This is the brightest time of the year.
Even dark clouds can’t hide the bright colors of snow.
The branches of trees in the East Pole are piled with falling snow.
Hui Jue was so cold that he lit a firewood in the tree. He wrapped peaches and bought thick cotton-padded jackets from the slave market and watched her enter the room.
"It’s not good to show your teeth but not your claws."
If I thought the girl was a fierce ghost when I first met her, Hui Jue would have thoroughly understood her sex after getting along with her for several years.
Fierce is to look at the actual "beating" in her mouth is to pull her ears and pinch her face, even if she is annoyed, she will be kicked more.
"She’s bluffing," said Hui-jue, baking her frozen hands by the campfire. "What are you doing?"
The nangongshan dust quiet for a long time suddenly got up and walked to the hut.
Taotao is asleep. He is in front of the bed.
Fine snow fluttered on withered peach trees outside the broken window.
The peach tree came back from the slave market that day, and he moved from the wasteland to a thin peach tree, which was still half dead after being pollinated.
Hui-jue followed him in and saw a white mark on his hand.
He knew that this technique was brought by the Temple of the Ghost King, and he had consulted Nangong Dust for months.
-the performer can spy on people’s memories through this technique.
Hui-jue said, "Do you really want to see it?"
Over the years, he has never fought with Nangong Dust, and he never knows how hard he has cultivated.
At this time, Hui Jue was stunned by the majestic breath of his body.
The nangongshan dust action answer his finger gently on the girl’s forehead.
In an instant, his soul wandered in the sea of girls’ memories.
The sea, as she said, she did lose her memory
Tens of millions of memory balls are suspended around us, and there are Nangong dust and Huijue figures in them.
A few balls of light are gorgeous, not wild, but the night view of the warden is blurred, and the people and scenery inside are all unclear.
There is a deep road connecting the deep sea behind the distant fog in the quiet sea.
Nangong dust treads that road
The deeper you go, the thicker the fog becomes, covering the floating peach memory ball on the sea surface.
He pushed through the thick fog and walked slowly and firmly on the wet path.
Behind the fog, a mountain-like stone statue stands in the deep sea of her soul.
-that’s a man’s face.
Clear eyebrows and pale eyes, like distant peaks, like stars and fog, like fallen immortals, beautiful faces are hard to describe.
In the sea of memory, huge waves surge and water mist is monstrous.
Those fuzzy memory balls surfaced and were overturned by the waves and fell to the bottom of the water.
And that portrait was repeatedly slapped by the waves, but it remained motionless and firmly stuck to the sea.
There is no life in the stone statue, but when the Nangong dust set foot here, it bowed its head and stared at him.
Nangong dust looks up at the stone statue. In front of it, he is as small as a bright moon and a speck of dust in the sea.
……
Taotao woke up.
Nangong Chen didn’t take the threat before going to bed last night seriously and still did his own thing in silence.
Taotao got up early to sweep the snow in front of the house. She deliberately walked around in front of him with a broom, but he still ignored her.
She was so angry that she dropped the broom and broke a peach branch and threw it to him. "Then!"
"I have never seen you such a stingy monster!" She angrily said, "I don’t want the firefly lamp to compensate you. What are you angry about?" Forget it, whatever you’re angry about. Now get up and have a good fight with me. If I win, you will give me a good talk today. "
"What if you lose?" Hui Jue was wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket by the water tank. He broke the fish in the floating ice tank and jumped into the water.
"I cannot lose!" Taotao’s beautiful eyebrows raised. "When have I lost these years?"
Hui-jue smiled slyly. "How about losing?"
Taotao said with a big grin, "Whatever."
She turned to look at the young "the nangongshan dust what do you want …"
Before she finished, Nangong Dust picked up the peach branches she threw.
The cold wind blows hard and pours into the robe, and it’s shivering in cotton-padded clothes.
But Hui-jue didn’t come into the room, but picked up a pile of firewood at the place and took out the sweet potatoes buried in the cellar before winter.
Huijue threw the sweet potato into the fire to watch the sword shadow fly and raise the fine snow.
Peach branches in peach hands are easily blocked by Nangong dust for the first time. "How did you …"
In the past, it was difficult to win swords, but I never lost. Now, how did these swords fall into the wind?
Huijue rubbed his hands and roasted the sweet potato in the firewood. "How many years have you been out of the sword? He told you to lose this time, didn’t he?"
Taotao bounced off the peach branches and brushed them in the snow, raising fine snow and brushing her robes and skirts and waving her hair.
There was a subtle color in her clever eyes, and she didn’t regress because of the wind.
Her waist is flexible and her posture is light, and she leaps towards the Nangong dust.
The teenager’s robe was blown by the wind in the snow, but he did not move.
Peach swords and shadows fall all over the sky, and fine snow is jumbled
The peach branches in his hand gently waved in the air to pick up the sky wind.
The fine snow that covered the perception dissipated from the front, but the girl disappeared.
A wisp of faint fragrance floated on its own back, and the peach branches in Nangong dust’s hands leaned back. At the same time, the soft and sweet lips printed on his cheek.
He is still.
In an instant, the peach branches were taken away.
Taotao is as clear as a spring, and the sound is in the ear. "You lost."