Ali's Bizarre Adventure

A snowy owl was standing on a dead tree, its round pupils were shining, and it let out a low "coo-coo" from its throat.

Sejuani was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, she was like a snow owl on a branch, keenly observing every move around her.In the next room, there were occasional small sounds, creaking and creaking.

Dim light flows into the gaps between the wooden boards of the house walls.

With a little restlessness.

"What's wrong with me……"

Sejuani was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep no matter what, she had to get out of bed and took a few mouthfuls of water.

It made her more conscious.

Sejuani went back to bed, still thirsty.

Fire seemed to burn in her body, in her belly, in her blood, in her mind.

Sejuani endured.

She has never felt this way.

But every woman will experience such sleepless restlessness on certain special nights.

Sejuani is also a woman.

The air seemed to have become sticky, mixed with some kind of damp smell.

[Go to sleep... go to sleep. ]

Sejuani tried not to feel these things.

But every cell of her seemed to be becoming extremely sensitive, like an owl at night.

They are feeling the subtle vibrations in the environment.

this night.

Doomed to be difficult to sleep.

……

gap.

Gap in the wooden wall.

Stream light.

Dim yellow light flows out.

Sejuani hid in the warm animal skin quilt, her face, neck, and legs were dripping with sweat.

……

rock face.

In the isolated hut, the snow on the ground scatters the faint moonlight, becoming weak and white.

"Goo...coo..."

Xue Xiao let out a strange cry.

tree branches.

Trembling.

The leaves are shaking too, very rhythmically.

In front of the window, there is a fair-skinned young girl who feels incompatible with this land.

Snow fell on her naked body.

melt.

run down the body.

It was a little cold, which could be seen from the girl's trembling body, and the girl's eyes were fixed on the distant flames.

That's Ashe's room, that's the light from the oil lamp.

"Anthracene..."

A little voice leaked from the girl's mouth, which was not intentional, even though she lived in a very remote room.

Despite the house, she was alone.

flare.

Also shaking rhythmically.

The girl's eyes were a little downcast, and there was also some longing. Her eyes fell on the corner of the room.

On the ground, there is a hard, black iron chain.

At one end of the chain is a handcuff.

The melting snow was still flowing on the girl's skin, and under the faint moonlight, there was a feeling of vaporization.

As if, it evaporated on her body.

"Squeak... squeak..."

From under the floor, the sound of rats could be heard. This kind of nasty animal can survive even in the extremely cold Northland.

"Cha...chacha..."

There was a scratching sound under the floor, the girl subconsciously clenched her toes and bowed her instep tightly.

"tick..."

"tick..."

Water dripped on the ground.

Soggy.

On the floor, in the dark night, black water stains, a puddle.The water spread on the floor, along the cracks in the floor, and flowed into invisible depths.The restless mouse finally calmed down, and the room became very quiet, with no sound at all.

The girl's eyes fell on her bed, where there was an open bottle on the floor.

It used to contain some kind of flower juice, but now only a few drops remain.

Some flowed to the ground.

"Ah raccoon..."

The girl opened her mouth, her voice was weak, panting heavily, and there was the scent of flowers in her breath.

Snow fell on the girl's shoulders.

floating above her head.

melt.

Along the neck, along the back, flowing slowly.

The girl couldn't help but miss those days of being imprisoned, that whole winter, those more than 100 days.

She looked at the distant fire again.

There was fire in her eyes.

Like burning.

The girl picked up the hard, black iron chain in the corner, and then uncuffed it.

The cold black iron touches the skin.

Tighten slowly.

Like a domesticated little beast, the other end of the iron chain should have been in the hands of a fox.

The chains dragged across the floor, making a muffled sound.

The girl pushed open the door.

The bare feet stepped on the thin snow, and the iron chains dragged long traces on the snow.

The faint moonlight fell on the girl's body.

Like a banshee in a snowy night.

……

In the remote woods, the girl walked slowly. In her heart, there was another person accompanying her.

A very bad woman.

She had tortured her, she had driven her into despair.

but.

Now she likes her.

……

The girl's body was as white as snow, and every inch, every inch, shimmered like snow.

She didn't know how long she had been gone.

The flames in the distance are still in the distance.

"Swish..."

In the woods, there was a slight sound, which sounded like some kind of animal stepping on dead leaves.

The girl hid behind a tree.

The dry bark clings tightly to her delicate body.

very hard.

It's cold.

It hurts to shave.

However, for a girl walking barefoot on the snow, this is not a pain at all.

"Swish..."

The sound is not far away.

The girl was tightly attached to the tree, almost integrated with the tree. She hid very well and did not make a sound.

In the darkness, a small deer came into the girl's field of vision.

[Lilia...]

The girl knew the fawn.

Fawn stood with his back to her, standing in the woods, looking at the fire in the distance, his back was a little thin.

This is a weak fawn.

[It turns out...it's not just me...] In the girl's heart, she couldn't help feeling a little more pity.

Women are always easy to empathize with.

The deer stood on the snow for a long time, until the distant fire went out before leaving.

The girl also dragged her icy body.

Back to bed.

She hid under the blanket, shivering constantly, and the feeling of cold made her heart calm.

[Vayne, when did you...become like this?Do you really miss that fox that much in your heart? ]

[Vayne, she was your enemy at first. ]

[Vayne, have you... fallen? ]

The young girl's heart was full of torture for herself, and she thought of every bit of the past, as well as her hatred.

Her soul became painful.

"Tick-"

A drop of liquid fell on Wei En's face, she stretched out her hand to wipe it, and felt a sticky touch.