Between the clouds, as deep as the sea

"Wolf King Huan, he must want to see you die more than I do!"

The next moment, the Snow Demon circled behind Ling Han, with Bai Sha's arms gently embracing Ling Han's neck, and a cool breath exuding a delicate fragrance blew out beside his unbelievable face:

"As for Huan, don't you have any doubts? Why did he find you? Why, as the king of the wolf clan, has no spiritual power of fire in his body?"

Cold palms covered Ling Han's eyes, blue lotuses bloomed from Bai Yu's fingertips, and the Snow Demon whispered in his ear:

"Adults may wish to take a look at this old story."

Ling Han's eyes once again plunged into darkness, and then faint blue spots of light emerged one after another. The blurry picture was like a long-ago dream, at first it was only a faint outline, and then his vision gradually became clear, making people feel as if they were in the scene:

It is still the familiar Jixue Peak, the familiar heavy snow, in this quiet and blank world, far away, a red figure is slowly walking.

He trekked very hard in the snow, but he kept walking towards the deepest and coldest place in the snow mountain.

The man got closer and closer, and Ling Han finally saw clearly: the man was dressed in black, with a hood, and was carrying a slender figure in blue clothes on his back, while the red body seen in the distance was actually from The flames burning from his body, strangely, the flames did not burn his skin.

As he walked, the man staggered and half-kneeled on the ground, the black hood slipped off, and a familiar face was revealed under the long silver hair.

"Big dog!"

Ling Han couldn't help screaming, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter it, and Huan, who was right in front of him, turned a blind eye to him.Ling Han knew that what he saw in front of him was just an illusion created by the snow demon, and what reappeared in the illusion should be the "old past" after he died in the game.

Huan Ban knelt on the ground and panted heavily. It can be seen that although the flames from his body would not burn him, it was consuming his physical strength. Even so, Huan still firmly protected the person on his back with one hand. , not to let the snow dust contaminate him in the slightest.

The ashes of the flames fell into the snow, melting the snow surface to form small puddles. In one of the puddles, a green bud emerged tremblingly. The green bud stretched out its small leaves and opened. A small blue lotus flower appeared.

The little lotus was trembling in the wind, making a whining sound like a child, but the sound was too weak to attract Huan's attention, so Huan got up after resting for a while and continued to walk. The little lotus seemed to be in a hurry. The leaves and petals trembled, and it frantically regenerated a slender vine, wrapping around Huan's ankle.

The high temperature on Huan's body made the vines tremble, but its icy touch made Huan, who was scorching hot due to the burst of all the fire-type spiritual power in an instant, feel a little cool and comfortable.

The little lotus successfully attracted Huan's attention. He looked down at the invisible vines and the little blue lotus at his feet for a moment, and said:

"Lonely Snow Youlian... Are you a Snow Demon?"

Little Lianhua uttered a groan, which was the answer.

"Sorry," Huan said with downcast eyes, "In order to fulfill his wish, I finally sacrificed you all."

"Why should the wolf king apologize?" The little lotus straightened its stems and leaves in the wind and snow, as if the flowers had grown a bit, and made a childish voice: "Master Si Ling is the meaning of our existence, Our sacrifices are worth nothing."

"Wolf King, please bow your head."

Huan heard the words half-knelt down and approached the little lotus.

The little lotus stretched out its stems and leaves, and put the petals on Huan's hot forehead. The faint blue petals seemed to turn into dots of fluorescent light, dispelling the flames around Huan.Little Lotus said:

"My power has been exhausted. Even relying on the spiritual power contained in Xuefeng, it will take at least a thousand years to recover. But you are different, Wolf King. You have absorbed our power, and I will borrow Xuefeng's spiritual power to You, you'll recover faster."

"You freeze the adult's body here, and after 500 years, when the door to another world opens, you go find the reincarnated soul of the adult, bring it back here, and then resurrect him."

The voice of the little lotus gradually weakened, and finally the light dissipated. It turned into a lotus seed and fell into the snow, and the flames all over Huan's body were also extinguished. He put the person on his back on the snow and carefully brushed it off. Frost, straightened his clothes and hair.

