I traveled thousands of miles to say goodbye to you
On the first and last snowy night
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I don't know when the snow started falling.
It was so big that it looked like a flock of butterflies silently descending from the cold grey clouds, passing through the vast fir forest and covering the whole sky. In just a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness had turned pale.
By the time Huo Zhanbai had caught his breath, heavy snow had already covered the edge of the sword.
Red snow fell on the pure black sword. The smell of blood made his stomach rumble after not eating for two days and one night. To be honest, for a man who never stained his hands with blood, the number of people he killed this time was really... a bit too much.
He was breathing heavily, but did not dare to move his body at all. His arms were stiff, maintaining the posture after stabbing with the sword.
It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced through the opponent's chest, nailing him to the dark fir tree behind him. At the same time, the assassin wearing the white jade mask also stabbed into his body, through his right ribs and directly into his lungs - after such a fatal blow, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength and gasped for breath.
As long as either side makes the slightest move, both sides will be destroyed.
For a moment, the wilderness was as silent as death.
Snow was still falling, endlessly, and the huge fir trees were like cold tombstones pointing to the sky. He and the silver-clad killer faced each other silently in the forest, maintaining the strange posture of the last blow, with the swords in their hands remaining in each other's bodies.
Huo Zhanbai breathed carefully, feeling that the expanding lungs in his chest were almost touching the cold sword.
He tried his best to maintain his body shape and mind, not to lose consciousness before the other person fell. The chest in front of him that was pierced by his sword was rising and falling rapidly, and the eyes behind the white jade mask were slowly dimming.
It seems that the opponent has reached the end of his strength.
Although the opponent tried to advance several times, the sword on Huo Zhanbai's right rib was stuck on the ribs, and finally collapsed before piercing the lung lobe, stopping the attack. The masked head suddenly tilted slightly and fell silently.
Huo Zhanbai let out a sigh of relief without saying a word—after all, he still won!
In such a cold snowy field, if the stalemate continued, both sides would probably be frozen to death, right? He stared at the white jade mask just a few feet away, and very slowly moved the center of gravity of his body back a little bit, letting the opponent's sword slowly leave his lungs.
Only a small amount of blood came out.
In such cold weather, the blood froze on the wound as soon as it gushed out.
It took him a cup of tea to move away from the half-foot distance. After completely withdrawing his body, he pressed his right rib with his backhand. In this snowfield sniping, fighting against the twelve silver wings alone, even the seventh son Huo, who was known as the best swordsman in the Central Plains, was left with thirteen serious injuries.
But this should be the last one, right
If I don’t go to Pharmacist Valley quickly, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold on.
The moment the sword was drawn, the silver-clad killer who had fought with him to the death for nearly a hundred times lost his support, slowly fell down against the fir tree, and left a streak of blood on the tree trunk behind him.
"Crack". The moment he fell into the snow, the mask covering his face cracked.
Huo Zhanbai was startled suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously tightened the hilt of the sword again, and looked carefully. However, the man's anger had indeed dissipated, and the snow would not melt even if it fell on his face.
"Alas, you are so young, and you come out to fight for your life..." He sighed, and before the killer fell to the ground, the tip of the sword stretched out like a snake, and had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the killer. The sword swept from top to bottom, flexibly checking everything he carried with him.
However, the wind blew through the gaps in the torn clothes, making an empty whistle and continued to go away.
Nothing at all.
Huo Zhanbai was startled, and suddenly he felt severe pain in all the wounds all over his body, and he could hardly stand.
How could this happen? This was the last of the twelve silver wings. After the four-way battle in Qilian Mountain, the treasure was finally taken away by this group of people. He also followed this clue to track it down. He thought that this person should be the leader of this group. If the thing was not on him, where could it be
Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frown, kneeling on one knee on the snow, and leaning over to check again without giving up.
