The strongest queen of the six realms

Chapter 232 Moon Frost (1)
The snow in the Land of Snow fluttered down for a few days before it stopped, and Xuechen's body was getting worse and worse, sleeping all day long, Qing Wushuang's face did not change at all, but that pair of Xianchen did not When looking at Xuechen's rapidly thinning face in his eyes, there was a light called distress and helplessness. He also spared a lot of time to accompany Xuechen. Although Xuechen seldom woke up, but When Xuechen wakes up, she always feels that Qing Wushuang is by her side, and this realization makes her feel happy and sad at the same time.

When Xuechen woke up from a deep sleep, the snow country had a rare sunny day, and the sun shining on the earth was warm on his body, making Luo Qingchen used to lying on the plum blossom tree in the sky and looking up at the blue sky The blue sky and the occasional sunlight falling through the clouds will always make her squint and drowsy like a lazy cat. Because of Xuechen's health, the plan to go to the hidden family has been delayed. Yu Cuo is not in a hurry, it will be the same a few days earlier and a few days later, let those people be arrogant for a few more days, because there will be no time in the future.

Si Yajun would always flip through the book in her hand under the plum blossom tree. The words on it were weird and distorted, but Si Yajun read them with great interest, and her eyes reflected in the plum blossoms would inadvertently look sideways. Looking at Luo Qingchen who was sleeping on the tree, he closed the book with a chuckle, and seemed to have fallen asleep after closing his eyes. The plum blossoms on Xuechen's plum blossom tree are invincible. Yes, even on sunny days, the plum blossoms on this plum tree always bloom in the early morning and close at night, with a regular schedule.

The hot wind blew past, blowing off the plum blossoms of Kazuki, and they fell one after another, like a rain of plum blossoms fell on the two people under the tree at a glance.

The snow-white long skirt is embroidered with manjusawa of the same color, and the fiery red plum petals gently fall on her skirt, making those pure and sleeping manjusawa bloom in an instant, and those sleeping manjusawa are like It is like drinking blood, becoming alive and aura, and there are a few plum blossoms in the middle of the light blue hair dancing with the wind. The interweaving of purity and evil makes the light blue hair look more beautiful and attractive. The curly length is like a butterfly spreading its wings, and a small piece of flower petals the size of a little fingernail is attached to the eyelashes, which are only the size of a little fingernail. Something deadly is buried under the abyss behind that.

Si Yajun is wearing a clean ivory robe without any complicated patterns, and the belt of the same color around her waist is embroidered with light and faint gold stripes. This coldness brings a stronger sense of sight and feeling, people dare not approach him at the first sight, subconsciously want to surrender at his feet, the crimson hair is obviously burning like fire However, the long hair was full of indifference and indifference in the flying, and the two completely different senses of sight intertwined together gave people a more vivid feeling, without any sense of disobedience.

This is what Qing Wushuang saw when he came out with Xuechen in his arms. There was no wave in his eyes, as if he had seen through the world of mortals. His eyes and his heart are gone, once Xuechen leaves him, he doesn't know what kind of expression he will have, will he sneak like Xuechen and cry alone in a brightly lit palace, not daring to let him Others know their cowardice.

Feeling the warm heat blowing towards his face, Xuechen was stunned, then raised his lips and smiled, his eyes were still tightly closed, the curved arc was like a first quarter moon, and the corners of his eyes were covered with a thin layer of smile Unexpectedly, the pink lips have long lost their blood color, becoming as white as snow, but gentler than snow.

(End of this chapter)