Huan, who had lost the spiritual power of the fire element, could no longer use the Yanyang saw, so he could only let the long knife penetrate Si Lingjun's chest, forming an ice coffin, and placing the priest in the depths of Jixue Peak.

What happened after that was like a revolving lantern in front of my eyes:

After the fall of the priests, ghosts and demons continued to run rampant in the Yunjian Kingdom. For a hundred years, the people of the Yunjian Kingdom were in dire straits.And in the distant Silent Snow Peak, the little lotus seeds dormant under the ice and snow grow up silently.The wolf king who killed the priests never appeared again, and even the wolf tribe who was named as a traitor disappeared from the clouds. , day after day, year after year, until one day 500 years later, when the gate of time and space opened, he finally met his old friend who was in a state of embarrassment at that dim intersection...

"Understood, we have been looking forward to the return of the priest Si Lingjun, especially Huan. He waited alone for 500 years, and finally brought you back from another world."

The snow demon's cold and soft voice echoed in his ears, unknowingly, the vines that bound Ling Han pulled him above the sleeping person in the ice coffin, Ling Han pressed his forehead against that identical face, and heard the snow demon's voice His ear continued:

"You are Mr. Si Ling, but you are not. To be precise, you are just a medicine that Huan brought back. What he wants, in fact, is the person in front of you."

More and more vines entangled, wrapping Ling Han and the person in the coffin into a thick cocoon. At first Ling Han could still struggle a few times, but those vines stretched out dense barbs and pierced into the coffin. His body, they greedily sucked Ling Han's life energy, together with his soul, was also pulled away little by little, and injected into another body.

One second before he lost consciousness, he saw the eyes of the person under him opened, and then Ling Han fell into a void-like world.

There is a mist like white snow, and the breeze blows away some clouds and smoke. Ling Han looks around and tries to walk a few steps, only to realize that he is like stepping on cotton.

Taking a closer look at his feet, Ling Han exclaimed "Oh my god", his feet softened, and he almost sat down:

"I can't be real, ascended to heaven... right?"

It turned out that the white mist around him was actually the white clouds in the sky. He was really in the "clouds" at the moment, with his feet hanging in the air, and the tall buildings and busy traffic under his feet were vaguely the world he had lived in. .

"Hello, Ling Han."

A familiar voice pulled Ling Han's thinking not far away.

There, a priest in a sky-blue elegant dress stood facing the wind, with his long sleeves fluttering, and the white crane wings in his sleeves were about to fly. He had the same appearance, but the person in front of him was an out-and-out male god. , looking like a dick.

Ling Han sighed deeply in his heart, thinking, this is probably the so-called "the key depends on temperament".

The priest of Yushu Linfeng gracefully arranged his long hair that was blown by the wind, and said:

"This is the land of my dreams."

Ling Han burst out laughing:

"What about the land of dreams? Why are we both dead ghosts, and it's almost like being called the underworld."

Si Lingjun tilted his head when he heard the words, and then smiled too. His eyes were black and white, and his smile looked particularly bright.

"You're right, but not entirely right. For me, this place is indeed a hellish place, but you still have a long time in your life."

Hearing this, Ling Han curled his lips and said:

"Come on, you, to be precise, should be the cub I worked so hard to raise back then, and now one or two chasers are coming to kill me."

"I'm sorry, Ling Han." Si Lingjun stared at Ling Han and said: "Back then, everything here should have come to an end with my death. I didn't expect that their obsession was so deep that it affected the real world. world."

"If I continue to stay, the order of time and space will definitely be disrupted. Therefore, Ling Han, you must go back, return to your world, to end everything here."

"Go back?" Ling Han shrugged and said, "I won't do it, I will stay here, as Snow Demon said, if I go back, I will be stabbed by the big dog immediately... ah!"

"Death" has not yet been said, suddenly the whole world began to shake violently, the surrounding white clouds seemed to be split by something and fell down, hitting the body like ice, cold and hard.

Ling Han saw that the scene in front of him was shattered like glass while the sky was spinning, and Si Lingjun was also shattered into crystal light spots like a glass doll.

Before the land of dreams collapsed, Ling Han heard Si Lingjun's voice resounding in the distance:

"Perhaps, the end here will be a new starting point..."