Without this last ingredient, the pills would definitely not be prepared, and Mo'er's body was getting weaker day by day. I have been running around for eight years and finally got the other ingredients. How can I fail in the end
He buried his head in searching. He was so close to the other person that he could see the pair of eyes as soon as he looked up. The dead man's eyes were not completely closed, but slightly closed, with a cold, sharp, empty, and half-smiley expression, looking straight up at the sky, and the exposed whites of his eyes were tinged with a strange light blue.
That light blue color would not be visible at all if it were not compared with the surrounding white snow.
Just one glance and his heart skipped a beat. He felt a force rising up from nowhere, restraining his body from the inside out. The sudden trance made it almost impossible for him to hold the sword.
No! Absolutely not!
Instinctively, he wanted to stand up and retreat, wanted to draw his sword, wanted to block the gates around him - but he couldn't do anything. His body seemed to be acupunctured in an instant, not to mention moving, even his eyes couldn't move at all.
What's going on? This feeling... What on earth is going on!
His body and sight were firmly "nailed" there by an invisible force, unable to move away.
Then, he saw the pair of "dead" light blue eyes move.
The pair of eyes just turned slightly, then opened, just in time to meet his eyes. They were so pure and yet so deep that it made him feel as if a knife or a spear had passed through his body, and his whole body was terrified.
Not good! He cried out in his heart, but he couldn't look away, so he could only kneel in the snow with his body bent.
Compared to the weird whites of the eyes, the color of the pupils was normal. Black, but extremely thick, as thick as the ink that could not be dissolved and the night that could not be cut. However, such pupils reflected on the whites of the eyes intertwined countless indescribable weird colors. The moment those colorful eyes opened, his whole body seemed to be under a curse and could not move.
At that moment, Huo Zhanbai remembered the legends of various secret techniques he had heard in the martial arts world, and his heart suddenly turned cold.
Pupil Technique? This... could it be the Pupil Technique in the legend? !
Snow flakes fell one by one, melting on his forehead, as if cold sweat was dripping down. The Blade Runner lying in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were extremely weird. Although he woke up, the snow on his face still did not melt, and even his breath was cold, as if he was a ghost coming back to life.
"This is Soul Shock." The killer pressed the wound gently and struggled to sit up against Lengshan. "You should have heard of the Seventh Young Master of Dingjian Pavilion, right?"
Huo Zhanbai was suddenly shocked: although he had hidden his real name during this trip, the other party had already recognized his identity.
The killer smiled lightly, but his eyes were cold: "I was just a little bit away from dying under your Mohun Sword."
Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen.
Soul-stealing... Is such a pupil technique still available in the world? Isn't it said that... since the death of the mountain old man Horn at the hands of the Moon Worshiping Sect's Fengya priest a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost? In the martial arts world today, there are still people who possess such abilities!
"I didn't expect that you also came for the Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Red Cold Pearl... I thought that the Seventh Young Master didn't even want to be the leader of Dingjian Pavilion, and must be a person who is detached from the world." The killer stood up with difficulty, looked at Huo Zhanbai who was pinned to the snow, and suddenly sneered, "It's a pity, I am also determined to get this."
He turned around, stretched out his palm, and tapped the fir tree behind him.
With a "crack", the old bark cracked and a blood-red bead fell into the palm of the hand.
Huo Zhanbai let out a low cry, but was still unable to move.
This is it! Ten thousand year old dragon blood red cold bead - when did he hide the bead in the tree behind him during the fierce fight just now? Qiu Shui, she... was waiting for this to save Mo'er's life! Can't die here... definitely can't die here.
However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still hypnotized and unable to move, as if he was suppressed by a powerful telekinesis. Under such a cold and dark gaze, even his mind was gradually devoured, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.
How...how could there be such a sorcery
How could this killer, who is still so young, have the oppressive power that only a cult elder has
The silver killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice was light and cold. Although he had the upper hand, his subordinates were all killed or wounded, and his own body had reached its limit. On the way, he first snatched the dragon blood pearl from the heroes of the four directions of Qilian Mountain, and on the way to the west, he was constantly sniped and chased. At this moment in the fir forest, he met such a swordsman who was almost the best in the Central Plains!
