[Net King] Dawn of the night

"Keep those words in the track of time; when the years are lost and we meet the past by chance, can we still hum the melody of youth..."

--Inscription

Six years later.

In the depths of Changbai Mountain in China, in a snow-capped mountain depression, there are occasionally one or two sounds of reading from among the sparse wooden and stone buildings.

On the snow in front of the building stood a girl under 20 years old.

Seen from behind, the girl has moon-white knee-length hair, slightly curly hair, and a thin white robe with fur trim. She has a slender figure and looks like a fairy.

Viewed from the front, the girl's skin is as creamy and fair; her eyebrows are as distant as mountains, clear and thin; her lips are as pink as peaches, delicate and alluring; The smile is not a smile, and it is as cold as ice when viewed up close.Like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world by mistake, she is so beautiful that she can't eat the fireworks in the world.

I don't know how long I stood there, a little boy suddenly turned out from behind the room on the left, and rushed to the girl in a hurry.

"Sister Bingling! The flowers and trees in the back mountain are all buried by heavy snow!"

The girl was stunned for a moment, and immediately ran towards the back hill.

Outside the living area, the snow in the snow field is slightly thicker.The girl walked seven to eighty meters with one foot deep and one shallow foot, and saw the branches broken by the snow and the flowers and plants without traces.

The girl panted, and pinched a formula with her slender fingers crossed on her chest. The snowflakes around her were melting quickly, and the icy air gradually melted away.

But in four to five minutes, the snow field with a radius of one mile gradually revealed its original appearance.The dark brown soil is covered with various kinds of flowers and trees, and even some rare bluegrasses are among them.

It's just that at this time, all the plants in this area are lifeless, the branches and leaves have turned black and gray, and even the roots can't be kept in the soil, and they are exposed one by one.

First, it was frozen overnight, and then the soil was suddenly soaked by a large amount of melted snow, and the roots that were not deep in the ground were suddenly exposed to the ground, completely damaged, and could no longer survive.

The girl's face was a little pale, and her body was a little unsteady.

"Big Sister Bingling?" The little boy who followed walked over and carefully grabbed the girl's arm, lest she might fall.

"Still...can't you?" The girl murmured twice, and finally fell down, leaving only the little boy shouting nervously.

In the exquisite and sturdy wooden and stone house, on a hot kang covered with animal skins and quilts, the pale girl was lifted up, and she woke up slowly after being fed two bowls of ginger soup.

What came into view was a beautiful woman in her 20s, with dark green pupils; unpainted but dark eyebrows, unpainted but red lips; bright eyes and white teeth, and a straight nose.She is a bit more lively and bright than the girl on the bed, and also a bit more popular, unlike the girl on the bed who is not so worldly.

"Sister Xueji..." the girl on the bed murmured, and gently closed her eyes.

Xue Ji sighed, put the bowl aside, then sat back on the bed and said: "When Zhui Sheng comes back, he will find a way to help you save those flowers, don't waste your spiritual power .”

The heavy wooden door rang, and a young man in a black coat came in: "How is she?"

"It's still the same." Xue Ji stood up and helped the young man take off the heavy cotton coat, "Really, I don't know if it's right or not..."

The man sighed: "Don't worry about it, Zhuisheng has his own measure."

Xue Ji shrugged her shoulders: "I don't think I can control it, Bingling is in this state, it won't last long outside the Snow Valley."

"You, you should take care of yourself. You are pregnant with our child now, and you can't move your spiritual power at all. In my opinion, I should really guard you 24 hours a day."

Xue Ji blushed a little: "I'm fine." After a pause, Xue Ji looked at the closed door, "Is it snowing again?"

"Ah, it will take about seven or eight days to stop." Xuegu is located in the extreme north of China, between 30°-40° north latitude, and it is also in the snow-capped mountains. It is common sense that there is heavy snow all year round. It’s very hard every time I go out.” After saying this, the man sat beside the stove and fell silent, as if he didn’t want to say more.

Xue Ji turned her eyes to glance at Bing Ling who was silently watching the man on the bed, and sighed quietly.

