Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 162 Returning on a Snowy Night ([-])
Long night, cold weather with wind and snow.

The fifth Yaochu was lighting a bonfire in a certain cave in an unknown wilderness, ready to deal with it.

Although the exhaustion of fleeing kept coming to her heart, she still didn't dare to fall asleep.

Facing the firelight, facing the only warmth in the snowy night, Wu Yaochu opened his palm, and inside was a note with extremely chic and elegant handwriting.

"Tonight, go to the cave three miles to the east. I fled before midnight."

Wu Yaochu didn't know why he had to wait for that boy.

Obviously leaving at this time is the best choice. You don't have to bear any risks brought about by waiting, and you don't have to perform any of your obligations in the two-person transaction. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

This is of course the Fifth Family's style, so it's obviously not her style to wait here.

But when she thought of that mysterious boy, the boy who always brought her surprises, she was willing to change herself for some reason, and was willing to wait foolishly.

She wrapped Cao Bailu's coat around her body to resist the biting cold.She gripped the hem of the coat so hard she could pull out the folds.

【Why. . . 】

【What's wrong with me. . . 】

【I. . . 】

[I shouldn't be here. . . 】

Fifth Yaochu didn't know why, she lost her mind helplessly, she seemed to be returning from a long journey, even if she returned to her hometown, she could no longer face herself and her inner world as before.

This is a good thing and a bad thing.

Different people have different opinions.

After mechanically throwing a handful of matches into the bonfire, Wu Yaochu buried her head deeply between her bent knees, and took a long breath of cold air.

She couldn't let it go, and her mind was full of the boy's figure.

He killed her and saved her, which is very contradictory and not contradictory.

There is also his unique smell on the coat, which is a wonderful aroma mixed with herbs and flowers, which can make people feel at ease and concentrate.

Fifth Yaochu breathed heavily the warmth of the cold night, as if this could ease her restless heart.

Above the night, the dotted moon, together with the scattered stars, draws a lonely picture in the middle of the night.

The cold wind blows, and the strong wind pressure sound when it blows through the cave is like a crying baby, which makes people feel depressing and not forgetting the crime of being in the ears.

The bright moon hangs high, and the white moonlight is just an eternal pain in the hearts of foreigners and returnees, because this thousand-year moonlight will never belong to them.

Under the heavy snow, under the cold sky, there are countless waves in the long river of history, which is the most unforgettable imprint in the history books of the years.

Wu Yaochu was holding a bong, she wished that the boy could teleport to her side through the bong, just like when she was rescued before.

The bonfire was burning, accompanied by the sound of crackling firewood and the muffled sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.

The earth was extremely still.

She took out some sparks and lit the pipe.

There is not much tobacco in it, it seems that she should have gotten used to the smell of heartburn.

Although this thing is not traditional tobacco, it is not addictive, and it will not cause any damage to the human body, but after all, this thing has a great momentum. Once one is not careful, it will be ignited by this tobacco Bai Yan is full of meat and vegetables.

Fifth Yaochu smoked one cigarette after another.

Her thoughts drifted to the distance, to the area of ​​the Vinos River.

Midnight is almost here.

But outside the cave, there is nothing but the endless silver-clad plains.

The girl shook her head and stood up.

Today's wonderful experience can only be regarded as one more after-dinner conversation in a boring life.

After today, the fifth Yaochu will still be the fifth Yaochu, and the fifth family will still be the fifth family.

Nothing will change.

Wu Yaochu tightened her clothes, and put the bong on her slender waist.

Perhaps, if she is free, she will inquire about the origin of this young man. If it is not troublesome, she will convert her promise into real money and return it to the young man's relatives and friends.

It's just that all of this is based on her leisurely mind.

If you leave, you really have to leave here, if you don't leave, you will only take risks.

Stepping on the snow, walking alone.

Midnight has come.

Bonfires were stomped out indiscriminately.

Facing the heavy snow, Wu Yaochu was ready to embark on his own escape road again.

The sound of snowflakes blowing is vivid and polyphonic, like a symphony in the snowy night sky.

The sound of the wind fell, as if in the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth changed again.

Wu Yaochu opened her eyes wide. One second, she was mixed with mixed emotions of disappointment and sadness, but the next second, she couldn't believe the scene in front of her.

That young man, holding a paper lantern and dressed in white as before, stood in front of him at some point.

The point is not juveniles, or paper lanterns that somehow appear.

It is white clothes as before, no worldly burdens on the shoulders, no anxiety and worry that do not belong to teenagers.

Yes, it is Erliangxue that belongs to the world.

Fighting did not stain his body with a little blood.

The foreign land did not stain his soul with the slightest dust.

He was the same as before, with white clothes and no stains.

A certain great poet of Xixuan once said to Cao Bailu with a smile.

"If you don't know the snow on your shoulders, who in the world would dare to wear white clothes."

At that time, Cao Bailu just said with a smile.

But everyone in the world knows.

This sentence, on the contrary, is modest.

It's cold and snowy today.

Return at midnight.

(End of this chapter)