He was breathing rapidly, and his head began to ache. The pupil technique required a large amount of spiritual energy. If this continued, I was afraid that the headache would come back. He said no more and slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow.
As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand, like a puppet being pulled by strings.
"Remember, my name is 'Tong'." The eyes behind the mask were cold.
Tong? The mysterious killer who ranks first in the Great Light Palace of the Demon Cult
The people of the Demon Cult also appeared in Qilian Mountain to fight for the Dragon Blood Pearl this time! The Demon Cult Shura Field Three Realms are full of assassins. Hundreds of years ago, the founder of Dingjian Pavilion, Gongzi Shu Ye, was a disciple of the Demon Cult. Over the past hundred years, elites have emerged, which has always amazed the Central Plains martial arts world and posed a great threat.
The Tong in front of him is the top killer in Shura Field, who is said to be a once-in-a-century figure.
At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a careless mistake he had made!
Tong's hand slowly turned and approached her neck, and a cold light glowed in her glass-like eyes.
Huo Zhanbai's eyes revealed how fiercely he was resisting, but his body, which was restrained by the pupil technique, still moved against his will. His hand was restrained by an invisible force, imitating the pupil's movements, holding the ink soul, and approaching his throat bit by bit.
Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier! He called out in his heart. He has been out for so long, why hasn’t he come back yet
"Goodbye, Seventh Young Master." Tong's hand slowly moved to her throat, a charming smile flashed in her eyes, and suddenly she turned her wrist and made a sharp throat-cutting gesture!
Involuntarily, the ink soul emitted a sharp light and cut back towards the throat of the holder.
"Ga—" Suddenly, a sharp scream came from the snow, cutting through the cold wind.
Tong let out a low cry, and before he could dodge, his hand suddenly felt a sharp pain. The bright red blood flowed down his tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads.
A white bird came flying through the snow and attacked him unexpectedly, piercing his hand with its sharp beak.
Then, it fell on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow.
Is it... a harrier? Despite the sudden attack, Tong remained calm, panting heavily while covering his wound, but his eyes never left the other's. As long as he didn't lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai would still not be able to escape.
However, even though he had never relaxed his mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff human figure on the snow suddenly moved!
It was as if the power in his body had awakened and began to fight with external forces for control of his body. Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth and moved his hands bit by bit to move the Mohun Sword that was cutting towards his throat away.
This time it was Tong's turn to look horrified.
How is it possible! Having been hit head-on by the Soul-Suppressing Technique, this controlled person could actually still resist!
Without time to think, knowing that he could not give the other party a chance to breathe, the killer immediately rushed forward and stabbed the other party's heart with the dagger in his hand. However, he only heard a "ding" sound, and his knuckles were bleeding again.
The Mo Hun Sword blocked in front in time and stopped Tong's attack.
The snow on the ground was blown up by the sword energy, blocking the sight of the two. The force of the collision was so strong that his already seriously injured body could no longer bear it. The strange light in his eyes instantly converged, and he flew back more than three meters. A stream of blood gushed out of his broken chest, blooming a large red flower in the snow, and then he stopped moving.
The dragon blood bead flew out of his hand and sank into the snow several feet away.
Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered in snowflakes and gasping heavily.
The Snow Harrier was still standing on his shoulder, its sharp beak piercing his Jianjing acupoint, piercing an inch deep. It was the timely peck of this psychic bird that released the paralysis in his body with the intense pain, allowing him to block Tong's final attack in time.
It's finally over.
He leaned on his sword, staggered over, bent down and groped in the snow, and finally caught the dragon blood bead. His eyes were still blurry. Not only were there snowflakes, but there were also many thin rays of light flowing, as if some afterimages kept pouring out, blocking his eyes in a chaotic manner. What was this? Was it the residual effect of the pupil technique
He clenched the beads tightly and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but a gust of wind blew and he was exhausted and almost fell in the wind.