"Yingguang, you can live in Zhuisheng's house today. I live with Bingling so that I can take care of her conveniently."

Ying Guang frowned, and there was a hint of hesitation on his face, which was very similar to someone.

"...I can take good care of myself." Bing Ling tried her best to support herself, and said with a white face, "Sister Xueji is pregnant with a baby, brother Yingguang must be very careful. I won't bother you here."

Xue Ji hurried over to support Bing Ling: "What nonsense are you talking about!" Pretending to be angry, she patted Bing Ling's forehead, "If you hadn't tried your best to save me, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Today's Xue Ji was reborn as a clone of Fei Yong Qianye six years ago.

But today's Bingling is exactly the Feiyong Qianye of six years ago—he has regained Bingling's appearance and identity, but he has forgotten all the past.

Six years ago, Xue Ji got the second painting from Fei Yong Yuanyi, recovered all her spiritual power, and took away the spirit of Yingguang from Tezuka's body at the moment it turned into white light, and it took three years Time to reshape the real body for Yingguang, allowing him to restore the entity.

Zhui Shenghua lost all his cultivation and used his own flesh and blood as a guide to reunite the broken ice spirit, reawakened the sleeping ice spirit, and made her memory only stay in the time when she first took human form 2000 years ago.

Maybe it was because he loved too deeply, maybe he was unwilling to let go, maybe it was unbearable to live without that girl. This time, Zhuisheng almost gave up everything, just for her to be with him for the rest of his life.

After all, it's just self-deception.

Bing Ling, who woke up a year ago, had an inexplicable sense of familiarity when she saw Ying Guang for the first time. Although she couldn't remember anything from six years ago, every time she looked at Ying Guang, she felt inexplicably absent-minded.

Constantly planting flowers and plants in the snow valley, especially the orchid species that are difficult to survive in cold places, Bing Ling is almost obstinate in wanting to see the blooming orchids.

It is very difficult to find a warm place to plant flowers and plants in Snow Valley, but if you want to prop up an enchantment to plant, it is not a problem.It's just that Bing Ling's spiritual body is weak now, and his spiritual power has retreated so badly that he can't maintain a barrier for a long time at all.

Xue Ji is pregnant and cannot use her spiritual power.

Both Yingguang and Zhuisheng have no spiritual power, so they can't help much at this time.

Xue Guzi, who was the only one who could help, completely ignored their pleas for help, and had never interacted with them. Although he lived in Xuegu together, he was like an enemy, and seemed to carry out the old saying that he would never communicate with each other until the end.

That's why today's Bingling passed out due to exhaustion of spiritual power.

Bing Ling finally returned to her own room.

She was afraid of the feeling of facing win light.It seemed that something very important was gradually disappearing from her life, bit by bit, she couldn't grasp it, couldn't touch it, and she couldn't even see what it was.

It was lonely and cold.In the dream, his brows were tightly locked, restless and trembling.

Before dawn the next day, Bing Ling stood up frowning.

The muddled dream, the road that cannot be seen clearly, and the exhaustion all night.

Slowly opened the thick door, the snow outside was still drifting wantonly, and a figure gradually appeared on the snow mountain in the distance.

As the black figure approached, it gradually awakened Bing Ling's confused consciousness.

The pictures flowed, and there was once a young man standing in front of her so abruptly on the endlessly flowing street.

"Tezuka Kunimitsu, Seigaku 2nd year 1st group, please give me your advice."

——Such a quiet voice, such a familiar voice, such a memorable picture...

--who is it?Who is Tezuka Kunimitsu?Why do I remember his name?When did we meet?what happened to usWhy can't I remember?

Bing Ling hugged her head, and slowly squatted down.

Something seemed to be shattered in his mind, and the sudden pain was filled with indescribable despair and sadness, which made Bing Ling's delicate body tremble in the heavy snow.

The shadow on the snow-capped mountains is approaching, with deep longing in exhaustion.

"Ling'er, I'm back." The visitor carefully hugged Bing Ling's trembling body, held her face in his hands, stared at her with deep thoughts, "I brought you back orchids."

He took out a palm-sized glass vessel from his bosom, and inside the crimson finely divided soil stood a bluegrass with pure white flowers.

