Heavenly Star

Where am I...

Am I not dead... is this heaven or hell... or am I not dead...

“Brother, brother! Hold me...” Snow poured into his arms, hugging him hard, trying to rub himself into his body, eyes with tears, "As long as he was with his brother, even if he died soon, Cher was not afraid.” He lifted her face and blamed her: “Silly words, how could you die...”

Cher in his arms suddenly disappeared, right between him, a snowy scarf gently wrapped around his neck, the flowers in front of him reflected a delicate figure, she tied the scarf around his neck, gently said: “Husband, it's so cold, it's still so thin, it will freeze, this scarf can't be taken off... Husband, can I make you a coat? When the husband returns home, he will be able to wear it...”

Afraid that everything was a dream again, he reached out his hand in panic to hold her tight, but just as his hand touched her body, he could only touch the phantom of nothingness, the soft figure of the flowers faded and disappeared slowly...

Hold him with both hands behind him, Ye Shuiyao's body tight with him, gentle and firm: “In this world, I just want to belong to you forever, look behind you silently, I don't want anything else... secular, ethical, moral, glorious... nothing will ever matter again... will you come back? ”

Ye Shuiyao slowly disappeared behind him. In front of him, a short figure appeared. Her eyes stood there quietly, looking away at the distance, waiting for something in agony, but in those dark eyes, was the despair and pain of nine points, and the slightest glimmer of desire that supported her so much waiting… Without the last words he shouted out, "Wait for me to come back", she would not have known what she was like at this time.

“Eyes...” Ye Wuchen reached out to her and tried to tell her that he was right next to her, but no matter how much he moved his body, he could not get close to her.

“Wu Chen, you are my first man, I am your first woman... will you put up with leaving me...” My eyes are gone, the flaming dream is in the position where my eyes just stood, my eyes look at her, that beautiful figure is still like a dream.

“Brother, if you want your sister, you must come to the Snow Woman's Palace. Sister will wait for you, and wait until your head turns white...” Ye Wuchen turned around and saw the beautiful face of Snow Feather. This strange witch was everywhere, and the last words she engraved on the ice often appeared in front of him and occasionally echoed into his dreams.

Cher, Soft, Sister, Eyes, Dreams... and Witches...

Everything, like a sudden appearance, suddenly disappears, and the world around us, once again, becomes dark.

Phantoms... why are they all phantoms... am I still dead? No... I'm not dead, how can I die, how can I die...

Just awakened consciousness instantly turned into a living * *, he used all his strength, all his mind struggled, his eyelids and eyelashes began to tremble gently, trying to open his eyes.

In trance, his memories began to float... It was a snow-covered face, with red fingerprints on it. At that moment, his furious heartache and anger almost drowned his mind, and his heart burst with a killing never before * *. So he smiled demonically, penetrating the body of the person who hurt the snow-covered man with his arms holes, and unveiled the prelude to the bloodstained day...

In memory, the body fell before his eyes one by one, the blood flowers and limbs dancing in front of his eyes and ears, when he seemed to be not himself, but a runaway Shura, ruthlessly drinking blood with a sword... every scene of the day, every detail, a tiny bit, all appeared clearly in the brain. Finally, without any more struggling power, he fell with the snow and broke his soul...

Xue 'er...

Great Wind Country……

Cher, Cher... how is she doing? She must be fine, she must be waiting for me...

He thought he was going to die, but suddenly he woke up with this slight consciousness that made him see the dawn of life, to live * * to make him struggle again and again, to drive out the darkness around him. Time passed slowly, and every second was so long in the agony of torture, as if a year, a decade, a hundred years had passed… At last, a glimmer of light penetrated and his eyes opened a slight gap in trembling. Eyes that had not been opened for more than two years had suddenly come into contact with the light, closing suddenly in stimulus, and slowly opening again after a long time.

His body seems to no longer belong to him. Soft and soft, he has almost no perception. He can only move his fingers slightly. Even moving his arm is a luxury. His brain is confused and his throat is very dry. It is like a fire. Only his eyes are starting to become clearer and clearer.

