Vol 4 Chapter 223: Section first 223

Where is this place...
Am I not dead... Is it heaven or hell... Still, I have not died yet...
"Brother, brother! Hold me..." Ningxue plunged into his arms, clutching hard, trying to get himself into his body, tears in his eyes, "If you are with your brother, you will die right away." Off, Cher is not afraid at all." He took her little face and said with a blame: "Well, how could my brother let you die..."
The snow in his arms suddenly disappeared. Just in his hair, a white scarf was gently wrapped around his neck, and the figure was soft and delicate. She tied the scarf around his neck. On the top, said softly: "French, so cold, still so thin, will be frozen, this scarf can not be taken down... Fujun, I will give you a coat, please wait for the husband to go home, Can you put it on..."
He was afraid that everything was a dream, and he reached out and tried to hold her tight, but when his hand touched her body, he could only touch the illusion of nothingness, and the soft figure of the flower became light and slow. disappear……
The two hands held him tightly behind him. Ye Shuiyao clung to his body and said softly and firmly: "In this life, I just want to belong to you forever, watching you silently behind you, others. I don’t want anything... secular, ethical, moral, glory... nothing will care anymore... come back?"
Ye Shuiyao disappeared behind him, and a small figure appeared in front of his eyes. Quietly standing there, looking at the distance and looking at the distance, waiting for something, but in the dark eyes, it is the despair and pain of nine points, and the silk that supports her so waiting. I am eager to wait... If there is no such thing as "waiting for me to come back" that he finally shouted, she has no idea what it will be like at this time.
"Hey heart..." Ye Wuchen reached out to her and wanted to tell her that she was by her side, but no matter how he moved, he couldn't get close to it.
"No Chen, you are my first man, I am your first woman... Can you bear to leave me..." The heart is gone, Yan Yan dreams stand in the position where he was just standing. Looking at her with gaze, the beautiful figure is still like that.
"Little brother, if you want to go to your sister, you must come to the Snow Palace. Oh, my sister will wait for you, wait until the white hair..." Ye Wuchen turned around and saw the snowy Yan Meiyan thousands of flowers. I don’t know where to go, there is a strange demon girl everywhere, and the text she finally carved on the ice often comes to his eyes, and occasionally echoes in his dreams.
Cher, soft, sister, jealousy, nightmare... and demon girl...
Everything, like a sudden appearance, suddenly disappeared, and the world around it became dark again.
Phantom... Why are all phantoms... Am I still dead? No... I am not dead, how can I die, how can I die...
The consciousness that just awakened turned into a , and he used all his strength. All his thoughts struggled hard. His eyelids and eyelashes began to tremble, trying to open his eyes.
In the middle of it, his memory began to wander... It was the face of Ningxue, with red-hot fingerprints on it. At that moment, his violent heartache and anger almost drowned his reason, and his heart never surged. The killing , so, with a demon-like sneer, with his arm pierced the body of the person who hurt the snow, also unveiled the prelude to blood staining that day...
In memory, the body fell one by one in front of the eyes, blood flowers and residual limbs fluttering in front of their eyes and ears. At that time, they themselves were not themselves, but a savage Shura, ruthlessly drinking blood with a sword... Every scene of that day, every detail, a trace of everything, all clearly emerged in the brain. In the end, with no struggle, he and Ningxue fell together and fell into the soul...
Cher...
Gale country...
Cher, Cher... How is she? She must be fine, she must be waiting for me...
He had thought that he would die, but the sudden consciousness of waking up made him see the dawn of life. The of survival made him struggle again and again, trying to drive away the darkness around him. Time flows slowly, every second is so long in the torment of torture. It seems like a year, a decade, a hundred years... Finally, a trace of light infiltrates, his eyes open a tiny in the trembling Gap. More than two years of unopened eyes suddenly touched the light, closed in the stimuli, and then slowly opened again.
His body seems to no longer belong to himself. There is almost no perception of softness and softness. He can only move his fingers slightly. Even moving his arm is a luxury. The brain is in chaos and the throat is so dry. The fire burned, only his sight began to become clearer and clearer.
