snow every week

Chapter 46

With his cold chest, the breath as clear as snow in the mountains, and his strong arms, it is hard to believe that he is a dream.

In fact, the dream is also true, but it is not more tender than his present.

She wanted to complain and blame, but she had no energy left, so she could only cling to him, and for a long time, a sentence escaped from her lips.

"Snow Snow..."

The human snake whose eyes never see water was at a loss at first, when he called his name, he felt something in his chest was tightened, bringing a burst of pain that made the snake uncomfortable.

The south wind knows what I mean

He wanted to ask.

When I was away, was A Yuan hungry or afraid?

Later, he threatened those white-bearded old men and went home first, but the house was already empty, and he caught a wolf to question him, only to find out that A Yuan had already gone down the mountain.

It was so cold on the snow mountain, and Ah Yuan fell ill when he went down the mountain. Did those snow wolves make things difficult for him?

After going down the mountain, he went back to Ning Ningzong and Qing Qingzong, did those people treat him well?

But then he thought, it must be bad.

Otherwise, why would Ah Yuan be captured by some demon and return to his arms now.

With his former mind, he definitely could not have imagined so much, but after all, it was not a short time to go down the mountain, maybe it was because of his impatience, and he learned more and watched more, but he also benefited.

He wanted to say something pleasant, saying that we should not go back to the Ningningzong and Qingqingzong of Nalaoshizi, we will be cured and go back to the snow mountain.

But his tongue was still not sharp enough, before he could organize his words, A Yuan had already grabbed his collar, raised his sparkling eyes, and asked him in a hoarse voice: "You... went down the mountain... what happened afterwards? "

As he asked, he stretched out his hand to stroke the black hair on his sideburns. His wet and hot palm stuck to it, and he couldn't detect any trace of magic.

He groped down, but there was no sign of any scars.

Xuexue grabbed his hand hanging on his chest, lowered her eyelashes, and slowly replied: "No... misunderstanding..."

A mirror in a corner quietly shattered.

Song Yuan looked at his black eyelashes and pupils in bewilderment, his voice was trembling, no different from thousands of wives in the world who suspected that disaster was imminent: "What misunderstanding?"

He grasped the snake's hand tightly and forced out his black claws, with a bad premonition in his heart: "What kind of misunderstanding made them capture other people's husbands? What kind of misunderstanding made you become like this? Who is it, where is the bastard?!"

It is difficult for Xuexue to refute such words, Zhu Yimen is not a good thing in his heart, A Yuan's reasoning is his reasoning, and the bastard in A Yuan's heart is the one he wants to beat to death.

But right now he can't be killed, A Yuan is so angry, Xuexue is also very sad, so she lowered her face, honestly, like thousands of husbands in the world who are being questioned: "Call...Zhu Yimen of."

Song Yuan was startled for a long while, surprised, doubted, and regretted in turns, and finally his face drooped in despair.

Hearing Luo Puyun talk about Zhu Yi's people before, but he didn't realize that anyone would be so blatant, with obvious characteristics, to commit murder in the street, and later he heard about this sect in Bowen Building, and he didn't become suspicious.

But Zhu Yimen, one of the three sects, why do they do this?

Song Yuan couldn't think of any way to fight against such a behemoth.

He didn't know anything, and he didn't have time to worry about it. He pinched the fingertips of the human snake nervously, and forced himself to calm down: "Then...the Zhuyimen...what conditions do they open?"

Since they were willing to ask Xuexue to see him goodbye, they must ask for something.

But then he changed his tone again, as if he couldn't bear it: "No... first, you now..."

Xuexue clearly saw his thick eyelashes trembling, and then, a line of tears flowed from the left eaves, but fell like beads from the right eaves, "Why... Xuexue, does it hurt? "

He didn't even need to ask, he didn't need to guess, he could see through at a glance that this was not a cover-up technique. Who could understand the difference better than him in her husband's snow-white long hair that had been stroked thousands of times?

As a result, Xuexue opened her mouth, and the words she had memorized before were useless.

Of course it was very painful, the bones seemed to be crushed thousands of times and then reassembled, the blood was boiled dry again and again, the flesh was as useless as foam, and instantly turned to ashes when touched.

He thought at that time that if he survived, he would tell A Yuan that it hurt so much. He liked that A Yuan pitied him, that he frowned and applied medicine to himself, and that he looked a little angry, because he knew that A Yuan's There is love in pity.

