The cannon fodder of quick travel is dying again

Chapter 225
Ye Wushuang asked this question countless times in his dream, over and over again.

"How can I wash away my sins?"

"Ayin, tell me, how can you forgive me?"

She answered him seriously and cruelly.

"I want them all back."

The scene changed again, and in the dream, she asked desperately: "Ye Wushuang, do you hate me?"

Ye Wushuang hurriedly denied: "No, Ayin, I love you."

Zhaoyin laughed, his smile was desolate and broken: "If you love me, you will kill all my relatives and friends? If you love me, you will torture me and make me worse than death? Ye Wushuang, your hobbies are so heavy that they suffocate me and make me suffer. .”

"Ayin, I'm sorry."

Ye Wushuang woke up with a start. He was stunned for a long time. He stood up and rushed out of the palace gate quickly.

It was snowing in the north country, and the snow was so heavy that it fell like goose feathers one by one.

I don’t know how many days it rained.

The entire northern country was covered with a layer of silver.

Solemn, holy silver.

The frail young man leaned against the palace door, panting slightly.

He suddenly became quiet and almost stopped breathing.

Because the beautiful girl in the distance is dancing in the snow, her dancing steps are light, a dance he has never seen before, simple but attractive.

She didn't care about the white snow falling on her body.

A little white cat circled around her constantly.

Zhu Yin is like an elf who is inexperienced in the world.

With a pale face, he wanted to say a few words to her.

But he couldn't bear to break her mood and didn't know why she was dancing in the snow.

Ye Wushuang stared at her closely.

lest she disappear.

Her sleeves fluttered and her skirt danced lightly.

He was so far away from her, so far away that he couldn't even touch her.

She jumped to the climax and stopped suddenly, looked back at him, and chanted with a smile: "Ye Wushuang, I wish you prosperity, unparalleled in the world."

Not knowing where to start, she raised the sword, her eyes filled with relief that he had never seen before.

Zhu Yin thought of a better way to torture him.

A way to make her happy but make him miserable.

Ye Wushuang panicked for a moment, trying to stop her, but the girl had already scratched her porcelain white neck.

Blood slowly oozed from the neck that was whiter than snow.

"do not want!"

Ye Wushuang spat out blood, panting heavily, the white snow in front of him gradually became blurred.

He walked towards her with difficulty.

That year, he swallowed his anger and was bullied, and the girl came to him with light.

That year, girls were naive and defenseless.

"You see, my name is Xiao Cao, so you will be called Ye Zi."

"Ye Zi, you are so beautiful."

"Yezi, Madam Long punished me again!"

"I want candy!"

"I want roast chicken, roast chicken, roast chicken!"

"Yi Zi, your handwriting is so beautiful!"

She said: "The best in the world, unparalleled in the world."

Under the dazzling sunlight, the hand she stretched out to him was petite but firm.

She also said: "I will protect you from now on."

But as for him, because of his unreasonable hatred, he deceived her for more than ten years, set up this dragnet, and killed her relatives and friends one by one.

Waking up in the middle of the night, he was filled with regret and torment.

He personally pushed away the only person in the world who treated him sincerely.

His life was ridiculous.

Thousands of miles are frozen, and thousands of miles are snow drifting.

The man in snow-white clothes walked slowly in the snow. There was a sharp chill on his body, and his whole body was covered in snow-white.

Almost melting into this world of ice and snow.

He walked over step by step, and finally knelt down beside Zhu Yin.

She left him no words.

Shen Er lowered his eyes, white snow fell on his slender eyelashes, his expression was cold and calm, like a statue of a god.

The girl lay quietly on the snow, and Xiaobai nestled beside her, so peaceful that she looked uncomfortable.

There was still a smile on the corner of her mouth, as if sleeping peacefully.

Blood, Snow White.

Shen Guo gently caressed her eyebrows and eyes with his fingers, wanting to engrave her face into his mind, his movements were gentle and tender.

In the end, he gently kissed her cold forehead.

He smiled softly.

"Ayin, I'll take you home."

At this moment, the snow stopped.

(End of this chapter)