"you're awake."
Qian Chi still didn't speak, and kept his eyes fixed on him, intently. Master once said that she has a pair of eyes that can see through people's hearts, but from his eyes and expressions, she can't see what he thinks at the moment. For someone who wants to kill him, he didn't take her decisively. The life itself can only be doubted.
"I can't speak yet. It seems that you are still very weak now. No matter what, you can take care of it here."
Xia Qianhou left, leaving behind two maids, one named Xia Xue and the other Xia Shuang.
It is said that Prince Xia Mansion is the largest and most magnificent mansion in Lingdu City besides the imperial palace. I have heard people mention this mansion more than once since I came to Lingdu City Qianchi, but recently I did not expect that she would live here. Xia Qianhou She didn't tell her to kill because she was going to assassinate him, but she put herself under house arrest in a different way.
Xia Qianhou lives in the northernmost part of King Xia’s Mansion, which is also Qianchi’s current living direction for self-cultivation. It’s just that her stay has been more than a month, and she has never stepped out of her residence. Xia Qianhou did not really put herself under house arrest, but rather Relaxing her behavior, but Qian Chi didn't want to stroll around the huge palace. What she cared about was when the Demon Dao could escape here. I have lived here for nearly a month since I woke up, and I saw that the sky has entered from autumn to winter. Withered leaves and branches, everything has begun to fall silent. It happened to be the first snow in early winter that day. When Qian Chi opened the window, fluffy snowflakes floated outside the window.
"Before the last snowfall of this winter, you must return to the mystery village whether you get the Qilin Blood Jade or not, otherwise the spiritual power in your body will slowly disappear and you will be unable to support life." This is the coming of the master. The only word said to me before the trip.
"Lord."
Looking at Qianchi in the snow, and hearing Xia Xue calling the people who walked into the courtyard, she turned her head and saw Xia Qianhou standing facing him. He was facing Qianchi in a snow white mink clothing. A magnificent face, noble is indispensable.
Qian Chi and him looked at each other quietly, and the others around him had slowly retreated for some unknown time. After a long time, he suddenly stretched out his hand and held Qianchi's wrist. Although she struggled a few times, she was in vain. This was the first time Xia Qianhou treated her like this in this month. In normal days, he always clicked. After all, it's not why the Tao is so abnormal today.
"Well, the recovery is good, but this king wants to remind you that it is best not to exercise, because once you exercise, the two forces in your body will collide, and the consequences can be imagined at that time."
His lips were pressed to Qian Chi's ears, and the warm breath lingered around. She tilted her head, but he did not move, keeping her posture, she gritted her teeth, and then turned her head to meet his eyes. I don't know why, at this moment, his eyes have such an indescribable tenderness, a familiar look, as if they have known each other before, and Qian Chi's heart has been moved so much.
"Master, are you trying to trap me here? I also want to remind you that it is very dangerous to leave me by your side, so it's best to let me go or kill me." Qian Chi said lightly.
"Yes, no, but this king won't kill you, on the contrary, he will treat you well." He said.
Qian Chi didn't understand the meaning of his words, and looked at him with doubts.
"You will understand, you don't know, how long have I waited for you, Qianchi."
His eyes are like the flying snow falling in the sky now, pure and white, and he can clearly see himself in his eyes, but it is not cold, but there is a kind of passionate heat.
His eyes seemed to have a kind of magical power, which made Qian Chi's heart beat, and even clearly dyed a layer of blush. His words were like the sound of strings from a long time away. At a certain time, Qian Chi had heard the same words.
Qian Chi frowned, looked at him suspiciously and said, "Why do I think you are so familiar now? Why do I think I have something forgotten."
He straightened up and took her hand, this time she didn't avoid it.
"I will take you to a place."
The first time I saw Master, he was dressed like that, standing with his back on his back. He was cool and gentle, and his slightly melancholy eyes seemed to have a kind of magical power that attracted me. At that time, Qian Chi believed that there was no other comparison in the world. He wanted to be a good-looking person. At the first glance when he saw the master, his feeling of admiration was born. Later, she gradually understood that this is love, and she once thought that the gentleness the master gave her was also similar to her. The same as love.
Until that day, Qianchi discovered the reason why his eyes had been saddened, just as the brothers had said, there was only one reason. There is a forbidden area in the Lost Stone Mountain Villa. No one except the master can enter. That day she secretly entered while the master was still in retreat.
It was a portrait of a woman, a beautiful woman who looked like an immortal. In the painting, she had black hair like silk. A few strands hanging from her forehead covered the looming black mole between the slender phoenix eyebrows. , A pair of star-like eyes, an exquisite nose, and the corners of the lips under the nose with a light smile, her skin is snowy, beautiful and vulgar, and anger is like orchids, she has all the words she knows in her heart. After counting silently, Qian Chi's heart was filled with jealousy from then on.
Just after Qian Chi left the forbidden area with a feeling of loss and jealousy, she saw the Master who was standing outside. He didn't expect that Master had chosen to leave tonight, and Qian Chi met his cold eyes like this.
"Master, me, me."
Qian Chi suddenly became a little frightened. He glanced at Master, then lowered his head, not knowing how to explain it, because this is a place where Master expressly forbidden, because at the moment her mood, because she doesn’t know whether her love for him is so young. Already noticed.
