prepare for its return, and prepared to go home.

I can't tell which is more sad and self-pity, and the corners of Momiji's mouth are tight, as if he has committed a heinous mistake.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the snowstorm, which startled Momiji.

Its eyes widened, the wind and snow in front of it suddenly stopped, and a thin young man his size slowly peeled off the snow and strolled.

"You're the messenger of Ethereal Valley?"

The young man approached and noticed the handsomeness of the young man in front of him, and his breathing was slightly suffocated.

He had never seen a young man so much like a woman.

"Are you a man or a woman?" he asked, making an exception in his famously shrewd and capable manner.

Because of curiosity.

"I am the messenger of the Ethereal Valley. ”

Hongye woke up in a stupid way, and nodded in surprise at random, the voice was the joy of a long drought, and at the same time, the magnetic voice also made the face of the thin young man in front of him change slightly.

Naturally, don't answer, he heard the gender and was slightly disappointed.

"What about faith?"

The young man chuckled randomly, as if he imagined that the boy walked into this place, and he wanted to cry after being reckless.

Momiji took out a delicate jade from his bosom, and the light on it rolled, like a smart fish, swimming in it.

It is handed to the youth, as fulfilled by a great mission.

It smiled, happy, even when it noticed that the face of the person in front of it had cooled down.

"You don't even ask me who I am, and you deliver this letter to me with confidence?"

Momiji looked at the young man who had changed his face, and a faint uneasiness rose in his heart, and this expression was like trying to clean up his uncles.

"And what's your name, can you tell me?"

Heh, the young man snorted contemptuously and sneered.

"Why should I tell you?"

Momiji was in a hurry at this time, and his eyes were shining, and the tears that had not been shed before were gradually falling.

This letter is very important, and the uncles told it many times before leaving, and if something goes wrong, it must be a mistake on top of a mistake.

The young man looked at the young man and was slightly stunned, and then spoke.

"Stop, don't cry. ”

The boy stopped the tears in the cold tone of the youth, and at home, the uncles let it hold it, and it could immediately stop the tears that were about to flow.

Now it has become a habit to find that it works just as well in front of others.

The young man sighed slightly: "My name is Dick, and I am from the Rhine, so you can reply like this." ”

His lean body shrugged.

"Next time, remember to ask who is standing in front of you, and carefully explain the letter. ”

He kindly reminded.

Momiji's heart warmed, and he was moved: "Got it, thank you, brother." ”

Dick chuckled, such a young man who was not deeply involved in the world was rare in the scheming Ten Thousand Demon Peak here, almost making him mistake the letter for a fake at the moment he received the letter, until he felt undoubtedly after the temptation.

The wind and snow suddenly resumed, and Dick's body slowly annihilated, like a dream.

Momiji sighed, its broken heart, and the warmth that it wouldn't even feel at home, was actually felt in this fierce place where the snow was drifting and the cold wind was gusting.

It burst into laughter, transformed into slowly fluttering autumn leaves, and disappeared into the wind and snow.