It turns out that I am the white moonlight of the cold boss [Rebirth]

With a slight tug, the rope is completely broken.

Qiu Lan felt a little guilty, looked left and right, saw no one, leaned over to put the kitten lantern into the stall owner's bag.

His gaze froze suddenly, the light of the burning fire dragon flickered, reflecting the two shadows under his feet.

The figure was much taller than him, Qiu Lan didn't dare to move, her hands tightly pinched the lantern kitten's ears, her heart was beating very fast.

I'm afraid it's going to break.

The man stood behind him, a pair of powerful arms unexpectedly encircled him from behind, his head was close, his breathing was obviously hot, but the lips pressed against the back of Qiu Lan's neck were dry and cold.

Man is a contradictory existence.

Qiu Lan didn't struggle, feeling the strong and strong body of the person behind him tightly against his back, he lowered his gaze, watching the man's slender fingers with well-articulated joints slowly and firmly grab his hand, saving the suffering kitten.

"Do you like cats?" the man asked.

With a deep voice, accompanied by the faint heat, Qiu Lan felt a numbness in the back of his neck, and his whole body trembled inexplicably. He resisted the urge to run away, and said with trembling lips, "I don't like it."

The moment the voice fell, he felt a murderous intent from behind, stabbing at him like a sharp sword without any concealment.

His legs softened in an instant, and he didn't know what he was relying on to keep himself from kneeling directly on the ground.

The person behind him suddenly forcibly broke Qiu Lan's tightly held palms, and stuffed the cat into his hand. The hand that touched him was colder than a cat made of jade. Qiu Lan's wrist was weak, and she took the cat obediently. paw.

"Then learn to like it." The man said.

The people behind left, just as silently as when Tathagata came, Qiu Lan didn't even have the courage to turn back, and collapsed to the ground all of a sudden, his mind was full of one thought and crazily clamoring.

He wants to leave the Snow Clan.

He wants to leave the snow field!

"Shen Yucheng!"

Qiu Lan trembled all over, raised her head, and saw Fu Ling running towards him with two children.

He looked up and down nervously, before he breathed a sigh of relief: "Why are you here? You disappeared as soon as I turned my head, and I was so worried."

Qiu Lan gently put the kitten lantern on the ground, before his rapid heartbeat slowed down, he stood up and explained: "I'm sorry, I was scattered by the crowd."

Yi Zheng also leaned over, with worry hidden in his almond eyes, he stretched out his hands for a hug.

Qiu Lan looked at the face that looked so much like Yi Guixue's, her pupils shrank, and she forced a smile, "I'm a little tired, I can't hold His Highness anymore, His Highness can walk by himself?"

Yi Zheng withdrew his hands a little disappointed, but didn't make a fuss, and wanted to hold Qiu Lan's hand again.

Afraid that he would notice something, Qiu Lan didn't refuse this time, her expression was a little stiff, and she took that hand that was as cold as Yi Guixue's into her palm.

Fu Ling had a big heart and didn't notice the difference in Qiu Lan at all, so she said excitedly: "Let's go to the top of the mountain quickly, the worship ceremony is about to begin."

Qiu Lan felt a "thud" in her heart, resisting from the bottom of her heart, the words of refusal had already reached her lips, but seeing the expectant eyes of Fu Ling and Yuning, she silently swallowed them back.

He didn't want to spoil the interest of the three of them because of himself.

So he dragged Yi Zheng in a daze, and followed Fu Ling step by step towards the mountain where the fire dragon was burning, and the loud shouts of the crowd could be heard from a distance.

Fuling grabs Qiulan's other hand. Fuling's hand is warm, with the bloody vigor unique to young people. Qiulan wants to pull it out but feels it is too deliberate, so Fuling half-pulls her into the crowd.

The flames of the fire dragon suddenly rose sharply, and the surrounding Snow Clan knelt on the ground devoutly in an instant, and the whole mountain became quiet, except for the "crackling" sound of the flames burning.

Qiu Lan also knelt down. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and comforted himself. Although the Zhanhua Festival had a worship ceremony, it was only the statue of the snow god, and the real Yi Guixue would not come to join in the fun.

However, at this time, the direction from the top of the mountain suddenly boiled again, and the atmosphere was obviously frenzied.

"The king is coming!"

"The Snow God has come!"

Fuling was so happy that she was about to dance: "This is the first time the king has come to the Zhanhua Festival. Fortunately, we are here. The king will definitely pray for blessings."

