snow every week

Chapter 1

Outside the Northwest Sea, in the corner of the Great Wilderness, there are mountains that do not fit together.

"The red-haired leader with a human head and a snake body got angry, thinking how stupid the people of these tribes are, I want them to really see my determination, so he rode a flying dragon, aimed at Buzhou Mountain, and shouted:' Even if I die, I will go'..."

The audience immediately burst into laughter.

The meddlesome man laughed loudly and said: "You old fellow is confused, it is clearly the words of Kong Tiger, how can you tell them to be Gong Gong's words!"

The old man is here: "The little old man has never met Mr. Gonggong, but his state of mind should be the same..."

This place is remote, and the news is not circulated, so listening to people's stories has become a good pastime, but it is not surprising that the story of Buzhou Mountain has been told thousands of times, and it is necessary to add fuel and vinegar, and create side effects.

Therefore, even though they were scolding, the last time they said that Gonggong caught the turtle in the weak water was full of seats.

"Pu Yun, Pu Yun? How are you doing?" The person opposite stretched out his palm and shook it twice in front of his eyes.

Luo Puyun came back to his senses, but he didn't want to look at the person in front of him, so he had to cast his eyes out of the window.

Every time he came back, he booked this seat, just because this seat can see a small snow peak in the distance.

Luo Puyun was silent for a moment, then said: "The young master will not agree."

Hearing the words, the expression of the person on the other side also sank: "What exactly is he going to do? With such help from you, he refuses to stay by your side, but spends it in this cold and remote place. When will such a great cause..."

Luo Puyun interrupted him: "Don't talk about it, what about the young master is not something we can talk about."

But he was obviously not reconciled, and turned his eyes out of the window for a moment, before saying: "The most important thing is to find the young master."

The person opposite looked even more angry: "Look for it? Where do you go to find it? Three years after three years, who can go up? When will you find that the barrier is weak, and where will you find a golden core monk to try to break it for you?"

"He is a member of our way, so why pretend to be a righteous hypocrite, it is clear that he himself left people in..."

"That's enough," Luo Puyun stood up, "I think you don't want to live anymore, and you've been talking about the young master again and again."

Seeing that his expression was condensed and the fire in his heart was extinguished, the person on the other side felt chills all over his body, and said in a low voice: "I'm also thinking about you, why are you angry if he can hear something from thousands of miles away... ok , you are amazing, and it is not rare for you to ask me, a little person, to help, but I will not come here again."

After he finished speaking, he stood up to leave.

What are you talking about, Luo Puyun frowned and went to hold his wrist, not sharp in tongue, so he had to explain.

"I'm not angry with you. Don't look at the cold and remote place here, but the young master doesn't just let me stay here alone. It's okay for you to speak and act in front of me. What if others listen to it?"

The person opposite looked at him for a moment, then shook off his hand, and said in a muffled voice, "I really don't know what he thinks..."

Luo Puyun's eyes drifted to the pure white snow peak again.

"Yeah, I really don't know what he thinks."

After the collapse of Buzhou Mountain, abundant spiritual energy has been released from the inconsistencies, and it is said that it is said that it can make everyone in the cultivation world envious. Immediately afterwards, it is extremely cold all year round, a huge and terrifying beast, and even more The natural enchantment casted by heaven, material, earth treasure, celestial light and divine incense, the chill cannot be stopped by magic weapons, monks with a slightly lower cultivation level can freeze to death in the middle of the mountain without even touching the enchantment.

Hearing that the snow-white mountain peak is even more extremely cold, even if the world's mightiest people go there, they can only circle the barrier twice, and have no choice but to leave.

In such a place, if those who go up fail to come down for a while, I am afraid they will never be able to come down again.

Only those who are alive regret it.

In the wind and snow, in the storm, Song Yuan felt his flesh and blood turned to ice, and he no longer even had the strength to tremble while lying on the boulder. He looked at the young man beside him.

"Junior brother, you go first."

