Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1627 Fairy Child
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The boy's snow-white boots stepped on the ice, making a crisp sound.

He walked over to the frozen body and looked down at the man on the ice.

"Humph."

His gaze fell on the epee beside the corpse, and he snorted softly, "You're lucky."

The corpse on the ground was naked, and the clothes on his body were almost torn off by the group of greedy green hands, exposing the frozen pale flesh.

But even though the clothes were ripped off, there were almost no scars on the body.

It wasn't that the group of green hands didn't want to tear this person's flesh and blood.

The boy squinted his eyes, and in the world that only he could see, he could see that the surface of the corpse was covered with a thin layer of wind.

The wind is very thin, very weak, intermittently close to the end of the crossbow, almost disappearing.

If he came a little later, probably this layer of wind armor would be swallowed up by those green hands.

The boy narrowed his eyes and reached out his hand to the corpse on the ground.

The heavy sword lying next to the corpse suddenly vibrated violently, the young man's eyes turned cold, he straightened up and stepped on the sword.

The epee struggled twice, then lay down on the ground with a buzzing sound, losing all breath in an instant.

Under Tianqi Peak, Chen Zihan clutched his chest violently, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a puff.

He stood at the foot of the mountain and opened his eyes wide in astonishment, staring blankly at the disappearing vision in front of him.His wind technique was cut off by someone, but he didn't even notice that the other party had used his true energy.

What kind of character is this?
Chen Zihan used all his strength to mobilize his true energy to the extreme, but he was shocked to find that he was powerless to fight back.The wind he is most familiar with no longer responds to his call, it only revolves around that young man, as if this man is the only king in this world.

The figure of the boy in white standing at the end of his field of vision disappeared suddenly, and he only had time to see him turn around and give him a faint glance from the air, his eyes were cold and arrogant, as if looking at the grass on the ground.

The figures of the boy in white and Chen Zichu disappeared before his eyes, and Chen Zihan knelt heavily on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood again.

"Zi Han!"

Murong Feilan immediately stepped forward to heal his wounds, but found that Chen Zihan was also attacked. He vomited blood because his heart was agitated. His heart veins had never been hit hard, but the wind around him was scattered.

It was as if there was a giant hand invisible, easily cutting off his connection with the wind.

"This is……"

Murong Feilan stared blankly at the void, his eyes could not hide his astonishment.

"Little baby who is overconfident." In the ice cave, the boy in white glanced at the direction where Fengfa disappeared, "It's too early to show off to me."

The boy's eyes fell on the "corpse" on the ground again.

Although that kid's wind skills are superficial, if he hadn't used his wind skills to protect his brother's body, this guy probably wouldn't be able to survive now.

call.

A faint breath leaked from the nostrils of the human body that seemed to be frozen into ice on the ground.

The boy's eyes flashed.

Life is big enough.

If he was really out of breath, even he couldn't save him.

But he wasn't originally interested in saving anyone.

Otherwise he would have been exhausted.

only……

The white figure sitting stubbornly by the lake without looking back and the image of the boy jumping off the ice cliff appeared in front of the boy's eyes, and he let out a heavy breath.

"You're lucky," the boy frowned, stretched out his hand to the body on the ground, and said to himself.

"Just take it on a whim."

……

……

In the chaotic and complicated dream, countless faces were dangling in front of his eyes, and countless hands were stroking his body. The greasy touch made people go crazy. Amidst a burst of extreme nausea, a heart-piercing call came from his ear.

"Big brother!"

Chen Zichu coughed violently and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He sat up with a swish, and touched his body with his hands unconsciously.

When Chen Zichu realized that he was naked, his eyes widened in horror.

No way, his dream was actually real?
Did he... lose his body?

Chen Zichu opened his mouth wide, as if a hundred wild horses galloped past in his heart, and the stormy waves in his eyes.

"Yo, are you awake?"

At this moment, a cold male voice suddenly came from beside him. Chen Zichu turned around in shock, and saw a strange boy sitting beside him.

He almost jumped up in shock, but the next moment his eyes froze.

It's just because this young man's appearance is too strange.

A slight cold wind surged in the ice cave, curling up her silver hair as white as snow.

Chen Zichu stared blankly at the person sitting beside him.

This is a boy with silver hair and silver eyes.

He looked to be around fourteen or fifteen years old, with waist-length silver hair hanging behind him, and in such a cold snow-capped mountain, he was only casually wearing a white wool cotton gown, with the front of his clothes spread out, revealing his snow-like chest.

The bare chest and his handsome face formed an extremely dangerous beauty, and the silver eyelashes were as long as a girl's, trembling above the slightly drooping silver pupils.

Chen Zichu stared at this scene dumbfounded, and couldn't help wiping his hands on his chest.

Could it be this person who took advantage of him?
If it was this boy...

Then it's really hard to say who took advantage of whom...

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

Sensing his gaze, the boy in white frowned in disgust, and the gaze in his silver pupils suddenly became colder than ice and snow.

"Yes, sorry!"

Chen Zichu suddenly covered his eyes and lay down on the ground.

When he first woke up, he was not sober, but when he came back to his senses, his mind finally recovered.

No matter how stupid he is, he still knows that the boy who can appear in this kind of place is obviously not an ordinary person.

And if he remembers correctly...

Chen Zichu lowered his head, his eyes dazed.

If he remembered correctly, he should have died.

"Excuse me..." He raised his head slightly, and said weakly, "Is this...the hell?"

"What?"

The boy in white raised his eyebrows, "Have you lost your mind?"

"Do you think I look like Bai Wuchang?"

Although the color is pretty close...

Chen Zichu muttered in his heart, and from the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at the handsome young man Wushuang, and his heart trembled.

Oh my god, this is as beautiful as a monster.

Bai Wuchang, it is probably impossible for him to be so beautiful.

"Then you are..." he said tremblingly, "A fairy in the sky?"

Bai Wuchang is impossible, this person is like a fairy boy who only appears in story books.

Chen Zichu sighed in his heart.

God is sorry to see, thanks to his good deeds, he can still go to heaven after death.

Although this statement is quite close, the corners of the eyes of the boy in white still twitched slightly when he heard this.

He just saved some living treasure.

Sure enough, a wise man can only save one person in his life, and the others are all kinds of monsters and ghosts.

"Okay," he kicked the epee on the ground in front of Chen Zichu, "Boy, you're not dead. If you don't believe me, try cutting yourself."

　ah beauty, i like beauty

　　
　
(End of this chapter)