The surrounding cheers can instantly deafen people.

Qiu Lan was already a little numb. He wiped off the snowflakes attached to his eyelashes, felt chills all over, and uncontrollably squeezed along the crowd to the top of the mountain.

When he was about to reach the top of the mountain, on the high altar, Qiu Lan caught the tall figure at a glance. Yi Guixue's silver hair was still casually loose, and he was not wearing fancy clothes, only a solemn white robe. Leng was able to stand out from the crowd of well-dressed Snow Clan.

This is the god of the entire Snow Clan, just standing there can surpass everything in the world.

All the Snow Clan knelt down and shouted enthusiastically: "The king is holy, the king is holy, the king is holy..."

This exposed passion can burn whole mountains alive.

Yi Guixue raised an arm, the palm of her hand flashed with brilliance, and there was an extra delicate white umbrella, and at the end of each umbrella rib, there were delicate snowflakes.

Seeing this scene, the Snow Clan became even more excited, and shouted blushingly, without the restraint they used to hold: "Thank you for the gift, thank you for the gift..."

That umbrella is Yi Guixue's talisman - I don't know Xue.

Qiu Lan looked at Yi Guixue subconsciously with unclear eyes, and saw that he was holding Yi Guixue away with one hand, she suddenly turned her head, her gaze pierced through the crowd, as if she was actually fixed on herself.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze, the voices of the surrounding crowd were blocked out, only the two of them were left in the whole world, and those pair of deep and endless eyes remained.

Qiu Lan was like a prey stared at by a carnivore, her whole body was weak, and she just wanted to use her last strength to escape.

Why did Yi Guixue want to kill him?

Did he recognize himself and prepare to settle the old score that he took advantage of him that day?

Just now in the lantern stall, although she didn't look back from the beginning to the end, Qiu Lan smelled the smell of cedar at the first moment that the man hugged her, lingering at the tip of her nose arrogantly and unreasonably.

Just like what its owner did, with undisguised murderous intent, is it because he is sure that he can't escape at all?

Yi Guixue moved her fingers at will, and she didn't know that the snow turned and flew into the air, and it was shining brightly for a moment, and the wind was strong, and large snowflakes fell from the top of the mountain like goose feathers, dancing with the wind, reflecting each other with the sparks of the fire dragon, forming a beautiful scene. Shocking picture.

When those snowflakes gently fell on her body, Qiu Lan felt a stream of warm light disappearing from her body, making her feel so comfortable that she wanted to lie down on the spot.

The crowd shouted again: "Thank God for the gift, thank God for the gift, thank God for the gift..."

It turns out that this is the blessing of the Snow God. It turns out that the blessing of the Snow God is different from the cold Snow God, it is warm.

After Qiu Lan endured the warm snowflakes in a trance, the body of the human race is not as strong as that of the snow race, and such a mellow power of blessing is more difficult to absorb, which makes his whole life mentally exhausted. When he looked up again, the snowflakes had all fallen. Most of the crowd dispersed.

Yi Zheng shook his hand: "Shen Yucheng, why are you asleep?" His tone was dissatisfied, but his eyes were worried.

Qiu Lan is immersed in a state of drunkenness, her mind and body seem to be divided into two parts, one part shouts to run away, while the other part is reluctant to part with the blessing from Yi Guixue, very nostalgic.

He shook his head confusedly: "I'm fine."

They followed the crowd slowly down the hill, and when they were approaching the magnificent white palace, Qiu Lan suddenly stopped in her tracks.

It was like waking up from a dream.

Feixue Palace stood quietly in the middle of Frostfall, solemn and solemn, but to him, it was no different from a man-eating beast, and the owner there was Yi Guixue who wanted to kill him.

Fu Ling tilted her head suspiciously: "If you don't go back, it will be too late."

Qiu Lan forced a smile: "I want to buy some gifts for my human friends, but I just forgot, you go back first."

Yi Zheng didn't let go: "I want to go with you."

It was rare for Qiu Lan to show a serious look to him, with an annoyed face: "It's so late, Your Highness promised me to go to bed early every day, how can a man keep his words?"

Yi Zheng drooped his eyes, and entered the outer palace gate aggrieved.

Qiu Lan hurriedly stopped Fu Ling who was still about to speak: "Hurry up and send His Highness and Yuning back."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Fu Ling to speak, she turned around and walked steadily towards the market.

Leaving a series of shallow footprints, running in the opposite direction.