Our Lady of the Mother will die if she does not escape

The sky was a vast expanse of whiteness. Just as the snow stopped, looking down from mid-air, it was also a vast expanse of whiteness, spreading for thousands of miles.There is no ups and downs in the ice sheet, and it is so flat that it makes people hopeless.Only the snow, the falling snow from the sky, the snow on the ground, the snow, the snow, the snow... cover up all the regrettable, dirty, sad, embarrassing, and unspeakable stories on this land.

If you have the heart to distinguish, it is not completely white, and there is a small black spot. Compared with the ice field, that black spot is really insignificant, but if you observe it for a longer time, you will find that the small black spot is still moving slowly moving...

It was a section of carriage, and the external pattern decoration was worn out, as if it had been destroyed by boulders and fire on the battlefield, but the original luxurious atmosphere could still be seen, and it was still very strong, otherwise it would not be usable. Curtains and door curtains He used a crocodile tent and covered it with a layer of tiger skin unique to southern Xinjiang, which kept most of the cold out. There was still some ice silk charcoal left in the car for him to keep warm, but it was almost finished.A strange and huge three-legged beast was pulling the cart, and it walked forward unhurriedly. A string of bells from southern Xinjiang hung on the front of the cart, tinkling and tinkling, echoing in the whole world.

Before that, the car had gone through wilderness valleys, deserted villages, market towns, palace walls and temples, seemingly wandering aimlessly, and seemed to be persistently looking for something.

The ringing of the bell gradually died down, and Bifang Beast stopped, and let out a low growl from its throat.It was reminding that a small corner of the tiger skin cover was raised, and a pale and tall Taoist in Tsing Yi came out of it.In order to prevent the cold air from being poured in, he quickly put down the cover and stuffed it.

There were a few inhuman things in the car, and Chu Woyun took care of them carefully.

Before him was a vast lake, like pure amber born of the earth.

This place was originally the sea of ​​blood and killing in the demon world, where Long Xie and Yawu fought for the position of Demon Lord.The curse of the Blood Witch fell, and the entire demon world turned into an ice cave, and the surface of the sea of ​​blood froze until there was flowing water a hundred meters below the water, but the ice layer in front was suddenly cut off here, and there was still liquid flowing water on the surface.

Chu Woyun mechanically swept his gaze across the water, looking for it.

The senior brothers in charge, Mu Lichen, Li Gezi, Jiang Jue, Jin Ci, Diao Junjie, Jizu, Chiyan, and even Yawu were also his search targets.He said to himself, maybe they are still safe and sound, maybe there are still some tenacious lives that need his rescue.But what he saw was the boundless desolation, the ancient snowy land, the pale gray sky, no sun rising and moon setting, no changing seasons, no time to count, how many days he walked, how long he was disappointed.

Immortals, monsters, birds and beasts, fish and insects, all extinct, completely wiped out from the world, only he is still walking alone.

If it goes on like this, he won't be able to stand it anymore.

The mirror-like icy lake suddenly set off ripples, surging outward, becoming more and more intense, and there seemed to be a turbulent undercurrent passing underneath.The surface of the water came alive, as if a giant mouth of the abyss was preparing to swallow, and the next moment, something really vomited out.

Chu Woyun's eyes lit up, and he fixedly watched the movement of the water surface, and the sea water washed the thing onto the ice.He felt a little familiar, the thing was half lying on the ice, with a pale and thin back exposed, a breathtaking face touching the ice, and it was still submerged in the water from the waist down.As soon as he appeared, the sharp screams of the Wraith Spirit followed.

A few years ago, when Chu Woyun saw his female disciple, his eyes were full of doting and tenderness.After he revealed his identity, looking at him again, there was fear and disbelief in his eyes.He took Chu Muyang's heart and soul, and when he looked at him, the naked resentment was undisguised.Now, at this point, he only breathed a sigh of relief and fell at the feet of Chu Woyun, and when Chu Woyun looked at him again, there was only sleepiness and sadness in his eyes.

Perhaps he escaped to the Demon Realm after breaking free from the soul-binding lock, or he happened to pass through the barrier of Longxie and returned to the ancestral land. In short, he appeared in the sea of ​​blood killing by accident, and by accident, Chu Woyun saw the unconscious Own.

The snow on the ice covered his boots, and Chu Woyun trudged across with one shallow foot and one shallow foot. It seemed simple, and the distance was only about a hundred steps. For him, it was actually more difficult than breaking through mountains and seas.

Chu Woyun squatted down, took out an ordinary small knife, removed the fetal evil spirit entangled in his hair, and carefully picked off the carrion on the lute bone.His stomach was bitten by the evil spirit and a big hole was left. Chu Woyun picked up the leaked intestines from the water and put them back in his stomach.His flesh was bruised from the cold, and his bones glowed with lavender, like a holy miracle.

