"He... is he dead?" Ye Wuji carefully climbed out of the snow and shook off the snow that fell on his body. Nanyin also emerged from the snow, her small body almost wrapped in snow.
Nanyin held Ye Wuji's hand and said, "Maybe he's not dead, let's get out of here quickly!"
They had only taken two short steps when Duan Qingxiu jumped up from the cliff, stabbed Ye Wuji with his sword with a ferocious expression, and cursed: "Okay! You actually betrayed me!"
Nanyin had short legs and was one step behind Ye Wuji. She reached out and pushed Ye Wuji out. She was small and Duan Qingxiu's sword did not hit her. But Duan Qingxiu has lived for so many years, and his martial arts have already surpassed ordinary people's imagination. In just one step, he stopped in front of Ye Wuji. At the same time, Nanyin also hit him in the palm and fell down clutching his chest.
"You ruined my big thing!" Duan Qingxiu's face turned livid and he wished he could immediately cut Ye Wuji into pieces. He raised the sword in his hand high, but before it fell, a sword suddenly stabbed him from behind.
Duan Qingxiu turned his head in disbelief and saw Xie Hanyi standing behind him, with the same smile on his face. When Duan Qingxiu turned around, he moved the sword in his hand a little further and twisted it.
Duan Qingxiu could not believe until his death that it was Xie Hanyi who killed him.
"You, you're not dead?" Ye Wuji couldn't help but take two steps forward. She couldn't describe how she felt at the moment. She couldn't control herself and stretched out her hand to Xie Hanyi.
Xie Hanyi looked at him with a smile, just like before, before Ye Wuji's hand touched him, his body suddenly shattered into pieces of ice.
"How..." Ye Wuji rushed over and put on a piece of clothing that was not warm at all. She pulled at the snow, looking crazy like Duan Qingxiu before.
"Cough... cough..." Nanyin said weakly, "Don't waste your efforts. Xie Hanyi has been dead a long time ago. You killed him with your own hands."
"I, I..." Ye Wuji felt like a ball of cotton was stuck in his throat. Yes, Xie Hanyi was obviously killed by her, but... But, the person who was here just now was clearly Xie Hanyi! Duan Qingxiu's body can prove this, it was Xie Hanyi who saved her!
"You are such a strange person. You obviously killed him, and now you act like this to show others." Nanyin's words were full of disgust for Ye Wuji, "To tell you the truth, Xie Hanyi has never been alive." Come here, the one who saved us just now was just a snow demon?"
"Xue Mei?" Ye Wuji looked at Nan Yin blankly.
Nanyin held an elf with transparent wings and a snow-white body that he had seen before.
"He...why would it save me?"
"Who knows, maybe it's because he also hates Duan Qingxiu, or maybe it's because the obsession left by Xie Hanyi is attached to it. It's not like this has never happened. People who died in the mountains have their obsession attached to Xuemei. , Xuemei will transform into a deceased person to fulfill his last wish."
Nanyin didn't know how her words touched Ye Wuji. She hugged the dress and burst into tears, crying like a child who had been wronged. But now no one would wipe away her tears and hold her in his arms. Comforted in my arms.
The sky suddenly changed and dark clouds covered the moon. Nanyin shouted to Ye Wuji: "Stop crying, it's going to snow. Let's go down the mountain quickly!"
Ye Wuji wiped away his tears and smiled at Nanyin. This smile was more beautiful than any smile Nanyin had ever seen, like a snow lotus that had just bloomed after snow.
"Nanyin, you go down the mountain. I want to stay here."
"You're going to die."
"Don't worry about me. Maybe it's not bad to die here."
Seeing that the snowstorm was coming, Nanyin saw that Ye Wuji still refused to leave, so she had no choice but to go down the mountain by herself. When she came back the next day, Ye Wuji was nowhere to be seen on the mountain. It is said that a villager once met a pair of gods who looked like gods in the mountains during a snowstorm. They walked in the snow as if they were walking in their own garden, and sent the lost people out of the mountain.