"Ga!" The snow kite pulled out its bloody beak and let out a sharp cry.
I understand—it is urging me to leave immediately and go to Pharmacist Valley.
The wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger, almost blowing him down as he was barely standing with his sword. After the fight, the pain from the wounds all over his body made him dizzy. If he didn't leave... he would definitely die in this uninhabited wasteland fir forest, right
He no longer tried to confirm the death of his opponent, but just turned around with difficulty and staggered forward in a certain direction.
Anyway, since he entered the martial arts world at the age of fifteen, he rarely had the habit of killing his opponents.
Large flakes of snow fell silently through the fir forest, and soon accumulated more than a foot deep. The pure white covered the bloodstains on the ground bit by bit, and also buried the thirteen bodies scattered in the forest.
The huge fir trees stood like black and gray tombstones, pointing to the gray and cold snowy sky.
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White. White. White.
Ever since I left the fir forest, there has been only one color left in sight.
He didn't know how long he had been trudging through the knee-deep snow, nor where he was, he just walked step by step in one direction. From time to time, he could hear the sharp cries of birds overhead, which were snow kites in the air guiding him.
My lungs were burning, and every breath felt like a scorching pain. Everything in front of me became blurrier. The swirling snowflakes seemed to come alive, spreading their wings and dancing in the air, with countless illusions floating in between.
"Ha... hehe, hehe... Senior Brother Huo, I'm here!"
Suddenly a beautiful face emerged from the snowflakes, and someone giggled at him: "Fool, come and catch me! If you catch me, I will marry you."
Qiu Shui? Is that Qiu Shui's voice? … Shouldn't she be in Lin'an? Why is she here
Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness has worsened again
He took a big step forward and stretched out his hand to grab the woman in red in the snow, but the severe pain in his knees and ribs made his eyes go dark. In the blink of an eye, the smiling face was lost behind the dense white snow.
He ran too fast and his exhausted body could no longer support him, and he collapsed after three steps.
However, in his palm, he was still tightly holding the dragon blood bead that he had risked his life to obtain.
"Ga-ga." The Snow Kites circled in the wind and snow, looked at the valley in the distance whose corner had already appeared, called a few times, then looked down at its master who had fallen down again, and anxiously flapped its wings and landed on his back.
"Snap", the sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to use the severe pain to wake the dying man up.
However, this time the man just trembled a little and could never get up again.
Days of fighting and running around have exhausted all his strength.
"Gaga!" The snow kite's beak was covered in blood, and its claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulders, leaving bloody marks. However, when it found that its master really could no longer respond, it hesitated for a while, and finally spread its wings and flew away, and plunged into the lush valley ahead like lightning.
The cold snow gradually covered his face, and everything in front of him was white. In the white, he could vaguely hear someone laughing or singing.
"Huo Zhanbai, I really wish I had never met you."
Suddenly, the face of the woman reappeared in the snow, but she was wearing a white hemp dress, standing in front of the brazier and staring at him with hatred - the white was the color of mourning clothes, and the black background was the curtain of the mourning hall. Her eyes were so sorrowful, cold and almost strange, with deep despair and hostility. He was stunned.
Qiu Shui... Qiu Shui. When I caught you, I thought I could hold you forever, but why... did you marry into the Xu family? After so many years, have you forgiven me
He wanted to ask her, wanted to reach out and wipe away the tears from her eyes, but before his fingertips touched her cheek, she quietly retreated in the snow. She retreated so quickly, like a white butterfly spreading its wings, melting in the ice and snow in an instant.
He lay in the vast wilderness, buried in the snow, feeling that his past and future were gradually becoming blank.
He began to mutter an unfamiliar name - the only salvation he could hope for.
But why hasn't that greedy and lustful woman come yet? It's a joke to stand him up at this time... He muttered to himself and lost consciousness in the snow.
Before I could notice, I could hear a rustling sound in the snow in the distance.