His young and handsome junior brother was pale from the cold, his lips were black and purple, and he held a jade box in his arms. His eyes didn't stop on him, but his face was lowered: "Senior brother, I can't abandon you."

Song Yuan looked at him, as if he had seen this scene many times, and it took him a long time before he breathed out a word from his lips.

"Cheng Xing, my spiritual power is exhausted, you go first, cough, go and move someone to save me first."

Ruan Chengxing raised his head abruptly, looked at him with red eyes for a moment, closed his eyes, and squeezed out a tear, which quickly turned into an ice edge and was swept away by the strong wind.

He picked the whole spirit lotus for his junior brother, and blocked the full blow of the fierce beast for him. He was already seriously injured, and he was in this extremely cold place. Both of them knew each other well that if they went this time, they might not be able to save them again.

It really shouldn't be, but there is a glimmer of hope in Song Yuan's heart.

Junior brother is better than him in everything, better in talent, purer in sword, smarter in mind, and better in popularity than he. He can often turn bad luck into good luck. .

Ruan Chengxing opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, he shook his icy hand, and said, "Senior brother, wait for me."

He said: "Brother, wait for me, I will definitely come back to save you."

Then he walked away, and his figure disappeared into the snow-white sky.

Song Yuan looked at the direction he was leaving, and coughed again, but he couldn't stop, and eventually he didn't even have the strength to climb the boulder. He tried his best to hold on to the snow, and coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of meat.

It's warm and hot.

Or rather, cold as hell.

help me.

How to save me?Just collect the body for me.

Who will come to collect my body?

"Ah..."

It doesn't matter if you call the soul, it turns out that Bu Zhoushan's soul is unattached.

"Yuan..."

It's so hot I'm almost sweating.

Maybe it's blood, how can a dying person sweat.

"Yuan..."

His lips froze, and he opened his eyes in an instant, escaped from the nightmare, and woke up.

a face.

An extremely handsome and bewitching face, really handsome, his face is more exquisitely sculpted than the number one handsome man recognized in the cultivation world, making one wonder if Nuwa should use him as a comparison when creating a human being, but his eyebrows, eyelashes and hair on the temples are as white as Xue's pupils are translucent red, which makes her appear very bewitching.Fortunately, his demeanor was indifferent, and his temperament was as high and pure as Buzhou Zhixue, which offset a bit of the strange feeling.

Walking on the street with this appearance, he would definitely be called some kind of monster, but when Song Yuan saw it, the chill brought by the nightmare suddenly disappeared, and instead, a soft warmth like melting snow surged into his heart .

A tall and handsome monster with a cute name.

"Xuexue?"

The person in front of him showed a loving expression as if being melted, lowered his snowy eyelashes like a small fan, wrapped him more tightly with warm fur, leaned over again, and kissed his lips carefully: "A Yuan, hot ...cold?"

Wooden walls, fireplace, furs, like a forester's home.

Song Yuan was still in shock, his eyes wandered around the familiar little house, and finally returned to the person in front of him, seeing him fully dressed, silent for a moment, still unable to bear the heat, he whispered: "Hot, you hold me."

He has settled here for several years, and has been married for several years.

Although he has no parents to worship, and no family and friends to bless him, he is married after all.

It's just that his husband is different from others, and his new house is also different from others.

But one thing is the same, there is no past in front of her husband's words, and she is cautious and respectful in front of others.

Hearing his words, the other party gave a small shy smile, turned his back, took off his clothes rustlingly, brushed away his thick and smooth snow-colored long hair, revealing his broad arms and snow-white flesh , under a narrow waist...

Song Yuan let himself lean on the hill made of rabbit fur mattresses, his jade-white face was buried in the long and soft rabbit fur, the thick black hair compared with the rabbit fur, it seemed that the person trapped inside was especially soft, his dantian was like The scorching fire made him flush, but he was used to it, but he half closed his eyes and thought in difficulty: what.

Underneath is the buttocks?No, his husband is different from ordinary people.

After taking off the clothes and removing the spells, the other party turned around slowly, and saw that under the narrow waist was a thick, long, powerful, frightening white snake tail glowing with pearls.