Hands passed under his armpit, dragging with difficulty to the firm ice surface, so as not to be swept away by the undercurrent again.He wanted to drag him back into the carriage, but he had no strength at all. He dragged a few steps and fell to the ground, his hands and feet were like ice. Song Lingxing was colder than him.Chu Woyun touched his stiff face twice, put his fingers under his nose and probed, not sure if he was breathing, and couldn't feel his heartbeat or pulse.

Chu Woyun sat on the ground in a daze for a while, got up belatedly, walked back, stopped in front of Bi Fangshou, and said a few words to it, Bi Fangshou shook his head twice, with an unhappy expression Chu Woyun grabbed his cong hair and forced it to move forward, but it bent its three legs in a big temper, lay on the ice and refused to move.

Chu Woyun had no choice but to get into the carriage and saw a few little foxes sleeping on the floor, nestling together, their soft tails warming the half-dead baby in the middle.

This carriage is exactly the one that Chu Woyun took on the journey from southern Xinjiang to the ancestral land of the Bloody Immortal Wu. Perhaps it was luck, or maybe Song Lingxing specially made it particularly strong. It survived successive battles and disasters. Keep it intact.

When Chu Woyun found it, it turned over on its side under the cliff, and Bi Fangshou huddled beside the car. Chu Woyun just wanted to get in to hide from the wind and snow. When he went in to take a look, he found the ragged quilt on the ground It looks familiar. When I opened it, there was a bluish-gray skin, naked/naked milk doll, with a blood hole on the small chest, and the blood was drained. It didn't cry or scream. A discerning person would know death at a glance. Thoroughly.

Chu Woyun didn't show any expression, and picked up the little baby. The eldest was alone, hugging and hugging, tears covered his clothes.

He didn't believe in evil, took the little corpse and stuffed a few little foxes to warm his feet.

"I'm sorry, I'll borrow the quilt you made." Chu Woyun murmured in a low voice, the silver bone charcoal was burning in the car, and it was still warm, but there was an uneasy person outside who was about to freeze to death.

Chu Woyun tore off the shabby and tattered quilt, and then trudged through the ice and snow.Finally got to his side, unfolding the quilt to wrap around the unconscious guy.But the quilt can't keep warm, and his icy torso is colder than the frost and snow under his feet. Covering him with the quilt does not keep him warm, but instead slows down the cooling of his body and keeps him frozen longer.Chu Woyun sighed, lifted his upper body, leaned against his chest, and covered the two of them tightly with the quilt.

After a long time, the person in his arms finally warmed up a bit, the blood circulation slowly resumed, the eyelids trembled, and a pair of pure white eyelashes lifted up, and he looked at the face on the top of his head, his eyes were full of confusion and confusion.

Song Lingxing recognized this pale and embarrassed face with a worried look on his brows, he couldn't explain why he felt strange, as if time went back and he returned to that winter again.

"...Master..." He uttered a syllable lightly, his pale lips barely moved, his eyelids blinked extremely slowly, and were about to close again.

After all, Chu Woyun still couldn't ignore his gaze, and murmured awkwardly: "Don't sleep, don't sleep..."

Like coaxing a spoiled child.

The world is hazel and hazel, the wind has stopped, and the surrounding fields are still, so quiet that it is terrible.

The dense color is covered, and the snow will soon fall again.

"Master..."

Chu Woyun said softly: "Well, I am here as a teacher."

The eyes of the person in his arms widened slightly, revealing a pair of ruby-clear pupils, and he couldn't believe how soft the words came to his ears.

In a daze, Song Lingxing heard the knock on the heart door, the sound was short and clear at first, because it was empty.Later, it gradually became dull and solid, jumping and plopping, pushing the blood in the whole body, and the throbbing throbbing extended to the limbs and bones, numb and itchy, a corner that had been vacant for many years was filled by something.Only then did he feel the coldness in the air.

The past care and care, jealousy and disappointment are all buried under the white snow at this moment and here.

At first, he attempted to plunder and possess the person in front of him, and then experienced despair, and thought of destroying him, thinking that he was finally freed from this hopeless love, but in the end, just because he was still willing to sit on the snow and cuddle with him, Then all relieved.

It was not so easy to let go. He was originally a hard-hearted alien, a monster who grinds his teeth and sucks blood. He inherited his blood from that contradictory race. He was driven by the evil of his ancestors and punished by the goodness of his ancestors.Acting recklessly, suffering and suffering, in the end, you shouldn't let go like this lightly, and lightly hand over your mind again.

But what if you don't let go?He will die soon, and the only blood of the same family was saved by his master. That child will live on Wusui Island, grow up under his knees, and have a heart of kindness and justice. His same way.

The world is very quiet, like a snowy area that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

No souls, no disputes, no sacrifices, no regrets...

There are no three artifacts, no demons, and no bloodbath fairy witch.

Only this pair of master and apprentice who have been entangled for a long time is left in the world.

