Wei Yangmou

I have always known that it is a person who does great things, and the love of his children will make him happy, but it is not necessary. Just like in the previous life, even if he dies for decades, he will still live well.

In the meeting with Qu Wuyin six years ago, the other party did not give him any more pills, but only talked about the time when he had to go to the extreme north.

Although he said it tactfully, he still knew that he would not die for a while, but he couldn't get better.

To be honest, this was quite unexpected, but every time he thought of Qu Wuyin's words, he always felt his hairs stand on end.

If it was simply burned to death, it would be fine, how could the flesh and blood be scalded and injured and then scabbed. Could it be that even if he was alive in the end, he would have to be completely unrecognizable?

Just thinking about such a scene makes me unbearable. Even though he is a man, the person he loves is extremely handsome and rich in the world. If he will be so ugly one day...

I would rather dig a nest in the snow and bury myself.

I just hope that I can be a little patient, don't be in a hurry to accept the concubine, and come back after he cleans up the bug in his body——

In fact, what he was more worried about was not to come to him. Now that he was going to the extreme north, with his speed, even if he was seven or eight days late, he could still catch up with him.

I still think that I am a person who does great things, but in this life, I always show the importance of myself and him so nakedly and frankly, so that occasionally I will have a little bit of illusion, as if I am more important than myself. This country is much more important.

However, even he himself finds this idea ridiculous, but there is always a thought buried in his heart, telling him that this kind of conjecture is actually not so ridiculous...

He chose a corner and changed his clothes neatly, and even brought only a few dark clothes to hide his whereabouts. Walking in the snow, he became thinner and thinner.

The so-called extreme north means that the further you go, the colder it is. The snow at the front is still soft, and the further you go, even the snow hardens. There is a thick layer of ice on the surface. up.

At first it was still fresh, but with his footsteps, he had already walked nearly a thousand miles when it was dark, and he couldn't even see the fire from the Huns, and there was not even a panting movement around him, only the whistling of the wind was left. It sounded like weeping.

On the contrary, the surroundings became more and more dead silent, and as far as the eyes could see, there was a vast expanse, and he couldn't help but feel the loneliness of being alone in the world.

I didn’t even bother to light the fire, so I chose a tree with a crooked neck. The tree was not tall, only an inch or two taller than his stature, and the lower half was buried in the snow. short.

Lying on his back, the wind mixed with the ice particles blew over, like tiny needles, slicing across his face one by one, even though he felt like his skin was broken and bleeding, he couldn't help but look up. He touched it with his hand, but the temperature in his palm was a little hot. He had been suffering from fever for more than half of the time in the past three years, and the skin on his chest had rotted marks.

It seems that I miss him a little...

The hand touching his cheek slowly moved to his eyes, the feeling of emptiness in his heart was very unbearable, this was completely different from the usual separation, it was just a few hours away, but now his return date is uncertain, even whether he has a return date It's all unknown.

The boundless emptiness in his heart made him couldn't help sighing repeatedly. He had never missed someone so urgently like now, and even wanted to... use snow to create one...

Staring at the thick snow on the ground, his fingers are about to move. He is not afraid of the cold now, and even likes the cold. He doesn't feel anything even if he rolls in the snow. Building a snowman...it should be fine...

Jumping off the tree, his feet soon sank into the snow. He doubted whether the snow would not be able to step on it any further.

Because of the ice crystals on the snow surface, the soft white snow could only be pulled out inside, and the surroundings became caves after a while, which were actually much warmer than the outside.

The high temperature in his hands never fades, and the surface of the snowman melted by his touch is very smooth, but no matter how he piles it up, the snowman has nothing to do with it.

Disappointed, he looked at the snowman in a daze. The snow in his hand had melted and he didn't notice it. The water dripped down, wet the corner of his clothes, and smeared a dark water stain on the snow.

"The more you live, the more you go back..."

He muttered, he is not good at painting, even if his thoughts are crazy, he really can't create a miracle.

However, after this tossing, the sky was getting brighter, and the night passed like this, it was not too difficult.

I thought to myself, I can't say that I have piled up all the way, and when I reach the extreme north, maybe I can really show a little bit of charm.

Touching the head of the snowman, which looked nothing like it at all, he smiled helplessly, put the package hanging on the branch on his back, and continued to go north.

As he walked along the way, the kettle beside him was always warm. He didn't feel it, but his body temperature was really hot. The temperature passed into the kettle through his clothes, and the entrance didn't even feel cold. I don't care, the hard dry food can be swallowed with water.

At this time, he felt the benefits of the blood all over his body. In the past, he was in the best state. He walked for seven or eight hours in a row, and he must take a rest in the middle, but now he doesn't feel it. On the road, I didn't care about the wind and snow that filled my mouth.