—That was the sound of something crawling slowly in the snow.
"Ding Ling Ling..."
The snow was still heavy, but the wind carried the sound of silver bells, clear and melodious. The bells floated from the distant valley, rising and falling rapidly, and reached the snowy plain.
A sedan chair landed on the snow, and the silver bells on the four corners made crisp sounds in the wind and snow.
"Hey, there's no one here." The maid in green who walked out first was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a slim figure and beautiful face.
"Lu'er, Snow Harrier won't lead you the wrong way." A lazy voice from the sedan chair replied, "Go look for him."
"Yes." The four maids quietly lifted the curtain, hung it up, and stepped back. The purple-clad beauty in the sedan chair was holding a purple gold hand warmer to keep warm, with a purple jade hairpin in her hair. She spoke lazily, "That guy must have fallen down on the road again this year. It's really troublesome to always ask us to come out to pick him up - humph, next time the consultation fee should be doubled."
"I'm afraid the Seventh Young Master can't afford it, so why not pay it off with your body?" Lu'er smiled with her hands covering her mouth, but she didn't dare to be negligent and began to search carefully on the snow.
"Gah!" A white shadow flew over, screaming and landing on the snow. It dug with its claws and accurately grabbed a piece of clothing. It pulled it hard, and the snow fell down, revealing a human figure lying stiffly on the ground.
"Hey, here!" Lu'er said, bending down and helping the man up.
"..." The man actually kept his eyes open a little, and when he saw the person coming, he moved his lips weakly.
"Don't touch him!" However, there was a sound of wind in his ears, and the lazy valley master had already rushed to his side. He pushed the maid away, his eyes were cold, and his first action was to bend down and put his fingers on the other's neck.
how
Lu'er had followed the Valley Master for many years and had learned a little bit of pharmacology. When she saw the condition of the man under the snow, she was shocked. She had followed the Valley Master for many years and had never seen a person with so many and such deep wounds!
There were wounds of all sizes all over his body. The blood had coagulated and the exposed skin had turned blue-purple due to the freezing.
Is this person... still alive
"Fortunately, the pulse is not exhausted." After standing in the wind for a long time, the Valley Master put down his fingers.
The man covered in blood and snow raised his eyes, as if he had seen clearly who the figure in front of him was. He smiled, his lips moved, and he let out a faint sigh: "Ah... Yes, you are here?"
He used up the last bit of his strength, placed his left hand in her palm, and immediately fainted with confidence.
"He is so lazy." She murmured and complained. Noticing that the injured man's left hand was clenched tightly, she frowned and reached out to pry it open. Suddenly, her face changed - a deep red bead rolled into her palm, bringing with it some kind of oppressive and cold breath.
This, this is... the Ten Thousand Year Old Dragon Blood Red Cold Pearl? !
So it was for this! He was really crazy... He really went to take the Ten Thousand Year Old Dragon Blood Red Cold Pearl?!
But even so, what's the use
She was stunned for a long while before putting away the bead that she had exchanged her life for. She coughed a few times and raised her hand to call the other four maids: "Help me carry him to the sedan chair - it must be steady, otherwise his internal organs will rupture at any time."
"Yes!" Obviously used to dealing with this kind of things, the four maids nodded, tiptoed, leaned over, gently supported Huo Zhanbai's limbs and shoulders, and lifted the frozen man steadily.
"Ahem... carry it back to the valley, to the Winter House." She gave the order while coughing into her mouth with a handkerchief.
"Yes." The four maids gently put the injured person back into the warm sedan chair, bent over and lifted the sedan chair flexibly, and then with a tiptoe, they quickly returned carrying the sedan chair like four flying swallows.
The wind and snow finally died down, and the entire wasteland was covered in white, filled with suffocatingly cold air.
"Cough, cough, cough." She held the bead, looked at it again and again, and began to cough violently, her eyes gradually becoming sad.
This guy is really risking his life.