Chu Woyun saw remorse and fear on his face, so he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Lingxing buried his forehead into Chu Woyun's neck, and said in a rambling voice, "Master, if three wishes could come true, what would you promise?"

Chu Woyun pressed his face against his icy forehead, rubbed his frozen fingers, and smiled wryly: "There is no wish that can be fulfilled just by talking."

"What if it can be realized?"

Chu Woyun pondered for a while, and said quietly: "I think, let the head brother have fewer wrinkles, let Jiang brother restore his appearance, and give the heroic priest a pair of big feet that are worthy of him, and I want to give you Senior Brother Jin, Senior Brother Diao, they say they are Taoist couples, and they will solve life-long events... If I can do it all over again, I would like to give my last filial piety to Senior Uncle Chun Ye, and to meet my master master, and someone I have never met before. Dear relative... ouch, ouch, it's shameful, I have too many wishes, wake up for a while, and I will tell you slowly..."

But are the people he mentioned still alive?

"I thought..." Song Lingxing said, "I thought the first wish was to bring Ah Xie back to life."

Chu Woyun smiled dejectedly: "Silly boy, if you touch your lips, how can there be such a whimsical good thing."

They fell silent again.

Song Lingxing embraced the quilt that he had covered since he was a child, and covered half of his face with nostalgia, sniffing. The smell that Chu Muyang left on it was stinky and fragrant, and more of it belonged to his childhood memories.

The air was as cold as a blade, and Chu Woyun warmed him with his mortal body. In the vast expanse of snow and ice, they would freeze to death here.

After a long time, Song Lingxing said with relief: "It would be good if I could do it all over again and spend my whole life on Wusui Island as the youngest disciple of Master."

Chu Woyun gasped, and slowly closed his eyes, weeping uncontrollably.

Song Lingxing smelled that smell, looked at the carriage behind Bi Fangshou, took Chu Woyun's hand, put it on the fifth bone under his ribs, and a bean-sized teardrop rolled down from the corner of his eye.

"Here is my heart and soul, and I will give it to him. The teacher's kindness is hard to repay. This disciple is bold enough to let him repay it for me."

The fingertips on the ribs were shaking, and in Chu Woyun's blurred vision, three faint golden streamers appeared dimly.A palm stretched out from under the quilt and gently held it up.

"Three wishes, I won't lie to you..." Song Lingxing looked at his face, waited, saw that he didn't respond, urged: "Look, if you don't say anything, they will disappear soon."

Chu Woyun looked at the three refined artifacts, like three cute fireflies, slowly flying towards the sky.As soon as the breeze blows, it will disperse.

He raised his head, fine cold snow fell from his brows, and his weak voice shook the ground.

"One wish..." He breathed out word by word, "The sky is clear..."

A gust of wind rose, carrying his voice across the sky.

"Two wishes, the earth will become a mansion..."

Like thunder in early spring, the heart under the earth's crust beats back to life...

"Three wishes, the common people live as usual, and the mountains and rivers are picturesque."

Chu Woyun is a conservative and down-to-earth person at heart. This wish is too big and grand. If he does not do his best and leaves nothing behind, it cannot be easily realized.

The person in the arms listened and watched the golden light grow bigger and brighter like fire seeds. The scorching flash was stronger than three noon suns, and the light spread to every corner, coating everything with a layer of gold.

The coquettish coat of arms on the forehead turned pale, like a blooming epiphyllum.

The predicament of the millennium, the resentment of the past, scattered with the three golden rays of light, turned into bits and pieces, and merged into the devastated earth.

His pupils began to dilate, and he was breathing weakly wrapped in the torn quilt. Chu Woyun was in a daze to see the girl who was sleeping with the small quilt that was pulled apart.

There were dense pains in the limbs, and the little apprentice nestled in his arms, trembling violently, calling out in a daze: "It's so cold, it's so cold, it's so cold..."

"It's so cold, Master...I'm so cold..."

Chu Woyun squeezed him into his arms with all his strength, his knuckles turned white and his forehead meridian protruded.

The sky changed drastically, the wind blew up, rolled up dry fine snow and covered them all, the child closed his eyes and sang——

"Little beggar, little beggar...with no father or mother...little beggar...no one hurts, no one loves, and there is no quilt to cover in winter..."

"Little beggar, little beggar, little beggar without father or mother...

Someone hurts, someone loves...

Master treats me like a thousand pieces of gold..."

In the original solution of ice, on the horizon, there is a layer of red clouds like blood.

Bifang beast was howling impatiently in the back. Two little foxes squatted on the rut, looking at the cracks in the ice in surprise.Chu Woyun hugged his silent apprentice, and floated on the sea with the glacier, the crimson glow fell between his brows and eyes, and he raised his head.

It turned out that it was the hour when the sun rose.

--------------------

The author has something to say:

One dies per chapter, Oye!