He thought he was bewitched

Unexpectedly, facing the clear blue eyes of Shang Xuelang, Ye Shuyi was startled at first, and then seemed to want to hide his embarrassment, and turned his head away uncomfortably.

It's ridiculous to say that for a moment just now, he felt that all his dirty thoughts had nowhere to hide, and a snow wolf saw them all.

When the fog cleared, Fu Tingya quietly looked at the person in front of him, he didn't even dare to take a heavy breath, he just felt that the look in his eyes just now was like a curtain call of love and hatred, it was like a long time ago.

Looking back in the past, he suddenly remembered his appearance standing under the magnolia flower, with outstanding appearance, the jade tree facing the wind, the white clothes were clean, and the ice and snow were glazed.

It's a pity that time has hurt, and Fenghua is old.

After all, everything is different.

The general is no longer young, his hair has turned white in the wind and snow.

All kinds of torture in the world are not as good as at this moment. Things are right and wrong, and people don't know each other. Fu Tingya only feels like being cut by a knife and an axe. His eyes are clearly tearing, but he can only pretend to be calm, and slowly under the light and soft gesture of the other party Walk over slowly - like a real snow wolf with a little understanding of humanity.

Because I finally understand that all this is not so much a mistake, but rather that he is proud, arrogant, and finally stupid, failing to live up to his love.

The mist falls like a veil in the ice-blue sea of ​​flowers, and a mysterious black building gradually shows its true appearance. The shimmering clouds and shadows sway quietly on the mirror lake. The woman walks barefoot, and the sound of her clapping interrupts the moment of tranquility.

"The story is not bad, it's very nice to listen to." The woman said.

Fu Tingya was on alert, facing the woman's eyes, and stood in front of Ye Shuyi vigilantly.

Seeing this thought move, Ye Shuyi lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to smooth the hair on the side of Snow Wolf's neck, and put his other hand on the scabbard lightly.

However, on the surface, he was still very polite, and said respectfully: "I hope that senior will clear up the doubts."

"Of course I keep my word." The woman responded, pointing Fu Tingya's finger in the air, as light as a butterfly, and asked, "Did this snow wolf follow you here?"

Ye Shouyi's expression remained the same: "It's what brought the younger generation here."

"Are you going here to seek a chance for the person in your story?"

The woman's eyes did not stay on Fu Tingya, she turned to stare at Ye Shouyi, with a half-smile: "Even if he treats you like that?"

Although he couldn't hear the connection between the woman's two questions, Ye Shuyi still nodded, his eyes were calm and persistent.

"Don't be nervous, you should have heard the legend about the Luo family and the wolf god in Yunzhongshan before you found this place, but the legend is a legend after all, and I...never raise wolves here."

"Just like I don't raise wolves, what you have heard about Loger and the wolf god is not true. There is another way of saying it here."

"According to the popular stories, the princess is kind and beautiful, and the young man is infatuated and brave. The two finally lived happily on the snow mountain."

"But... born in the royal court, how can there be truly pure and kind people?"

"In my story, the princess has never been a good person. There were signs of chaos in the royal court of Beibei back then. It was a complete accident that she met the boy who was raised by wolves, but the princess knew at the time that this might be a turning point."

"There is no one on the grassland who does not worship wolves."

"It was used from the very beginning. The princess wanted the boy to submit to her as the incarnation of the wolf god to prove that the royal family is orthodox and irreplaceable. Unfortunately, she couldn't make it in time. In the end, she could only use the boy as a sharp blade of revenge— —”

"The princess aroused the youth's hatred by feigning death, and she found an opportunity to escape."

"She didn't expect that the boy could leave the grassland alive and find himself again, and he still has no regrets.

I had no choice but to pretend to be amnesia and get away with it.Sometimes she felt that the boy believed in her completely, but at other times, when she looked at the boy's dark and deep eyes, she felt that the boy actually understood everything. "

"The princess spent several years in fear and anxiety like this."

"Also poisoned the boy for several years."

"She can't trust the boy, and she can't tolerate her life being controlled by an illusory lie."

"On the day she gave birth, the boy finally suffered from poison. Before he died, he lightly rubbed the princess's cheek and said softly, "You still don't want to believe it. You just need to tell me about many things, and I will do them." , rebellion, and death too." At that time, the princess seemed to see clearly that the high-spirited young man now had scratches on his palms and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but his eyes were still affectionate, sincere and pure.Like a wolf. "

"Maybe it's retribution... The princess soon discovered that her two sons and daughters were infected with the poison and would not live past the age of 15."

"Poison is in the blood and is passed down from generation to generation."

"Xu Shi's dying words finally touched the softness of the princess's heart. She couldn't bear to look at her child.

So the princess spent ten years researching out a set of martial arts mental methods, which can suppress poison and prolong life. "

"However, the ninth layer of the mental method has flaws."

"There is no explanation for the consequences of that defect, except that it is a punishment from heaven.

The princess couldn't accept what she saw in front of her eyes, and she didn't want to admit that she was wrong and caused the punishment from the gods, so she drove... her child off the mountain. "

"However, the matter did not end there. After many years, the princess saw her eldest son again."

"And learned from the hateful narration of the eldest son that the curse... only the blood of the beloved can lift it."

"This is simply... too ridiculous, isn't it?" The woman closed her eyes and continued.

"Maybe you know the name of the princess. She is called Loger by the people on the grassland, which means beautiful Sauna flower."

After the woman finished speaking, she fixedly looked at Ye Shiyi until he opened his mouth and called out in a firm tone: "Loger."

This name is like the key to unlock the dusty past. The moment it was uttered, all the disguises were shattered. Finally, a kind of almost desperate sadness appeared on Loger's face. Almost frozen into ice, her voice choked up: "It's my fault...all of this..."

She cried and approached Ye Shuyi, beckoning: "My child... come here, let me see you..."

Ye Shiyi's expression moved slightly, and the accident happened at this moment. Logel suddenly pulled out a dagger in her hand, and she rushed straight at Ye Shuyi. Just as the sharp blade was about to be inserted, she was caught by the furious Snow Wolf. Biting his wrist mercilessly, Loger let go because of the severe pain, and the dagger fell.

Immediately afterwards, her body was knocked into the air by the snow wolf, and she crawled on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

She raised her head in disbelief, and as soon as she stood up, she met Fu Tingya's extremely cold eyes.

"you……"

"You obviously heard..."

Ye Shuyi stood on the spot, watching a man and a wolf who seemed to be confronting each other for a moment, then looked away calmly just now, he squatted down, trying to pick up the dagger that fell on the ground, but his hand seemed to be disobedient, and he grasped it all at once. empty.

After a moment of silence, Ye Shuyi stretched out his hand again.

What else can't be understood.

The so-called curse, Loger's words just now, and the inexplicably appearing snow wolf...

Thinking of the previous events, Ye Shuyi was in a daze, his teeth were almost bleeding, he stretched out his hand to get the dagger, but finally punched it hard on the snow.

In an instant, the snow and dust splashed, and the gravel pierced into the flesh, but he didn't seem to feel it, he just lowered his head and stared at the snow-white square inch in front of him.

Blossoms of blood bloomed.

Fu Tingya, if I haven't seen it through, you still have to follow like this, like a joke, how long will you humiliate me?

Do you have a conscience?