She had forgotten how many days she had been walking in the snow.
Cangshan is covered with snow, and the moon is bright in the sky. Xiao Mei took one step and another in a daze. The soil under her feet was soft and sticky. She raised her head. The hazy moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the blue-purple night sky was mottled by clouds. Night fell too early, or maybe she never got out of that cold night.
One step, another step. The wind slapped the snowflakes on her face, and Xiao Mei waved his hand irritably, and the manic snowflakes suddenly turned into soft rain.
One step, another step. Something is watching in the dark. Xiao Mei clenched the "sword" in her hand, and the heat in her palm kept stimulating her, asking her to draw more life as nutrients.
Step by step, until she stepped onto the first step. Xiao Mei's eyes lit up, and at some point there was only a sticky bright red left in his hand.
Her vision cleared, but the world in front of her fell apart. There were two bloody handprints on the snow-white ground in the pavilion. When she turned around, corpses lay scattered on the path she came from, like a bloody Styx. The blood has been frozen into sharp ice cones by the severe cold of the frost peak, like blood-red snow mirror flowers. Xiao Mei felt the coldness in his heart, and lit a fire with trembling hands, burning the innocent animal carcasses.
She could no longer stand up, so she could only tremble on the ground, gather up the cold snow, and scrub her hands over and over again.
Feng Shaoshu appeared at that time. There is no daylight in the pavilion, but he is holding an umbrella, wearing white fox fur, and his black and white forehead with sapphire hanging between his eyebrows, like this lonely mountain.
"Go away." Xiao Mei buried his head, grabbed a handful of snow, and wiped his cold-red hands desperately. "I will lose my mind in a moment and kill people like crazy. If you don't leave quickly, you will suffer."
When Feng Shaoshu heard her words, he did not leave. He just smiled gently and took another step closer to Xiao Mei in his white-soled black-striped boots.
Xiao Mei's eyes flashed bright red, and the snow in front of her was burned into dark spots by the sparks from her fingertips. Her breathing became rapid and she yelled, "Go!" The snowball in her hand immediately turned into a ball of fire and rushed towards Feng Shaoshu without any explanation.
Feng Shaoshu didn't move an inch, just raised his hand. The fireball in front of him stopped in front of him. He put away the umbrella in his hand, and the silver bells under the umbrella jingled. As the small bell rang, the flames disappeared, the spring breeze turned into rain, and a white snow mirror flower bloomed in the pavilion.
"You won't hurt me. I recognize you, the descendant of the Desert Wolf."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and formed a snow-white veil. The gauze curtain came down, driving away the heat that was rushing around the pavilion. He lowered his body and held Xiao Mei's hand.
A chill passed by, and Xiao Mei felt a coolness on her hot fingertips, which made her groggy mind slightly clearer. She couldn't help but hold the hand and murmured: "Zhu Chen..."
Feng Shaoshu saw her scarlet eyes and heard Xiao Mei's call, and couldn't help but smile. Extremely cold internal energy spread out from his body, coating the green and white pavilion with a layer of snow-white. The pressure of the extreme cold was different from Xu Zhuchen's. Xiao Mei's consciousness gradually became clearer. She shook off Feng Shaoshu's hand and staggered back a few steps. She didn't stop until she hit the pavilion pillar.
"I'm very sorry." Xiao Mei took a few quick breaths and released a hand to press his temple. She clung to the pavilion pillar, and the black and red smoke of the flames swirled around her.
Feng Shaoshu is holding an umbrella with a gentle expression. Snow mirror flowers grow in the pavilion, climbing up the pavilion pillars inch by inch. Xiao Mei noticed the cold touch, the bright red in her eyes gradually faded, and the remaining brown-black color was like two black diamonds exposed in the snow, embedded in her pale face.
"Thank you for your help." She looked at Feng Shaoshu with a gloomy face without a smile, "Xiao Mei, may I ask what your name is?"
Feng Shaoshu smiled and said: "I don't dare to be a hero. I'm just a businessman. But Miss Xiao's condition is indeed not stable. Can you come with me to the wine shop on the top of the mountain and let me take a closer look at her?"
A voice rang in Xiao Mei's mind - "Don't go." She was stunned for a moment, and it took her a while to realize that Wei Wangfan's will had already spoken these words with the help of her body.
Feng Shaoshu looked at her, and finally there was a crack in his calm expression. Xiao Mei realized the danger and concentrated the flowing inner energy on his wrist, ready to fight at any time, but Feng Shaoshu just turned around with a smile, opened the umbrella, and covered up the displeasure on his face.
"Let's go, Miss Xiao. It still takes a while to get to the top of Frost Peak."
The two of them walked up the mountain, walked through the snow-covered path, and entered the Qixia Pavilion. Feng Shaoshu closed the umbrella and opened the door, lit the lights in the room, and put on the incense sticks. He pushed one of the lamps in front of Xiao Mei, turned around and walked behind Qingyu's counter, put on the finger cots and started making tea.
Xiao Mei had nothing to say and could only stare at the lamp in front of him. The flames are beating, the wax is golden, and the silver-white lamp is carved with blooming snow mirror flowers, which is exquisite and unique. There was a green and sweet fragrance in the room. By the time Feng Shaoshu made the tea, Xiao Mei had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Feng Shaoshu smiled briefly, pushed Hou Kui in his hand, lowered his head and said, "The two people at the foot of the mountain didn't trap you."
Xiao Mei stood up slowly from his desk, his scarlet eyes flickering in the golden light of the candle, like a dangerous snake: "That's because this little guy is more willing to accept me than any of you can imagine."
Feng Shaoshu stared into Xiao Mei's eyes and asked: "You who once had a godhead can actually say such a thing. Taking away other people's bodies and infringing on other people's will is such a despicable act, but you actually laughed. Gotta come out”
The will in Xiao Mei's body sneered and said: "Feng family boy, I advise you to be more respectful. Even if your master is here today, she should call me general."
"Also, mind your own business. This little guy wants power, and I want that sword. We each get what we need. Why do we have to say it so harshly?"
Strong emotions hit Xiao Mei's mind, causing her body to convulse.
Feng Shaoshu looked at "her" from a distance, his eyes as cold as icicles. He squeezed out a few laughs from his throat: "'General'? I'm afraid you can't afford this title. Since the two of them are not trapped, I'll take action if you stay."
As he spoke, the two pieces of armor were tightened together, and his internal force was activated, and countless ropes of ice and snow rose up around him. The snow rope bound Xiao Mei's body like a hard Ayovine, making her unable to move.
Feng Shaoshu raised his hand, and the beads on his wrist glowed green. Countless snow mirror flowers grew on the vines, covering almost every corner of the wine shop. He said "break", and in an instant, the branches and leaves of the Snow Mirror Flower were wrapped around each other, the petals bloomed, and an astonishing coldness erupted.
Snow flakes are falling and the chill is gone. Feng Shaoshu looked at Xiao Mei who was slowly waking up in front of him. Just as he was about to hand him some tea, he saw a red light flash in her eyes and she broke his bracelet in an instant.
"I said it." - Feng Shaoshu heard two voices, coming from the same body - "She and I each take what we need, and I am more willing to accept 'me' than anyone else."
