Endless darkness envelops the whole world.

As if he was in a dark world where heaven and earth were full of moons and stars, becoming the only member of this world, Yunmo could only do one thing.

Sopor.

So when he was in pain all over his body, he didn't choose to wake up;

When he felt his body fluttering as if he was in the clouds, he did not choose to wake up;

When the burning pain in his body was eliminated by a cold compress, he did not choose to wake up;

And until, when a pair of gentle hands caressed his face with a trace of warmth contained in the coldness, he wanted to wake up.

But this dark world was so solid that it imprisoned the veins of his body, and locked his mind and soul. He tried hard to open the window, to look at the people outside, to see who was the one who smoothed the messy hair from his sideburns every day, who brushed his cold cheeks, and whose fingertips crossed the corners of his dry lips and wrote endless love words like poetry.

He remembered the warmth of the hands, the smell of the fingertips, the gentle movements of her feeding herself water, the sudden increase in her pulse......

He could hear her whispering in his ear, but it was so indifferent that it was handed over to the north wind in a moment, but not a word fell into his ears.

Who is she?

He desperately tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't. His body seemed to be incarnated into the universe, countless galaxies slowly circling and running, and bursts of cold breath shuttled through his body, like meteors.

It's just that the moon in this universe has never been lit up.

I don't know what year and month, he lay there silently, letting the cold breath in his body wander and hover, moistening the extremely dry veins, the tide surging from nowhere, the sea breeze whistling, the sound of the waves, it was indescribably comfortable and peaceful.

The familiar aroma swept past the tip of the nose, with a cold and smooth thin finger like a nephrite jade to open the lip flap, knock open the teeth, and the warm liquid slowly flowed into the mouth, slightly bitter, which immediately stimulated the taste buds at the base of the tongue, and a burst of sweet fragrance spread.

The cold hand withdrew softly from his mouth, wiped the corners of his lips, gently brushed his stubbled chin, his towering Adam's apple, wiped the water stains on it, and although somehow there was a tide that immediately surged up and wet those places, the hand seemed to be tired of wiping and drying over and over again.

Suddenly, a murmur receded into the distance with the tide, and he tried his best to prop up his ears, but he intercepted the remaining words in the wind: "...... Actually, I don't know what to think...... I don't think I'm ...... anymore."

The tone is so familiar. Yunmo didn't know where the strength came from, and his right hand suddenly broke out of the dense softness, and pressed that hand tightly, stopping on his cheek.

The cold slender hand in the palm of his hand suddenly became hot, twisting and struggling with all his might, trying to shake off the confines of his big hand - like a frightened little fish.

"Uh-huh~" His nose and throat let out an unconscious sound, and his head tilted to that side, half-leaning on the palm of the slender hand. After struggling for a moment, the hand stopped moving, and even the slight tremor disappeared, but it just cushioned his head steadily, not moving the slightest.

The warm wind brought refreshing moisture, and Yunmo twitched his nose and tilted it on the slender hand, and the five fingers of his right hand flicked lightly, playing a relaxing movement on the delicate skin. With each tentacle, the jade hand, which was already extremely warm, would be slight, and it was a tremor from the heart that reached the soul and resonated on Yunmo's cheeks.

"Senior Sister Lu......" seemed to be an unconscious dream, but the owner of that hand jumped back, seeing that his head was tilted to one side because he had lost support, and hurriedly handed over the soft little hand that was already as hot as a boiled shrimp to gently support his head.

"Knock knock knock!" The rapid drum beat, whose heartbeat is suddenly speeding up?

"Your pulse is beating so fast. No one paid attention to the corners of his mouth: "What are you nervous about, Lu~Teacher~Sister~"

"Ahhh......h Senior Brother Yun, you're awake!"

"Poof!" chuckled, although his eyes were closed, Yunmo could still imagine how frightened and blushing Lu Xueqi was. His eyes suddenly turned over the scenes between the two, but he was surprised to find that Lu Xueqi and Fairy Lu, who were as cold as frost in front of outsiders, were always at a disadvantage in front of him, he thought he was easy-going, but he always restrained her silently. Thinking about it carefully, her Frost Queen's aura had never taken effect in front of him, not once!

Between him and her, there always seems to be a faint tacit understanding, with ambiguous powder, but it seems to have a blue between brother and sister. However, it is this ambiguity that has become a fetter and an obstacle for the two

What exists between them is not only Zhang Xiaofan and Baguio, but also themselves who are shaken left and right and can't see their hearts clearly.

But now, after so many things have happened, the mood of the two has changed.

After the vicissitudes of the sea, what is the same thing?

Both of them had answers.

At some point, the hand left his cheek and became entangled with the five fingers of his right hand, as if it was about to be tied into a knot and refused to separate.

She slowly spit out a soft voice like Lan Fangxin: "I'm here to find the West Sea." ”

"Huh?" Yunmo raised her eyebrows, and there was an incredible guess in her heart, but it was in line with her surname.

"I found out that the ancestor recorded that the origin of the Tianya Divine Sword came from the land of the West Sea in the Arctic Ice Sheet - after arriving here, I learned that the West Sea was actually the legendary West Queen Mother Tianchi - I wanted to find another piece of the same material here to re-quench it, or wash the sword in this West Sea. ”

"Wash the sword?"

"Tianya has been passed down for thousands of years, and it has already contained too many emotions of the previous owner, and sometimes it will affect my own ...... My own feelings. When she said this, her voice trembled slightly, as if she thought of some memory that she didn't want to recall, but that tremor was quickly suppressed by her, and her crisp voice finally became categorical: "So I want to re-refine it and cut off all the fetters of the past!"

Her words were so resolute, as if she was not only talking about Tianya Divine Sword, but also the inexplicable self from the past!

Feeling the heat from the palm of his hand, as well as the resoluteness of the clenched hand, Yunmo was excited, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by a metal sound with sore teeth as sharp as a broken pot scraping a shovel: "Little girl doesn't know what to do, this sword is full of spiritual surnames, and is about to give birth to consciousness, I wasted all my strength to help her conceive the sword spirit yuan, she didn't appreciate it, and she had to wash it off!"

"Nosy old man!"

With an angry curse in his heart, Yunmo suddenly opened his eyes!

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At this point, the circle is finally back, although there are many flaws, but in the end it is an explanation, and you can barely look at it.