Lanshan Snow

The pillow filled with cold bird feathers was unbelievably fluffy, and when pressed against it, it formed a deep arc.Qiu Bodeng's delicate face was sunken in it, the cheeks, the corners of the eyes, and the corners of the lips were all red, the eyelashes wet with tears were touching each other, and the flowing black hair was scattered on the washed pillow.

Because they accidentally knocked over the copper basin full of blood and made a fool of themselves, none of the rugs, quilts or even pillows survived.

I can only say, luckily...

Fortunately, the power of the Thule wizard was unexpectedly easy to use in dealing with these.

At least ordinary people can't easily collect snow like him, and then melt it into steaming hot water, and then use the peak wind control ability to dry the soaked blankets, quilts, etc. in an instant... the one who died in an avalanche Those enemies, seeing him doing this, probably have something to say.

The pillow surface is concave.

The Thule wizard returned after dimming the fire.

He turned sideways, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he embraced the drowsy young master into his arms in the most intimate way-chin resting on the top of his head, hands clasped under the quilt, fingertips squeezed into fingertips, fingertips Close to the palm... The boy's hand rested limply between his fingers.

The familiar breath fell to the ear, the young master frowned, mumbled, and complained.

...Why are you still going crazy?

Too much.

Get him out tomorrow.

It's a pity that the young master was extremely sleepy and exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to scratch him with his fingertips to protest, let alone let him go out... Fortunately, Wizard Thule didn't do anything other than go too far Others, probably just some kind of habit like beasts like to fix their partners in their arms.

To a certain extent, this also gave the young master a sense of security that he was ashamed to admit.

So he only grunted twice symbolically, and let the man lock himself up.

It's a bit strange.

The young master, who was born in the first family in Dongzhou, should not feel insecure, but it is true... He had to light a night lamp to fall asleep, and the maid had to sew a lot of calming herbal leaves into his pillow.Before arriving at the snow field, he dreamed day after day.

He was dreaming again.

The wind flows under your feet.

The child sat on a high branch, so high that he could catch a wisp of cloud with his hand.

The conch shells hanging by the side were blown by the wind, whistling, whirring, and the sound of the tide gushed out one after another, and the rustling leaves sounded together with the sound of the tide.The red leaves all over the branches are shaking, who said they can't move or laugh?They should really take a good look.

A beautiful kestrel rests on the child's shoulder.

It turns its head.

Curiously, he pecked at the conch hanging on the top of the tree.

It was a very beautiful big conch, about the size of a snare drum, with star-like spots all over the light white background, and radial protrusions.

The child found it under Wuwang Cliff in Nanming.It is said that the sea people use it as a horn, and when they blow it, there will be a long "whooping" sound. The sound can penetrate the wide sea surface. Return to Hong Kong.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

The kestrel pecked a few times and was whipped by the maple branch.

It flew up in shock, landed on the child's shoulder, and kept tweeting.

It is probably accusing him, obviously it also has a share of the credit, why the gift does not have its share?

The child had to preen its feathers compensatingly.

After combing until it was satisfied, the child raised his hand and stretched out to the sky.

Vibrate.

The kestrel spread its wings and slid lightly into the wind. The curved feathers and slender and beautiful tail swirled and turned into an incredibly beautiful arc.It's a showy guy, but it does fly the best, with the sun shining on its back like a morning glow.

The whole red maple forest is applauding for it.

A group of opposite red leaves is a pair of passionate palms.

The child wanted to clap along with him, but he couldn't lift his hand.

The kestrel hovers high in the sky, unscrupulously revealing the secrets of flight to its trusted children, from the arc of each feather, to the angle of each rise and fall.

... Kestrel, kestrel, you are such a fool.

"I found a nice place for you." He didn't dare to look, so he lowered his head and asked the red maple tree, "It's just a little cold... I mean, do you like watching snow?"

rustling.

rustling.

Old Hongfeng didn't answer.

It collapsed with a crash, bleeding juices.

The huge and hard tree trunk was broken, palm-like leaves were flying all over the sky, and a red leaf was a bloody palm print... One after another, dark mahogany kites soared into the sky from the maple forest, no! ...Pieces of forest seas crashed down, no! ...Pieces of flames fell towards the snow field, no!

Do not!

No no no no no no no...

The tide of battle flags pushed across the horizon, burning the snow-capped fields from the sky.

Frenzy, flames, whirlwind.

Crashed airship.

Deep ravines opened in the earth, spewing lava of crime and punishment.

……

The boy's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he arched his back, instinctively wanting to shrink himself into a ball.

The Thule wizard, who was not asleep, immediately noticed his abnormality.

He didn't know what Qiu Bodeng had dreamed about, but he tightened his arms and pressed the person into his arms tightly based on intuition. The bones and muscles formed an indestructible frame, nailing him, immobilizing him, strong and powerful His heartbeat resonated in his chest... Asavind, Ayjana, Aysi Blackmail.

