He thought he was bewitched

Loger slowly raised her upper body with her elbows on the ground. She lowered her head, her expression was covered by her loose long hair, and her raised shoulders trembled slightly.

However, the words that seemed to be squeezed out of the chest and abdomen were inexplicably contemptuous: "Ha——"

"What are you... who can stop me!?"

Only then did Fu Tingya see clearly——

She was actually laughing.

Suddenly facing a vicious and distorted face, Fu Tingya's mane stood up, roaring to get rid of the woman who looked like a ghost in front of him, Loger pounced again on all fours, his inner breath condensed into a sharp blade .

However, before he was about to cut the snow wolf's flesh and blood, he was resolutely blocked by a gentle and steady force. In the last scene before Fu Tingya fell into darkness, he saw Ye Shuyi alone in the snow, like a fairy in white clothes. Shi Shi gave him a look, cold and decisive.

The long and narrow blue wolf eyes closed slowly, and in the bright sunlight reflected by the snow light, a drop of transparent tear fell.

Ye Shuyi clasped Loger's neck tightly with one hand, and his whole body was almost oppressive: "It's true that the wolf god passed on his inner strength to you before he died, but you are an ordinary person who doesn't know martial arts...... you think you Can you beat me?"

Logear heard the sound of her bones rubbing, and she said intermittently: "You...you...stunned...he...he..."

Seeing that Loger's face turned blue due to shortness of breath, Ye Shiyi's expression didn't relax a bit: "He is your descendant."

"So I... want to save him." Loger's tone was light and airy, with a rising end, proud and presumptuous.

Ye Shuyi didn't react much when he heard the words, but the strength in his hand gradually loosened. Loger struggled slightly and fell to the ground. She rolled away for two weeks, and just now went to see Ye Shuyi, but saw the other party There is no intention of catching up at all.

"You're right, we have the same goal by different routes." Ye Shiyi approached Loger, condescendingly looked at her extremely defensive look, and felt extremely bored.

The light of the sky and the snow were shaking violently, and Loger knelt down and looked at Ye Shiyi: "The same goal by different routes? I thought there was no one as stupid as you in this world, and they all talked nicely..."

"What about the wolf god? His feelings for you are evidenced by life and death, isn't that enough?"

"He? Didn't he say those words in the end just to make me feel guilty? To let me know how ridiculous I am-how smart I am..."

"Is it really because you love me? I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

"But you still hope that his bloodline can continue." Ye Shuyi said lightly.

"I do not believe--"

On the verge of losing control, Loger seemed to have lost the thread that was pulling her madly. She opened her mouth weakly and sadly, and tears fell down. Only then did she see a line of blood red from Ye Shou's skirt.

"you--"

"You know how to save him."

"For me... just find a random place to bury it." Loger looked up at the man who fell towards him in a daze, and almost subconsciously reached out to catch him, and then touched the blood in his hand.

No wonder he asked himself those words just now, just to make sure that he would definitely save...the descendants of the wolf god.

On the vast snowy field, Loger is holding a comatose man in his arms, and a snow wolf is lying beside him. The sea of ​​ice blue flowers is swaying with the wind. Just now, all the noises seem to be hallucinations. Silence, and boundless solitude.

It took a long time before Loger started to move. She fumbled to pull out the dagger from Ye Shuyi's heart, and used a white porcelain vial to carefully touch the still warm blood drops on the dagger.

She was like a puppet who lost her soul when she was doing this, she just kept muttering: "More than 200 years..."

"I just realized..."

"Ah Man, it turns out that living is the punishment."

"I'm leaving now, can I still catch up with you?"

Loger's voice sounded like a dream.

Fu Tingya knew that he was in a dream.

The palace wall has become so high and deep again, like a cage of shackles that cannot be broken off forever.

He looked down at his shrinking hand, but couldn't help but hope that all this was true.

Because at that time, everything was not irreversible, and he could still wait for that person.

Then take him to Jiangnan.

Just as he was thinking, he was hit on the head suddenly. Fu Tingya immediately turned around vigilantly, but saw a pair of snow-white boots dangling in front of his eyes.

The thing that hit him fell down, Fu Tingya caught it casually, and looked down, it was a magnolia flower with intact petals and blooming brilliantly.

"Your Highness, why are you still in a daze?"

The owner of the boots tilted his head and showed a sincere smile: "Master, I will help you relieve your worries."

Fu Tingya looked at the young man in light armor sitting on the tall magnolia tree with ecstasy, his brows were still sharp and sharp, and there was a romantic look in his eyes, he had a smile on his lips, and his whole body was full of immature frivolity Uninhibited, full of those who can't look back in those years.

Later, the snow dyed the ends of his hair, and later the wind and frost piled up the corners of his eyes. Later, he gradually became more stable, gradually silent, and gradually became another person. He was the indestructible city wall of northern Xinjiang, a knife that came horizontally in the yellow sand, but he was no longer in the capital. Young man in fresh clothes and angry horse.

The branches and leaves are green and the magnolias are bright, not as good as the corners of his mouth in the dream at this moment, with a touch of vermilion.

So when he blinked his eyes, tears fell.

Fu Tingya hadn't come back to his senses yet, but the young man was in a hurry, and saw him falling down like a bird: "Don't cry... I'm just teasing you—"

With warm fingers wiping away the tears at the corners of his eyes, Fu Tingya grabbed it subconsciously...

"Master Fu, are you awake!?"

Yiyun pushed the door open and came in, and saw Fu Tingya sitting by the bed, before he had time to think about it, he yelled out in surprise, and then realized that something seemed wrong.

Fu Tingya looked up at him, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse: "How long have I been in a coma?"

Yiyun was shocked by the sense of decadence all over the other party's body at this moment, he knelt down on one knee, and replied cautiously: "You have been in a coma for more than a month... This place is the valley of poverty."

"What about him?"

Fu Tingya suppressed the despair and sadness surging in his heart, and asked in a hoarse voice.

It was clear that the preface and postscript did not refer to anything, but Yiyun immediately understood who Fu Tingya was talking about, and he said: "There is no news from the northern border."

"After all... you..." You withdrew everyone who stayed with him from Jing Yu Lou.

Yiyun hesitated for a while, but finally did not say the heart-wrenching words.

But just because of this pause, Fu Tingya remembered his decision at that time, and he clenched his back teeth, as if he could resist those knife-like regrets.

He didn't even know if he still had a chance to recover.

As the daylight turned and the room became dark, Fu Tingya felt like a ghost struggling to survive in hell. He had a hideous face, but he still kept a shameful extravagant hope in his heart.

"Yiyun, find some people to watch Zhuoma."

"I'm going to find him."