This day he was rarely tired, probably because he had been walking through the snow for a long time, and he was more or less startled by the cold, so he jumped into the tree that was one or two inches taller than him, and nestled on it to rest his feet.

He was about to meditate and adjust his breath when the tree body trembled suddenly, and he glanced down vigilantly. It turned out to be a picture of a bleeding head, with half of the head sunken in.

What God does not take, is to be blamed.

Jumping down, he began to disembowel the dead rabbit with the snow all over the ground, and then he raised his sword and fell, cutting the tree he had just lodged into a bare tree, and he cut off all the smaller branches. .

He dug a hole in the snow, slowly built a fire, watched the bloody rabbit gradually change color, and then released the fragrance, but he didn't feel too hungry.

On the contrary, he became more and more empty, and his heart was so empty that he couldn't lift up his energy to do anything.

The rabbit would not be familiar for a while, so he picked a big branch to support it, jumped out by himself, chose a pleasing place, and started building a snowman again.

His mind is full of shadows, all of them are extremely vivid, as if they can be drawn with a pen, but that is just an illusion. He has made many snowmen in the past few days, but none of them can achieve three points of charm, nor Surprised, but inevitably disappointed.

But this time, I still didn't dare to have much expectations, and even only piled up a body, but the head was not even carved, it was just a bare snowball, which looked a little funny.

After gesticulating on the snowball, I couldn't find where to start, so I had to put it on hold.

After a while, the rabbit already had the smell of burning, and jumped back into the snow pit quickly. As expected, half of the side was charred black, but the blood on the other side was not even dry, and the fire was already half-extinguished. .

Added more firewood, blew on the fire again, and turned the rabbit in a daze. When the roast was finished, he still had no appetite. edible.

The snow pit and the snowman were all left behind, and when his figure was far away, a person slowly revealed his figure. The man was tall and tall, but he was wrapped in a purple robe from head to toe, except for his eyes, not even his fingertips. One place was exposed, it was Qu Wuyin who had come to the extreme north earlier.

Qu Wuyin looked at the snowman, raised his hand and slowly gestured on the snowball on the bald head. His fingertips obviously never fell, but the excess snow fell off automatically, as if being cut by a sharp knife. Soon a clear face appeared, but it ran counter to his original wish.

That tall and straight body was matched with a very immature face, if you were willing to look back, you would definitely recognize it, it was Sang Hongyang who had disappeared for several years.

Qu Wuyin slowly touched the snowman's brows and eyes, and paused with his fingertips on the tip of his nose, as if he had clicked, but the snowman suddenly opened his mouth with a bit of a vicious tone: "What is this, it froze me to death ! Still can’t move.”

Qu Wuyin frowned slightly, as if smiling, and he didn't speak so slowly as usual, which made people anxious.

"I want you to come out to get some air, but I haven't found a suitable one yet."

Sang Hongyang rolled his eyes slightly, and the only parts he could move at the moment were his facial features: "Isn't it said that lotus root can be a human being? Why don't you just fight for one."

Qu Wuyin shook his head: "Nowadays is different from the past, I'm afraid the lotus root will not work."

Sang Hongyang: "Then can you carve it out for me? I don't want to use someone else's body."

Qu Wuyin was stunned, as if he was a little conflicted, but after a while he agreed, Sang Hongyang was about to laugh, when he caught a glimpse of a cold light, he came to him with the force of thunder, and firmly supported Qu Wuyin's neck.

"Hall... Your Majesty..."

Sang Hongyang murmured, lowering his eyes in a bit of embarrassment.

Using a little force in his hand, he pressed the thin blade of the sword to leave a bloodstain on Qu Wuyin's neck. As if he didn't notice it, Qu Wuyin turned around to look at him.

"Why is Sang Hongyang in your hands?"

Qu Wuyin frowned, his tone returned to his usual unhurried tone almost in the blink of an eye, and he uttered word by word: "The body is ruined, I picked it up."

He understood, and looked at Sang Hongyang with complicated eyes: "You want to follow him?"

Sang Hongyang smiled embarrassingly: "He didn't do anything bad..."

Liao Ran: "Do you know his identity?"

Sang Hongyang still laughed, and nodded: "Then get out."

Sang Hongyang asked Ai Ai Qiqi: "Return, can I come back?"

He also has great ambitions to make contributions, but now that he has died once, he has to have a body first.

After a little thought, he agreed, he had to leave someone who could hold money for Liu Zheng, but...

"Don't let me see you in this outfit again."

People in the righteous way have already begun to mobilize against the evil way, no matter whether it is the way of corpses or the way of insects, no one will be left behind. If Qu Wuyin is like this, if he enters the court, it may cause great disasters.