But now, he can only lower his face and touch A Yuan's hair with his lips, so that he can't taste the smell, but he knows it must be bitter.

It turns out that if you are too pitiful, it will be bitter.

However, he didn't know if A Yuan would like him like this, A Yuan praised his hair and his tail, even though they were pale and boring.

Could it be that Ah Yuan just likes this?

When he thought this way, he felt apprehensive for a moment, and he wanted to hold A Yuan's hand, which was very small and soft to him, and then he had the courage to lie: "No, it doesn't hurt..."

He didn't dare to look at the heartbroken face that was dripping with tears, he retracted his fingers and claws, and groped carefully with his fingertips, avoiding gently, slowly and cunningly: "No one hit me..."

"Black...isn't it pretty?"

Xuexue has always been transparent in front of him.

Since he has enough energy to ask for praise, he should not have suffered a catastrophe.

How did Song Yuan know that the young and naive husband in his heart would learn this? Hearing this, he felt relieved, wiped his cheeks, and said in a hoarse voice: "...It's beautiful, Xuexue, it's beautiful..."

At this time Xuexue dared to look at him, she blinked slowly, looking at a handsome and gentle face surrounded by palms, he was not used to discussing with others, but said in that unworldly tone: "They said that there is a way to make Ah Yuan not hurt in the future..."

Song Yuan knew him, and didn't expect to get those complicated truths from him. Hearing this, he grabbed his wrist and smiled softly: "That's good, those people...the ones in red clothes, what do you do to you?" How about it?"

Xuexue didn't know how to avoid the serious and take the light, and he didn't know how to relieve the reluctance on the face of the person in front of him that he didn't understand. He just thought that A Yuan agreed, and agreed without any embarrassing torture, so he tried hard to make A Yuan happy. He didn't mention how those cages and red melting crystals burned the snake, he didn't know how the big red hand crushed him, and he didn't talk about how those white-bearded old men were so earnest. He stroked A Yuan's hand that he hadn't seen for a long, long time. , Tell him about the novelty at the foot of the mountain, the customs of Nanyue, and how those people from Zhuyimen worship.

He never lied to A Yuan, so he thought A Yuan was as naive as him.

He didn't know what his gentle and weak wife thought, he didn't know who A Yuan had drawn his sword to, and whose head he had beheaded.

They both had such deep love and sympathy for each other, so they didn't really exchange a word of heart.

The taciturn snake god on the snow mountain kept talking until his wife was in trouble.

Song Yuan thought too much, was exhausted physically and mentally, and couldn't resist the increasingly heavy drowsiness. The world was turned upside down. Whoever caught his body closed his eyelids, and he fell asleep.

Holding on to the sleeve of my lost and found husband.

Xuexue lowered her face, looking at the sleeve in embarrassment.

As if after thinking about it, he took out a crystal ball that was no longer that new.

The trees inside are green all year round, and the stream flows continuously.

Xuexue pushed it into A Yuan's hand, asking him to hold it.

Not to save the sleeves, of course the sleeves are not needed.

The human snake stared at him for a while, and something in his chest jumped up, bringing a burning feeling.

When he learned, when he learned that the ailment that was tormenting his wife and which would one day kill her could be removed, an old fire burned within him.

The fire was so powerful and overwhelming, which made him feel painful and disgusted. Red and yellow were mixed together, and a figure stood on the top of the opposite mountain.

The animal head is completely different from him.

But he knew that this was his brother.

Not only because they were born next to each other, but the blood will remind them.

Remind them that they are similar, remind them that they are different, remind them that they can kill each other.

Strange emotions ran through the veins, and it took one to devour the other to stop.

Like the protracted ancient wars that our ancestors waged, the magma will collide with the ice and snow countless times.

In the end, the first flake of snow on Buzhou Mountain fell after the cold elder brother strangled the fanatical younger brother to death.

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The plot will be explained later, it belongs to the category of a new mythology, if you can't accept it, just run.

Enter a more serious part, and emmm... some cold text will appear.

One person and one snake hug each other.

Xue (enjoying warm moments): My wife is so coaxing and cute

Xue (proud): Smart Xuexue

Yuan (smiling): I will kill everyone in Zhu Yimen