"If Mantianxue was created by me, but I ca n’t cultivate. If the world is full of snow, then the picture must be particularly beautiful. By that time, the magic of this world will no longer exist. I don't know if I can see that picture, young man, I will give you the snow, I hope you can be luckier than me, you can see the glorious scene of the snow. "

The old, expectant voice of the old man sounded again in the ear of His Holiness Guiyuan.

The sound that made him excited and longed for at the time, but at this moment it became a magic sound, making him crazy.

He fluttered the rising snowflakes from her, but before they touched them, the snowflakes scattered.

This snow-flooding method can purify the demon into snowflakes and fly away, and when the last piece of snowflakes dissipates, the so-called demons will disappear.

Like the old man, he thought that the snowy sky must be particularly beautiful.

But now, he looks at this picture, how crazy!

"Little song, little song!" He yelled wildly, tears in his face: "small song!"

He held the person tightly and tightly in his arms, and his hand was as if he was going to inlay her into his own flesh.

As soon as he thought about it, the ice covered the two people one by one.

His tears were even frozen on his face, but he didn't notice it.

He tried to ease her condition in this way.

His forehead was against Yan Song's forehead, trying to pour all of his cultivation into her body.

However, it does not help.

The person in his arms was just a blink of an eye, and it became a snowflake rising up in the sky and then dissipating.

There was nothing left in the empty space in his hands, and even the blood on the ground that belonged to her became snow flakes.

"The last snowflake dissipates, and the demon is gone!"

...

These words sounded over and over in his knowledge of the sea, and he.

He stood still, still holding her, motionless.

It seems that at this moment, the spirit is falling away himself.

What remains today is just a shell.

Time has frozen, and the whole room seems to have not changed.

The man standing in the room seemed to have turned into stone.

In the courtyard, the red plum tree flowers bloomed and melted after the snow drifted in the sky.

Sunrise and sunset, spring to winter ...

So many times, I don't know how many spring and autumn.

The man in the room finally moved.

His eyelashes trembled, but the tears in his eyes did not shed.

Slowly retract the hand that was still embracing, squat down, pick up the mud doll left by her on the ground, and take the most important thing in the palm of your hand to look.

It is a mud puppet animal, such an animal has never been seen before.

It must have been pinched by herself.

He wrapped the clay puppet carefully with a papa and put it in his arms.

This is her, the only thing left for him.

He turned and walked towards the door.

Outside the house, a snow-white world came into view.

The snow had piled up more than a foot thick, and the whole world seemed to be white.

He landed in the snow, step by step.

Red clothes flew up with the snow.

Long road, Yu Yu alone!

His blush and the row of lonely footprints behind him were gradually wrapped in snow and snow and seemed to melt into this snowy world.

The snow was so big, but in his ears, there seemed to be her flirtatious laughter.

"Saburo, when I was young, I was most envious of those who were able to cultivate immortals. I dreamed of the beautiful pictures of those who practiced ascension. When Saburo was soaring, it must have been particularly beautiful ..."

But Xiaoge, I can't do it!