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There is no distinction between day and night in the Nine Heavens. The bell in the morning palace is a day, and the bright light is a year.

There are no four seasons on Buzhou Mountain. It snows all the year round and the fields are white.

Ying Zhou suddenly remembered.

He picked up Xiaobai on a new moon night, just like this moment.

On a certain hilltop of Wanli Buzhou Mountain, the real body of the white tiger at that time was not much bigger than this ball of fur.

Ying Zhou remembered that he should be holding a red umbrella, which he won by playing chess with the little boy in the Marriage Department.

Same color as the red thread, very nice looking.

A lot of snow had fallen on the young white tiger, lying quietly in the snow, as if it was about to be submerged and buried with time, Ying Zhou thought he was dead.

Like most gods, he doesn't feel sad about death.

Because life turns around and starts again and again. Death is the end, but it is also a new beginning. It is the most ruthless, but also the most gentle fairness that this world gives to all things.

Buzhou Mountain is the boundary between humans and monsters. Every day, monsters try to cross this line and enter the human world, but most of them will be blocked by the barrier and cannot enter the mountain at all.This white tiger was able to get here, which is already very remarkable.

It's not a great demon power, it's a great fate.

Because of this fate, Ying Zhou wanted to bury him.

But just as he moved a step, the white tiger suddenly opened his eyes, the golden pupils were particularly eye-catching in the snow in the night.

At that time, the place where Ying Zhou lived did not have bright yellow ice flower fields, nor green and tender bamboo huts. Looking up, it was desolate.

Probably because it is too desolate, he has a good impression of brightly colored things, such as the vermilion umbrella in his hand, or the golden pupils of the white tiger.

So he picked up the white tiger.

He completely ignored Bai Hu's resisting gaze. Anyway, he was seriously injured at that time, and was as weak as a cat, unable to struggle at all.

The memory of 600 years ago overlaps with this moment, the crescent moon in the sky, the snow on the ground, and the sadness and resistance in those golden eyes.

"Xiaobai..." Ying Zhou stretched out his hand, trying to hug him.

Xiaobai curled up his paws, wanted to move, but couldn't, so he closed his eyes.

He has come to his senses, but he would rather he is still in a dream.

The battle not far away is still going on.

The blood spilled from Xu Boyuan's waist fell on the ice, like red plum blossoms blooming in winter.

A'Zhu was bitten by the golden dragon again, this time on his back, directly causing all eight of his legs to lose consciousness, Xu Boyuan lowered his center of gravity, slid forward, and the sharp blade sliced ​​off one of A'Zhu's legs!

Sticky, foul-smelling green blood rushed to his face, dousing him all over his head.

Xu Boyuan didn't pause for a moment, and didn't give Ah Zhu a chance to grow again. He turned around and struck repeatedly. After the silver sword shadow passed, Ah Zhu's four left legs were all severed, and his body fell sideways. Wear his body!

But at this moment, they were too close.Xu Boyuan was almost attached to the spider's belly, A'Zhu opened his jaws, and spit out a handful of white silk towards Xu Boyuan!

Xu Boyuan immediately let go of the sword and dodged to dodge, but one step too late, the spider silk stuck to his right arm, A'Zhu's other four legs bounced off the ground with force, a pair of sharp pincers plunged into Xu Boyuan's shoulder, and bit hard!

"Chi -" is the sound of flesh and blood being pierced.

Xu Boyuan almost bit the tip of his tongue, so he could not kneel down on the spot.

He held the sword stuck in Ah Zhu's belly with his left hand, and directly embraced the giant spider's head with his right hand. He pulled the sword towards him with all his strength. The blade of the sword broke through the spider's not-so-hard shell, and slid directly from the abdomen to the head. On the joints with the body!The golden dragon's body soared in an instant, the dragon shadow soared into the air, and then swooped down from the air. The huge dragon's mouth penetrated A'Zhu's body from top to bottom!

A'Zhu's body convulsed violently, it lasted less than a breath, and then she stopped moving.

died.

Xu Boyuan's eyes gradually blurred, and his palms were pricked by the needle-like sharp bristles on the spider's body, leaving a mess.

He pushed away A'Zhu's head that was still biting on him, frowned, a little disgusted.

He stood there for a while, and found the baby in the increasingly chaotic field of vision.

Then he walked over with his sword, and the tip of the sword left a shallow groove on the ice, with red and green in it.

The baby was already too weak to cry, and he couldn't resist like he did during the day. Xu Boyuan knelt on the ground on one knee, beside the baby, lowered his head, moved his lips, but didn't make a sound.

The blade fell again, and the baby's blood was red.

He wanted to get up and go to Ying Zhou's side.

But the blood in his body seemed to be frozen, he couldn't stand up, he couldn't even move his fingers.

It obviously didn't move, but the world was spinning.

Above the capital city, the golden light barrier was lit up again, as bright as fireworks rising slowly.

Ying Zhou came back to his senses after being stabbed by the light, slowly raised his head, and saw Xu Boyuan collapsed in the middle of countless hideous human heads on the ice not far away.

On the towering main ridge of Taiming Hall, a figure in black stood alone.

His face was illuminated by the golden light rising towards the sky, as sharp as a line cut by a blade, and his pupils were as red as a waveless sea of ​​blood.

It is the same.

A pair of slender catkins protruded from behind him, and the white and soft arms under the red clothes encircled his thin waist.

Shu Mei leaned her head on his shoulder and said with a smile, "The tarantula is dead."

Si Tong also hooked his lips, "In order to preserve the soul of that woman, he fed her the demon pill, and almost lost her cultivation base. He thought I wouldn't know."

Shu Mei mocked: "It's really stupid."

Sitong held the soft and boneless hand at his waist, half-closed his eyelids, with a half-smile on his face, "It's stupid to sacrifice for such a boring thing."

Shu Mei took advantage of the opportunity to go around in front of him, and leaned into his arms. Her Danko-painted nails were gently circling on his chest through the clothes, her movements were like voices, and her tenderness was like water.

Sitong looked down at her and asked, "How are Shu Liang and Fan Ye doing?"

Shu Mei said: "It's almost there, Ah Liang's illusion is more exquisite than mine, even Bu Zhou Shan Jun can't see through it here, let alone a mortal."

There was a faint light in Sitong's eyes, "Even I can't see through Shuliang's attack."

The tips of Shumei's eyebrows were pressed imperceptibly.

Sitong raised his eyes, looked at Chongluan with the eaves hidden in the darkness, and said casually: "Although you are twins, your temperaments are completely different. I can't see through her."

"A-Liang just talks less, but he always listens to me." Shu Mei hooked his neck, hung her whole body up intimately, and whispered in his ear, "And I listen to you the most." .”

Sitong was obviously satisfied with this answer.

He tilted his head slightly, lifted her chin, lowered his head on the bright red full lips, and touched her lightly.

It's a reward.

In the darkness beneath their feet, countless sparks were burning.

The cacophony of shouts became louder and louder, spreading outward from the emperor's bedroom.

The entire palace woke up from the darkness.

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