Low-pitched Hoomai walks through the sea of ​​fire.

The raging flames were split, swept up, and suppressed.

Like someone standing in a big fire, he opened his arms suddenly.

... Asawind, Asawind, Asawind.

Asawind!

Qiu Bodeng suddenly opened his eyes.

"...Adawinde, Duoyichama, Hugtag's place." The man leaned against his head, his voice was low, the heartbeat transmitted through the flesh and bones was extremely steady, and the clasped fingers seemed to be made of fine iron Welding and Casting, "Adawind, Mori Ratu, Huge Taige Jiangga."

The boy relaxed slowly.

The dancing flames scorched his blurred vision.

"Arlan?"

Wizard Thule asked in a low voice.

Qiu Bodeng shook his head.

Wizard Tule gently rubbed the end of his wet eyes with his fingertips, wiping away the silent tears that overflowed from his dream.When he didn't speak, Wizard Thule stretched out his hand to let him rest in his arms... The breath like a snowstorm enveloped Qiu Bodeng completely, pervasive and extremely oppressive.

It seemed that every bone and every tendon had been infected by the other party.It is a tightly encircling posture, which cannot be overstated.

The one who was circled was the young master.

But he thought quietly:

Sorry.

The snow piled higher and higher on the panes.

In the center of Harvey Balin Sea, the holy lake is shining with silver gray light, and the ice butterflies transformed from the souls of the forest guards are hovering lightly.The guardian of the sacred tree, Hasanya, sat cross-legged at the entrance of the tree, with a bonfire lit beside him, looking at the direction in which the young chief witch and his Alan were leaving.

The last time the child was sent into the secret cave was before the hero king Kurunzaar.

After the "Great Gesa" was promulgated, the Tule tribe also closed the cruel and bloody secret cave, and the stories of natural shamans existed only as long narrative poems handed down by the old people.

The Cavern has been closed for thousands of years.

Until the rise of smuggler caravans.

Wood kite appeared.

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Snowflakes fell from the panes.

There were no more tears under the fingertips, but the young master was very, very quiet.

Wizard Thule turned his face away from the young master, and he bit his lips tightly.The wizard crushed them firmly... Don't let him bite himself, don't let him hurt himself, he is his, the heart is his, the blood is his, the bone is his, and the lip is his.

—he has no right to harm himself.

"Alan..." Wizard Tule lowered his eyes and stared at him, "Why are you so sad?"

Qiu Bodeng just nestled deeper into his arms and didn't speak.

Thule wizard surrounded him, and distributed his warmth to him more deeply, wanting to melt his whole son into his arms.It was a terrible hug, without a single gap left, but the young master only leaned on his elbow, and slightly twitched his eyelashes.

The light of the fire shone on the boy's soft face.

A self-destructing white jade statue.

A faint shadow falls under the browbones of Wizard Tule. Whether it's the white jade statues of the Central Plains people or the golden lacquered Zanka of the Xueyuan tribe, he doesn't want his Arlan to hold too much compassion and empathy—that's what God should have done. Do it, not people.

Perhaps in the past, under the protection of the No. [-] family in Dongzhou, the young master could really be a pure holy son.

But after coming to the snowfield, the Holy Son shared the heart of the demon.

He must be polluted by demons.

Wizard Thule asked again, but couldn't get an answer.He kissed the young man's ear, pressed against the young man's eardrum, and said in a low voice, some of the syllables, some syllables, the young master was coaxed to read by him a while ago... He made sure that his Arlan would understand them deep impression.

As expected, almost instantly, the young master's ears burned.

He struggled immediately, trying to free his hand to cover Wizard Thule.

Wizard Thule easily suppressed him, pressed close to his ear, and repeated them sentence by sentence.

Demons have no sense of shame, but the young master's sense of shame can be said to be too strong.

He wished he could escape from the arms of the Thule wizard immediately.But he is such a fool, he should have thought of these things when he was willing to be a holy son who was going through the disaster with his body. The monsters crawling out of the dark caves are not guys who abide by benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness. They are greedy, despicable, shameless, nasty...

Now it's all right, he walked into the trap by himself, and locked himself tightly, there was nowhere to escape.

"Don't say it, don't say it..." The young master was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it.

The Ketule wizard did not let him go.

He has to listen.

Listen without missing a word.

Until those most unseemly syllables, one by one, were clearly engraved into his eardrums, burned into his mind, until he dared not be a selfless and unseeking son of God—there has never been such pollution in the world Son of God.

The young master's slender fingers were twisted into a ball, almost broken.

Only then did Wizard Thule let him go mercifully.

But this kindness comes at a price.

"Alan, what were you feeling sad about just now?" Wizard Tule pressed Qiu Bodeng's chin with his fingers, preventing him from lowering his head, preventing him from avoiding his gaze, and staring closely at his eyes, "Why are you so sad? "

——He had to tell him the deepest secret.

He wants to possess everything, including joy and pain.