On how to turn a kind protagonist into a black lotus

Behind the cliffs of the mountain, fine snow is flying.

Chu Qingming stood there for a long time, but when he was about to take that step, he was stopped by someone loudly.

"Ah Qing—" Bai Zhaojun looked at him, his tone trembling slightly, "Ah Qing, come back."

The fear and uneasiness in his eyes were revealed unabashedly, his tone was low, even pleading.

"I'm waiting for you." Chu Qingming smiled, "I still remember that I promised you that I will tell you when I leave."

"Ah Qing, don't go, don't go, okay?" Bai Zhaojun walked towards Chu Qingming step by step, his movements were very light, as if he was afraid that the noise would scare him away.

"Bai Zhaojun, I have to go. I'm not from here. I'll leave sooner or later." Chu Qingming didn't stop him, and raised the corners of his mouth, "It's nice to meet you. After I leave, you must remember, don't kill people casually. , your hands are so beautiful, they shouldn’t be covered with blood. Just think it’s all a dream, and when you wake up, the dream will be gone.”

After speaking, he jumped directly off the cliff.

"Don't, don't—" Bai Zhaojun followed him and jumped down without hesitation, but just when he was about to touch Chu Qingming's fingertips, the man suddenly disappeared.

With the howling cold wind beside his ears, Chu Qingming could only feel his consciousness being gradually deprived, and finally fell into a coma.

Bai Zhaojun, this time is really goodbye.

--Three years later--

Below the cliffs of Death Mountain is an extremely cold place, covered with solid ice for many years, the cold air can easily kill people, so no one dares to get close to it, and there is no life.

There was originally a thick layer of ice on the ice pool, but at this moment there were several shattering sounds.Afterwards, the sound gradually became louder, and spider web-like shatter marks spread from the center of the ice pool.

On the cliff, the disciples of the Fuhong Palace were standing respectfully on both sides, waiting for the people below to wake up.

"Bang—" The shattered ice splashed and even fell in front of everyone, but they were not afraid, and there was even joy in their eyes.

Bai Zhaojun, wake up.And the battle between the righteous way and the evil way has been dragging on, and it will also start completely.

A black and red figure appeared in the air very quickly, and finally fell to the ground.

Everyone immediately knelt down and bowed their heads, saying in unison, "Welcome to the Lord."

The hem of the robe with excellent texture hangs down, and the crane embroidered on it seems to be alive.

Bai Zhaojun glanced at them coldly, wondering if he stayed in that ice pool for three years, his eyes made people feel even colder, as if just looking at each other, you will become an ice sculpture.

No one dared to look up.

There was a huge cloud of kneeling people, but needles could be heard.

"Get up." Bai Zhaojun's voice became colder, like spring water flowing on a snow mountain.

After everyone stood up, where was Bai Zhaojun?

In the main hall of Fuhong, once the black curtains were put down, there was a serious and cold atmosphere.

Looking from a distance, people can't help but want to take a detour.

It's very different from three years ago.

The waiter sighed softly in his heart, and presented the tray in front of Bai Zhaojun, which contained a small bowl of hot soup.

"My lord, you just came back, drink a bowl of soup to warm up your body first."

Bai Zhaojun picked up the soup bowl and took a sip, paused slightly. The taste seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he drank it.

The waiter hesitated for a moment when he saw that he had finished the soup, and finally asked boldly, "My lord, what happened to you and Young Master Chu?"

Why did Mr. Chu disappear after that day, and even you stayed in the ice pool for three years.

Bai Zhaojun put the bowl back on the tray, "Who is Mr. Chu?"