But even if that's the case... what's the use
"Miss, why did you let him sit in the sedan chair? Are you going to walk back by yourself?" She was still in a daze, but Lu'er beside her was indignant, muttering and kicking a large piece of snow, "What an annoying guy, he only has a Huitian Order in his hand, but he has been coming for eight consecutive years and always owes medical fees... Miss, why can't you get rid of this plague god?"
"Ahem, it's okay, I'm fine. At least I haven't been stabbed with a dozen holes." She held a purple gold hand warmer in her sleeves, hiding in her lynx fur coat and coughing with a smile. "It's rare for me to come out of the valley, so it's good to see the snow."
"But..." Lu Er looked at her worriedly, "Miss's body can't stand it..."
"It's okay." She waved her hand, interrupting the maid's chatter, "Just walk back."
Then he turned around and trudged through the knee-deep snow.
Snowflakes fell on her face, and the sky and earth were vast and white. In the distance, she could see the misty forest. She breathed in the cold air, coughing constantly, but her eyes wandered between the sky and the earth. How many years have passed? Since she was stranded in the Pharmacist Valley, how many years has she not left the valley
How ridiculous... The man who is called a "miracle doctor" is so sick that he cannot breathe the air freely.
"Miss!" Lu'er called out worriedly from behind, taking off her own cloak and chasing after her, "Put this on!"
However, she suddenly saw the young lady stop in her tracks, raised her hand and made a "shut up" gesture to her, and her eyes suddenly became bright.
"Listen, what's that sound?" She tilted her head to listen to a certain sound in the wind and snow. She murmured, turned around suddenly, and pointed, "There!"
"Shua", just as the words fell, Lu'er turned into a white rainbow and pointed the sword directly at the snow.
"Who?" she shouted.
A puff of snow suddenly exploded, and there was indeed someone under the snow! The person moved and caught his sword with his bare hands!
However, he must have been exhausted. After barely dodging the blow, he had no more strength left and fell heavily to the snow again, never to move again. Lu'er recovered from the shock and took a step back. She stabbed the man's back with her sword and found that he really could not move.
"Did you come from the forest..." The young lady murmured as she looked into the distance, her eyes fixed on the woods.
There, a deep trail of crawling extended from the forest, winding along with faint traces of blood, extending all the way. Obviously, this person followed Huo Zhanbai from the fir forest to here, and finally ran out of strength.
"Miss, he's dying!" Lu'er screamed, looking at the hole on his back.
"Hmm..." The lady hummed nonchalantly, "Search, is there a Huitian Order on you?"
"No." After a quick search, Lu'er was discouraged.
It seems that this person did not come here specifically to seek medical treatment, but was involved in the bloody battle for the Dragon Blood Pearl? These Jianghu feuds have actually come to the vicinity of the Pharmacist Valley in the Great Wilderness Mountain, which is really disturbing.
"Then let's go." She turned around without hesitation, holding the purple gold hand warmer, "We can't do business at a loss."
The martial arts world has always been turbulent, with good and evil opposing each other, and there are many sects. People would fight over trivial matters and get bloody. It was unknown how many of these people would die in a year. If she saved them one by one, how could she handle it? Moreover, even if she saved them, she might not be able to afford the high medical fee of Pharmacist Valley.
"But..." Unexpectedly, Lu'er didn't listen to her instructions and was still hesitating.
"But what?" She paused impatiently, turned around and urged, "Pharmacist Valley only saves people who hold the Rescue Order. This is the rule - have you forgotten?"
“Lu’er won’t forget.” The girl stood there wringing her hands, her eyes glancing around on the ground with a smile on her lips, “But… but this guy is so handsome!”
—Having followed the Valley Master for so many years, she knew the young lady’s temper.
In addition to being stingy about money, the owner of the valley is also a person who is picky about appearance. For example, every time there are multiple patients, she always chooses to treat the young and handsome ones without hesitation. For example, although she charges a very high consultation fee for each consultation, if the patient really cannot afford it and happens to be pleasing to the eye, the money-loving owner of the valley will let the patient go.
