Evil Dragon Against The Heaven

Cold winter under the warm sun, cold wind. A heavy snow has just arrived at the earth. At this time, there is still a thick layer on the ground. At first glance, the white color of the mountains and plains is everywhere. And a curled figure in gray clothes is so conspicuous in this dazzling world of white.

This is a small mountain bag, and the little boy sitting under the foot of the mountain opened his eyes. Slowly stood up. The weather is very cold, but his clothes are very thin, only a thin layer of gray coat, the clothes are not only messy, but also full of various damage. But the strange thing is that the little boy's look doesn't have a trace of the abnormal look that is frozen, but it is surprisingly dull. A pair of scorpions are like two cold ice crystals against the snow, releasing a cold wake and indifference. Rays.

He walked two steps forward and his feet fell deep into the snow. He suddenly stopped again, bent down to come, gently picked up the snow on the ground... Looking at the snow in his hand, the face of the indifferent almost invisible human expression floated a very light smile. . His smile is very good... The indifferent boy, the snowy world, the sudden smile... This is a picture that makes people feel trembled at the bottom of the heart, but no one appreciates it at this time.

He knelt down and put the snow on the ground, then took more snow and piled it up in the same position... The snow in front of him was getting higher and higher until he reached the same height as his body. He used his hands to decorate the snowdrift in front of him, and he looked quiet and focused, as if he had integrated all his thoughts into it, and no foreign things could affect him. Soon, the white snow pile has turned into a human shape. The little boy laughed again. He silently looked at the little snowman he had piled up for a long time, then carefully took out a small piece of biscuit from his body, and gently pressed the palm of his hand to make the biscuit even. Two and a half, half, put on the little snowman.

He is only ten years old this year, and one should be carefree and grow up in the love of his parents. But... at this age, who can imagine that he has been drifting away for many years, and that biscuit is the only food he has today.

He is indifferent, he rejects all the people, but in his heart, he is really eager to have a friend or partner who makes him no longer alone...but he can't find someone who can be his friend. Because, he can't believe anyone, fear, hate, hate all the things in this world... Can be his partner, only the snowman he piled up in front of him. It will accompany him, but will never harm him. Friends, there must be something to eat together.

If the snow fades here, then it will be a deserted mountain, and few people will come here. He walks without purpose every day, where there are few people, where he goes, no goals, no goals, no tomorrow, no reason to live. Just can live.

This is really a very strange boy. The emptiness and indifference that comes out of his body is almost undetectable to any of his popularity. Even the little snowman he just piled up in front of him is more real than him. sense.

The little boy bit a bit of a hard-baked biscuit in his hand, and the action was as if he was afraid that he would finish it too quickly. In addition to this slight chewing sound and the occasional wind, the world has no other sounds. Just as the breeze couldn't help but want to stop dancing, a slight footstep slammed all the empty loneliness, adding a touch of life to this cold and moving snow scene.

The little boy stopped the action of eating biscuits, and the pair of hidden cold and vigilant eyes that were completely inconsistent with age looked at the source of footsteps. The footsteps were very light, and they were very anxious and anxious. It seemed that the owner of the footsteps couldn’t wait to get to somewhere... and the footsteps were close to the position, but it was clearly where the boy was.

Separated by a long distance, the little man saw a touch that made him suddenly have a figure called "intoxication". Inexplicably, he had not saved his emotions for too long, and the heart that had been cold for too long suddenly jumped vigorously. His eyes and look were solidified, and he stared at the shadow that was close.

The smear was close, finally, he saw her body and her face... In an instant, the whole world lost its color, whether it was the pure white in the sky, the blue in the sky, and the warmth. The sun was still shining brightly, all of which turned into a pale colorlessness in the moment when the girl lifted her head, leaving her only the fascinating color.

This is a girl, a girl who is similar to a boy. At a glance, she can only see that she is only about ten years old. If she is young, she should not be alone in this place like a person who has no family and no target. However, her age is so small, but the long one is so beautiful, a beautiful thing that can't be seen in this age girl, a kind of contradictory beauty that can't be described in words!

The exquisite five senses are like ice sculptures. Under the setting of the setting sun, there is a crystal clear and sacred beauty. The corner of the mouth is a smile, with an intoxicating satisfaction, and Jing Jingjuan looks like a moon. Ying Rong's hibiscus, for her enveloped a kind of fairy scent like a misty fairy. However, when her eyelashes trembled and slowly opened her eyes, a pair of shui 瞳 潋滟 潋滟 潋滟 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳 瞳For the trepidation...cool! She is really cold, like snow and ice jade carving, especially the eyes, like a rare black pearl, clear and transparent but deep enough that you can not see the side, gaze for a long time there is a bone blood is ice The strange feeling of the seal. However, she is really charming, a kind of sacred and incomprehensible charm, a mysterious and unpredictable charm, almost a look up, a hook, can bloom infinite temptation, like a fascinating night poppy, Even if you know that you might die, you will fight for it.

Holy... cold... charm... Is this really a ten-year-old girl? Can this really happen to a ten-year-old girl?

If she has not seen her, all people will not hesitate to say "impossible", but when she sees her, all people will think that they will see a girl who may only exist in her dreams. g