Master stood outside the door and looked at her for a long time. Qian Chi felt that her scalp was already hot, and then he heard him speak.
"It's late, go back to the room." He didn't ask her why she came here, but told her to leave indifferently.
Qian Chi raised his head, thinking that he would see a disappointed or angry face, but the moment he raised his head, he saw a change in Master’s eyes, revealing an unpredictable complexity, not anger or disappointment, but also No blame is just a look in her eyes that she can't understand.
"Master is not angry with me?" Qian Chi asked tentatively, but in her heart she wanted him to be angry or punish her, because in this way she would feel at least a place as a disciple in his heart.
"Don't come here again in the future, go back, Xiaochi."
Xiao Chi, Qian Chi remembered that the first time I saw Master, he called her like this, and whenever he called her, she felt an unspeakable feeling in her heart, whether it was happy or sad.
That is to say, since that time, Qian Chi originally thought that Master was just a little colder towards her, but she did not expect that she would never see Master again until the day when she left the Lost Stone Mountain Villa six months later.
Xia Qianhou brought Qianchi to a place. This is the place where Qianchi came to the beginning of this world. It is called the realm of quicksand. The other side covered by a huge barrier is the same passage to Liusha River.
"Here? Why did you bring me here?" Qian Chi asked without understanding his intentions.
He, with his hands on his back, looked at the restoration of the original protective enchantment. This huge barrier blocked the Liusha River from the outside world. After watching it for a long time, he said softly: "It's the reason you are in this world."
Qian Chi had never mentioned her past to anyone, even the master didn't know it. Xia Qianhou's words made her feel extremely surprised, and the covered past that was hidden in her heart was about to be revealed.
"You seem to know me well." Qian Chi asked calmly.
"Except Qiu Yihan in this world, I am afraid it is me." Master, he mentioned the name of Master, which made Qian Chi's heart even more surprised as to why he knew Master and even knew Master very well. But there are few outsiders who know Master in this world.
"Do you know my master? How can you know me so much, you..."
Qian Chi widened his eyes and looked at Xia Qianhou, but before she could finish her words, he pulled up her wrist, and then the purple ring began to emit a purple light, and then my wrist started to get hot.
All the way to the north, I did not stay for a while according to what my father said. From sunrise to sunset, I walked through the quicksand desert and I was exhausted. I finally walked out of the desert a few days later and saw the hope that I reached the protective barrier. Barrier.
Qian Chi activated the purple jacaranda ring, and soon the power from the purple jacaranda ring opened a door to this huge protective barrier, and she stepped over without hesitation.
But she felt so cold, so cold, white snow, awkwardly boundless, everything was lonely, and the snow was circling along with the violent wind. The world of Skyline Line and Liusha Town became a sharp contrast, Qian Chi saw it at first sight. It is the boundless ice and snow, the continuous snow-white mountain peaks, there is no scene of all things resurrecting. The whole world is lifeless except for her. She is like a silkworm out of a cocoon, born with a new identity, and her body is in the snow. I can't feel the cold inside. At this moment, she felt that there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of her eyes, followed by snow, the sky full of whiteness, and the thousand feet that was about to be submerged in snow. She felt at a loss. She thought she was buried in this cold strange world.
The endless snowfield is connected to the sky, and the entire snow peak is like a huge compass, all directions are roads, but there is no way to go to the end. There is no crowded snow, and naturally there is no food to satisfy her hunger. When she is hungry, she drinks snow water to satisfy her hunger.
Because there is no alternation of night and day, I don’t know how long I have been walking endlessly in this ice and snow world.
Finally saw a small lake of water made of snow except for the snow. In the reflection of the lake, she saw her appearance. She was seventeen or eighteen years old, with a beautiful face, willow leaves. Thin eyebrows, thin body, looking at himself in the reflection of the lake, in a thin white shirt, white slender fingers stroked his forehead, without a trace of scars but a faint pain.
The snow is still floating in the sky, Qian Chi standing in the snow, looking up at the daytime sky, the snow-white thin shirt is close to the skin, she has merged with the snow. Long running has made her physically and mentally exhausted. She stopped by the water of this small lake, stretched out her hand and gently touched the cold lake water, and the reflection in the water rippled with the lake water.
I don’t know how long, the sound of carriages and horses broke the silence and dull atmosphere of the snowy area. This man seemed to have fallen from the sky. Wearing long black snow boots on his feet, his head is covered with snowflakes, and his long blue silk hair becomes more and more misty in the violent cold wind.
She walked along the front for a long time and finally couldn't support it anymore, and at the moment when she was about to fall, a vague figure appeared in her eyes, lingering, just when I gave up waiting for death, The figure of the man gradually became clear.
It was a beautiful face, there was such a beautiful man in the world.
Watching him come down from a white horse and slowly stepped on the snow to stand in front of her.
He looked down at her, she looked up at him, and she could see herself in his eyes, her face covered in snow-white tulle, her face pale, her hair messy hanging in front of her face, thin like floating snowflakes.
"The loneliness and loneliness is like snow, the vast icy sky, come with me!" His voice was low and blurred, echoing in the snowy ground, he stretched out his hand to her, holding his thick and broad palm, but it was unusual in the cold wind. warm. She followed him on the white horse and stepped on the snow. The snow fluttering in the sky was still swaggering at the moment when the curtains hung down.