—For example, Huo Zhanbai.
"Very handsome?" Valley Master Xue stopped and raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
"Yeah." Lu'er patted the man's shoulder with her sword, "He's ten times better than that debt collector Huo Zhanbai!"
"Really?" Xue Ziye finally turned around and walked over, looking very interested. "That's rare."
She walked to the unconscious man's side, bent down and lifted his chin. His face was bleeding, and there was a piece of white jade shard on it - her face suddenly changed, and she held the shard tightly. This man... seemed to look a little unusual.
She raised her hand to remove the fragment and wiped the blood off the man's face.
The face revealed after the mask cracked was so young.
He is indeed handsome, but lonely. His eyes are tightly closed, his cheeks are as pale as ice sculptures, but his tightly closed eyes carry some kind of indescribable dark meaning. It makes people startled at first sight, as if awakening some deep fear in their hearts.
"Ah..." For some reason, she let out a low cry and felt a sense of oppression coming over her.
"How is it? She still looks pretty good, right?" Lu'er was still talking to herself, "Should we save her or not?"
Her expression gradually became solemn. She stretched out her hand and gently pressed on the other person's closed eyes.
—Here, right here.
That kind of oppressive force came from this pair of closed eyes!
What kind of power could make her feel so frightened
"Not dead yet." Feeling the eyes under her eyelids moving slightly, she murmured, thoughtfully - this person's injuries were more serious than Huo Zhanbai's, but he still followed and crawled here!
What kind of vitality is that
She felt a vague sense of fear, and subconsciously lowered her fingers and took a step back.
However, at that moment, the dying man suddenly opened his eyes!
The glass-colored eyes emitted a strange light, illuminating her eyes for a moment. The man seemed to have gathered all his remaining strength into his eyes, staring at her, his pale lips moved, and he uttered two words: "Save... me..."
Her mind was shaken for a moment, as if some external force was rapidly invading her mind.
The enchanting pupils can capture souls?! In just a moment, she suddenly understood.
Without thinking, she suddenly stretched out her hands from her sleeves and placed them between the two of them.
"Ah." The man on the snow let out a short, low cry, and his body suddenly became weak and he was no longer able to make a sound.
She stood in the wind, feeling a layer of cold sweat all over her body and a chill all over her body.
In her palm was a delicate diamond-shaped mirror - a common dressing item for women.
The moment the demon's pupil opened, at the critical moment, she blocked it without hesitation, and used the mirror to counterattack the opponent's concentrated pupil technique.
—That is the only way to restrain this weird magic.
However, after escaping from the trap, she felt a strong sense of trance, as if she had seen something the moment the other person opened his eyes. These eyes... These eyes... were so familiar, just like they were from more than a decade ago...
"Valley Master, are you okay?" Everything happened in an instant, and Lu'er just reacted.
"It was a close call... cough cough," she put her cold hands back into her sleeves and coughed, "I almost got caught."
Lu Er finally came to her senses and was furious: "Too much... How dare you plot against the young lady? This guy is so ungrateful!"
"Forget it." Xue Ziye stopped her from slashing with the sword and shook his head slightly, "Take him away."
"Ah?" Lu'er opened her mouth in surprise.
We need to save this kind of person? Even if he looks good, he is still a poisonous snake that will bite back once he is revived, right
"Let's go." She coughed more violently, feeling that the cold air was freezing her lungs. "Go back quickly."
"Oh..." Lu'er didn't dare to go against her wishes. She dragged the unconscious person up from the ground and followed him.
She walked in the snowy field, the wind blowing past her ears.
The coldness was approaching, as if to freeze all the blood in the body, just like that night twelve years ago.
However, when will the warmth that once existed return
"Xue Huai." She looked at the snowflakes falling in the void, coughed, and suddenly murmured.
Xue Huai... Was it an illusion? Just now, in that person's eyes, I actually... saw you.