The ears are filled with flowing water, and the sky is covered with black clouds, like a night sky, but surrounded by strange lights. His gaze slowly swirled, a strange world, surrounded by a gleam of green, with some unknown wildflowers racing open, releasing a pale scent and slowly pouring into his nose with the freshest air.

His side, next to him, lay quietly on a girl with a snowy white head, her body curled like a snow-cat, both hands tightly grabbed his corner of clothing, seemed to be a little cold, and seemed to be dreaming of something. Unconsciously, Ye Wuchen's eyes spread slight humidity. At this moment after the beginning of the big dream, he understood what happiness was... the first look at rebirth after robbery, seeing the person with whom the soul dreams of being with him, what a warm feeling of happiness.

He wanted to lift his hand and touch her face, but that arm seemed like it weighed millions of pounds, and no matter how hard she tried to lift it, he was as weak as a grass that had just undergone a storm. He had to give up and stare softly at her, gently calling out: "Cher -”

The sound exited, he was surprised by the sighing, he could not believe that it belonged to him, but was dried up as if he had barely heard himself from a seriously ill and dying old population. Ye Wuchenna star-like eyes were the ones who sat up and greeted her with such a faint voice that the snowflake in their sleep was electrically shocked.

Snowflake was silly, stunned, like suddenly losing her soul. For a moment, her gaze was blurred. Ye Wuchen kept staring at her expression with a smile. Such a look, I didn't know how deep feelings were needed, how deeply attached...

“Brother!!” It's not an illusion, it's not a dream. All the emotions condensed into how many times she had shouted, pouring her body on him, using all her strength to cry, the cry like yellow ingot blood, tearing her heart open lungs, the sound of the running water was completely covered by the cry, the wind also quietly stopped, seemed to stop, listening to the girl make the heavens and earth grieve, the tears of the landslide split.

For two full years, she would only cry silently over and over again when faced with a leaf without a voice. At other times, no matter how much pain, no matter how frightened she was, she did not shed tears, let alone cried out, because she must not be weak to awaken her brother. She kept begging and longing for him to wake up, but she was not deeply afraid that one day he would leave her silently forever. Every time she wakes up from a nightmare, she dies hugging him.

After all, she's just a teenage girl with a 10-year-old body and a 10-year-old heart. The unfamiliar world, she had no reliance whatsoever, had it not been for that obsession and longing, two years would have been enough for her to collapse countless times.

He finally woke up, holding his body, exhaling all the pain, heartbreak, grief and fear with tears and cries. In the great tears of the landslide, she almost choked, no more words, people couldn't help but worry, she would not bleed in the next second...

She almost broke Ye Wuchen's heart. The cry contained too many things. This was the sound of tearing her heart apart in order to gather. He watched snowflake quietly and listened to her cry. He thanked the sky for letting him cross his arms with death, so that the snow could release Pain One with tears and tears.

Finally, she was tired of crying, mute, and finally fainted in a loud cry, but her hands still grabbed his clothes dead. The tear-stained face was heartbreaking and pitiful.

Ye Minchen looked at her softly. With his eyes dropping, he saw his clothes, still the white coat, only to have been torn to pieces. It is still spotless, as if it had just been cleaned.

Have I been asleep long... He reads in his heart that during this time, he just lay still, if only for a short time, how could he let his clothes damage this extent?

“Master Woo, you're finally awake. Woo Woo, when you jumped that day, you scared the hell out of Nan. If the master dies, what can Nan do? Woo...” Ye Wuchen's mind sounded the sound of Nan's joyful crying. Ye Wuchen responded with comfort: "Don't be sad, Nan. When I wake up, I should be fine. Your master, will not die so easily. ”

Yeah, from that height, with that horrible degree of impact, he couldn't help but admire his body and his vitality.

“Well, I knew... the owner would never die like that, definitely not.” Southern shouted joyfully.

Chapter 224 Angel