The sound of the flowing water is in the ear, and the black sky is in the sky. It is like the night sky without the moon, but the surrounding is a strange light. His eyes slowly flow, this is a strange world, surrounded by a green piece, some unknown wild flowers are open to the public, releasing a light fragrance, and slowly pouring into the nose with the fresh air. in.
On the side of his body, he was lying next to him, a girl with white hair, her body curled up like a snow jade kitten, two small hands clasped his clothes tightly, like the body Some are cold, and it seems to be afraid of what to sleep. Unconsciously, Ye Wuchen’s eyes suddenly had a slight wetness. The moment after the big dream woke up, let him understand what happiness is... the first sight of rebirth after seeing is It is a kind of warm happiness that the person who is surrounded by dreams is with him.
He wants to raise his hand and touch her face, but the arm seems to be tens of thousands of pounds. No matter how hard she tries, she can't lift it. At this time, he is as weak as a grass that has just experienced the storm. . He had to give up, softly staring at her, and gently called: "Snow-"
The sound of the exit, the hoarseness surprised him, he could not believe that it was his voice, but the dryness was like a dying old population, and even the weak ones barely heard it. It is such a faint voice, but let the snow in the sleep be like an electric shock, slamming open eyes, sitting up and welcoming her, is the star-like eyes of Ye Wuchen.
Ningxue is stupid, staying, such as suddenly losing the soul, in an instant, the sight in front of her eyes is blurred, Ye Wuchen has been smiling and staring at her expression, such expression, I do not know how deep the feelings, how deep Attachment...
"Brother!!" This is not an illusion, nor is it a dream. All the feelings have become a call that she has not known how many times she has shouted. She violently throws her body on him and screams with all her strength. The crying is like yellow blood, heartbreaking The sound of the flowing water was completely covered by the crying, and the wind stopped quietly. It seemed to stay and listen to the girl’s grief and sorrow.
For the whole two years, she will only quietly cry again and again when she faces Ye Wuchen who has no sound. At other times, no matter how much pain, how much grievances and fears, she did not shed tears, and did not cry out, because she wants to wake her brother, can not be weak. She has been pleading, eager to wake him up, and why not be deeply afraid that he will suddenly leave her for a day. Every time she wakes up from her nightmare, she will hold him tightly.
After all, she is just a girl with a 10-year-old body and a 10-year-old heart. In a strange world, she has no dependence. If it is not the support and desire that supports her, two years is enough for her to get rid of countless times.
He finally woke up, she held his body, venting all the pain, heartbreak, grievances, and fear with tears and crying. In the raging cracks, she almost suffocated, and couldn’t say a word anymore. People couldn’t help but worry that she would not bleed in the next second...
She almost cried Ye Wuchen's heart, and the crying contained too many things. This is the crying that has been tempered by how to tear the heart. He looked at Ningxue quietly and listened to her crying. He is grateful to the sky for letting him lose his death, so that Ningxue can release the pain a little bit with tears and crying.
Finally, she was tired and dumb, and finally fainted in the screaming cry. The two small hands were still holding his clothes, and the tearful little face made people feel sad. Heart pity.
Ye Wuchen looked at her softly. When he looked down, he saw his clothes, still the white coat, but it had become tattered. It is still spotless, as if it has just been cleaned.
Have I slept for a long time... He said in his heart that during this time, he just lay quietly, and if only for a short time, how can the clothes be damaged to such an extent?
"Hey master, you finally woke up, hey, when you jumped down that day, I almost scared Naner. If the master died, what can Nannan do, hehe..." Ye Wuchen's In my mind, the voice of Naner’s crying was heard. Ye Wuchen responded with relief: "Don't be saddened by Naner. When I wake up, I should be fine. Your master will not die so easily."
Yes, from such a high place, with that horrible speed and impact, it is still not dead, he can not sigh his body and his vitality.
"Well, I know... the master will not be so dead, it will not be." Naner shouted with joy.
Chapter 224 Little Angel
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