It was a human snake.

There was no look of horror on Song Yuan's face, he stared at him for a while, and laughed when Xuexue was at a loss trying to check whether his snake tail was beautiful enough, he slowly stretched his hands, his cheeks were flushed, and the corners of his lips were hanging. With a lazy smile, she showed a kind of softness that seduces the snake's heart: "Xuexue, it's so hot, come here."

The pure-tempered human snake has never been able to stand the temptation of his wife from the bottom of the mountain, and hastily swam over to cool him down with his cold body all year round. He is very familiar with it, and his upper body is also pressed extremely tightly, in exchange for an approving touch.

Is it so pleasant?

But with Xuexue, he doesn't have to endure the pain of being burned by fire, and he still has the leisure to question his little alien husband.

Song Yuan looked at his usually cold face, wrapped his fiery soft arms around him, and kissed his cold cheek with a smile: "Why are you dressed so nicely today, what is my Xuexue going to do?"

It was extremely cold on Buzhou Mountain, but Xuexue dug up the fairy grass that sips ice and snow, planted them in a circle, and killed all the vicious beasts that were slightly threatening nearby, creating such a small world of outdoor peach gardens, raising them After listening to his request, he pretended to be a human and went down the mountain to buy some new house, so that his wife could live willingly for a long time.

Although Song Yuan didn't intend to go down the mountain at all.

Buzhou is a place of bitter cold and scarcity, but he is a monk, and he already has bigu, so except for some things he cannot control, he has almost nothing to ask for, and he has long since lost his nostalgia for life at the bottom of the mountain.

But Xuexue didn't know that he didn't want to go down the mountain, so he used magic tricks to pretend to go down the mountain once, and just in time for a festival, she was startled by the prosperity of human beings, and after a while, she heard a mountain king abducted her in a restaurant The story of Miss Guanjia filled my little heart with worries.

Song Yuan was extremely tired that night, leaning on Xuexue's chest, Xuexue obediently brushed away the hair sticking to his cheeks, it was covered with cold blood, but even after being ironed by his body-heated wife, he could still feel the heat in his heart Yes, I didn't hold back, I still rubbed.

Yuan, very good.

"A Yuan...going down the mountain?"

The first character he learned was Song Yuan's name, so he had to think for a while when he said other words, but "A Yuan" could be blurted out.

"Going down the mountain? Do you want me to go down the mountain, Xuexue?"

Xuexue would not pretend to be generous, after a moment of silence, he lowered his eyes and shook his head honestly.

But there are many people at the foot of the mountain, many beautiful things, and delicious snacks. Xuexue can't think of anything better than them on the mountain.

"Mountain... go down..."

Song Yuan looked at him, and thought of some people he knew in the past, people who concealed all kinds of temptations, and people who needed to guess hard to figure out a little bit of people's hearts.

Make him so tired.

So he was also honest, and this voice was so gentle and sweet in the ears of his young alien husband, it made his cold blood warm up: "No, Xuexue, the mountain is good, but with you on the mountain, it is better than that." Everything is good under the mountain."

Song Yuan paused, then rubbed against her husband's cold and clean chest, his gaze was blank for a moment, but soon, he whispered softly: "Xuexue, forever, I will always be with you."

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Xuexue: Wife

Xuexue: Can you tell me the story of how I picked you up?

Note: There should be no turtles in weak water

This article should be quite slow, write happily, but I won’t give up.

If you don't like to watch, you must leave, don't endure to watch something you don't like.

A lot of memories, a lot, because Yuanyuan and Xuexue got married at the beginning of the game, wives, you know what, I will always have his husband who doesn’t know where he died, I will like it anyway, whoever doesn’t like it will be raised Stomach (bushi, whoever doesn't like it, go away, being thundered is none of my business.

I will try my best to write it fragrantly, but if it is not fragrant, there is nothing I can do, because I am too lazy, it is best not to provide writing guidance, and she will not jump up and hit your knee if you kick an author who is paralyzed on the ground. Will turn over and cry on the floor.