Thin and strong, blooming with its own beauty.

"No...it's not like that." Bing Ling murmured softly, her brows were furrowed deeply, she hugged her head with her slender palms, and kept murmuring, "It's not like that...it's green...green petals; hand..."

Very beautiful, but there are faint calluses on the palms, very strong and warm hands.

The expression of the visitor gradually condensed, and the black eyes were filled with strong wind and rain, as if it would explode in the next second.

Finally, it turned into a sigh.

"I'll buy it for you when you're in better health." The visitor tried his best to speak softly, gently lifted Bing Ling's body, and carried her back to the house by the waist.

This person is Coni Sheng Ye Yan who has lost all his cultivation.

Put Bingling on the bed, Zhuisheng wrapped the warm soup in cotton cloth and put it in Bingling's arms: "Have you been running around these days? Look at your face, have you done something 'bad'? ?”

"I want... to go out and have a look." Bing Ling carefully leaned on Zhui Sheng's lap, her cheek resting on his lap, and said softly, confused but determined, "I want to find someone."

"...Who?" Zhui Sheng stopped stroking Bing Ling's long hair, and his tone raised a little unconsciously.

"Tezuka... Kunimitsu."

The atmosphere condensed instantly, and there was a suffocating silence in the air.

"...There is no such person." Zhui Sheng's voice was blunt and cold, and his slender five fingers trembled subconsciously.

"You lied to me." Bing Ling didn't seem to be aware of what a thrilling sentence she said, but she just said softly on her lap, "I know there is this person, his name is Tezuka Kunimitsu. I think Find him and let him tell me what happened."

"I said there is no such person." Zhui Sheng's voice had begun to growl in anger.

Bing Ling raised her head slightly in surprise, and looked at the gloomy Zhui Sheng with suspicious eyes: "...Brother Zhui Sheng?" Seemingly not understanding why he was so angry, Bing Ling moved closer to him, "I just think I should Knowing him, I wonder what the hell happened to me... If this is 2000 years later, why don't I have a shred of memory? Or am I forgetting something?"

Zhui Sheng suddenly pulled Bing Ling into his arms, and hugged her tightly: "You don't need to know what those memories are, you just need to stay by my side, you don't have to do anything, just stay with me." Panting slightly, her lips subconsciously lingered on Bing Ling's ears, and immediately kissed her uncontrollably.

Bing Ling struggled a bit, but Zhui Sheng hugged her even tighter, and the kiss moved to her lips.

"Hmm...Brother Zhuisheng?" Finally able to take a breath, Bing Ling was slightly anxious, "What are you doing? Let me go...Brother Zhuisheng."

Unmoved, Zhui Sheng pushed Bing Ling down on the bed, lifted her clothes and kissed her hard.

Bing Ling's robe was loose and soft, and most of it was torn off with just one tug.Cone lay between Bing Ling's neck and moved down a little bit, when he kissed her chest, he stretched out his hand to cover her soft breast and rubbed it a little bit.

Bing Ling groaned in pain, and reached out to grab Zhui Sheng's big hand.

"open!"

Bing Ling shouted coldly and decisively, both of them were stunned at the same time.

Bing Ling would not speak in such a cold tone, nor did she have such a decisive aura.

At this moment, Bing Ling seemed to have turned into Fei Yong Qianye from six years ago, with a murderous aura and deep hatred.

Zhui Sheng stared at the face close to him, staring at him fiercely with strange yet familiar eyes, the intense hatred almost broke his heart into ice.

"...Xiao Ye." Zhui Sheng murmured, lowered his head and covered Bing Ling's cool lips, and after tossing and turning, he got up slightly and said, "Don't hate me." No matter how unwilling and emotional, I still can't face you who are full of hatred. satisfied eyes.Zhui Sheng staggered out the door, his back was lonely and desolate.

I tried my best to keep you, but you still ruthlessly pushed me away.You are so ruthless and so passionate.

Ruthlessness is left to everyone who loves you, but passion is only for Tezuka Kunimitsu—how can you not hate, how can you not hurt, but in the end you can only bear it silently, and then... let go slowly.