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Although the little flower demon at that time had practiced for thousands of years, he was still simple-minded, like an ignorant child, and followed the Snow Mountain God chattering every day.

Sometimes when she felt like playing, she would run into the valley to chase snow wolves and snow rabbits.

Occasionally, when I meet people who are lost in the snow, I will give them directions.

People mistakenly thought she was the Snow Mountain God and knelt down and kowtowed to her excitedly.

She didn't explain, but ran away smiling, taking away a cloud of snow.

Time passes slowly, years pass by, and before you know it, another thousand years have passed.

The little flower fairy is still innocent and happy.

But the Snow Mountain God's expression gradually became solemn.

One day, He said to the little flower fairy, "I am leaving."

The little flower demon asked: "Where are you going?"

The mountain god pointed to the world below and said, "Go to the human world to survive the catastrophe."

The little flower demon asked again: "Tribulation? What is a tribulation? Why do we have to go through a tribulation?"

The Snow Mountain God sighed and said, "Disaster is destined by fate. It is unavoidable. We can only accept it and resolve it."

The words were too profound for the little flower demon to understand, so she could only continue to ask: "How long will you be gone, and when will you be back?"

The mountain god looked a little confused. He was silent for a long time before saying, "I don't know."

The spiritual energy in this world is gradually decreasing, faith is lacking, the gods in this world are either ascending to heaven, or transcending tribulations, and many are gradually disappearing.

Even as powerful as the Snow Mountain God, he didn't know why this happened and could only sense that disaster was approaching.

But one's own calamity is in the human world.

He is going to face the calamity. If he succeeds, he can return to the throne of God. If he fails...

The usually heartless little flower fairy, for some reason, suddenly felt extremely sad at this moment.

She held the Snow Mountain God's sleeve and asked, "Can you take me with you?"

The Snow Mountain God smiled and stretched out his hand to ruffle her snow-white hair: "Little flower demon, you don't understand the dangers of the human world. It will be dangerous if you go there."

The little flower demon retorted boldly: "My Lord God, do you understand the dangers of the human world? Why can you go to the human world but I can't?"

The Snow Mountain God was choked by her words for a moment, then smiled again: "Perhaps it is precisely because I don't understand that I have to go to the mortal world. If I can get rid of the seven emotions and six desires, I can be considered a true god."

"Don't worry, little flower demon. Just wait for me here. This is where I was born. No matter where I am reborn, I will always come back here."

After He finished speaking, He turned into a shooting star and disappeared into the dark starry sky.

The vast snow-capped mountains remained the same, but without the great god, the little flower demon felt that the whole world had become different.

At this moment, the scene in front of Sang Feiwan's eyes changed, from the vast snowy area to the wealthy and prosperous capital of the Central Plains.

With a cry, the Snow Mountain God was born in a family of officials.

When he was born, the night was about to begin and the stars were dim. Hence, he was named Zhao Xinglan.

Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhao Xinglan grew up to be a handsome man. He was well-read and kind-hearted since childhood, and his family had high hopes for him, paving a path for him to rise to fame.

But for some reason, in countless nights, he always dreamed of a vast snowy area and many people kneeling and praying to him.

Maybe it was destiny, or maybe it was just a coincidence.

He refused the position assigned to him by his father and resolutely went to a remote place to serve as a county magistrate.

Later, he met a white-haired girl named Enshu.

The first time he saw her, when he saw the bruises all over her body under her thin clothes, he knew that she had suffered a lot of abuse.

He knew that there were many miserable people in this world, but the girl in front of him made him feel particularly distressed, so he impulsively asked for her.

At first, he thought that he looked at Enshu differently just because she looked like his younger sister who died young.

But the longer they spent together, the more he felt that Enshu gave him a sense of déjà vu.

It seemed as if they had spent countless days and nights together a long, long time ago.

He gave her the best clothes and food, and tried his best to make her forget the pain of the past.

If Enshu's life was dark in the 10 years before they met, then he hoped that he could be her light for the rest of his life.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't do it.

When he was lying in the cold snow with arrows all over his body, and saw her running towards him with a panicked look on her face, his heart ached so much.

——I want to be your light, but what will you do if I can’t hold on and go out?

"Xiao Shu...what would you do without me?"

I'm sorry... I can't protect you anymore...

Zhao Xinglan in the human world died, and the God of Snow Mountain returned.

When he just came back, he seemed to have returned to the state when he was first formed, with only a messy consciousness floating around and gathering on the top of the snow peak.

He could sense the wind blowing, the light falling, the snow drifting, but they had no substance, just like a cloud, a beam of light, a snowflake…

In a daze, he suddenly saw a thin figure.

Her long hair was wet by the snow and messed up by the cold wind.

Her thin clothes were covered in blood and mud, no longer pure. Her shoes and socks had long since fallen off, and she walked barefoot, step by step, in the freezing snow.

In an instant, all the memories of past and present lives came back to him, and he remembered her—Xiao Shu, the little flower fairy who had accompanied him for thousands of years!

The wind and snow were stronger and the temperature was lower on the mountainside. She was stiff all over and felt her life slipping away bit by bit.

Whose sighs fell in the wind and snow, condensing into an insoluble sorrow?

The next moment, the wind and snow were no longer cold, but instead were like gentle hands guiding her forward.

Finally reaching the top, she rummaged around in the snow for something.

Until dark, she still hadn't found what she was looking for, so she knelt in the snow and prayed silently.

He heard the prayer of her heart.

Over thousands of years, He had heard countless people praying countless times, but this was the first time He heard her prayer.

"Merciful God, please give me the sacred snow lotus, even just a petal! I am willing to exchange my life for my brother's resurrection."

It turned out that she was asking for it for herself!

But she didn't know that the snow lotus was her incarnation. She was reincarnated as a human, and the thousand-year-old snow lotus that originally grew on the top of the snow peak would naturally no longer appear.

She didn't even know that her brother had already been resurrected without her needing to be saved.

Her brother, at this moment, is a gust of breeze and a snowflake beside her ears.

The god she kept calling out to was her brother!

But her brother, her god, couldn't even say a word to her at this moment. He could only listen to her voice, watch her cry helplessly, feel the overwhelming sadness in her heart, and finally watch her walk down the mountain step by step.

He wanted to say to her, "Xiao Shu, don't leave. Stay and wait for your brother. Your brother will be back soon!"

But she could hear the whimpering of the wind and the sound of every snowflake falling, but she could not hear His cry.