Chapter 682 (1/2)

”She once asked me what I thought of xuelian'er.” Luo Mingshang replied: ”and at that time, she seemed to have a great interest in xuelian'er, always asking some strange questions.”

Mo Chen frowned, ”sorry, I didn't expect to be like this. I I don't want to. I just want to give her what she deserves. ”

Yan yechen and Luo Mingshang glare at Mo Chen, only Xuanling is calm. ”We are all responsible for this. Let's think about how to find Mingqing and the boss first.”

Mo Chen didn't go back with them. He had his own way and idea. Besides, he didn't have to go there to find himself uncomfortable.

The vast white snow mountain, see only snow white, but look carefully, you can see the white snow, one after another delicate ice cold snow lotus, that one after another, in full bloom in the snow mountain, and this snow is almost integrated.

”The wind blows, the clouds see the moon, the night dew whispers, listen to the insects, the snow lotus cries, the butterfly is distressed, don't cry, don't mourn, the branches and leaves outside the window rustle, accompany you with the clouds into the snow, the night is deep, the day is cold, watching the white gradually ice. Flowers in the wind, sleeping in the middle of the moon, half plain face of flowers and moon, mirror in the water, fairy in the painting, butterflies flying into sleep. ”

Lullaby clearly reminds me that in a small room on the snow mountain, the girl is humming lullaby while coaxing her younger brother and sister to sleep. The little girl has been sleeping sweetly. The young boy half opens his eyes, turns over, learns how to look, pats his sister and coaxes him to sleep.

The girl looked at the little boy. With a smile, he continued to sing: ”the moon is deep and white, the dew is heavy, the paper-cut window lattice shadow is invisible, the Butterfly Dreams, the fog is with the wind, and he wants to speak speechless. Listen to the wind, the woods listen to the sound of frogs, the cold wind of the summer moon enters the skin layer, the cold mountain in the sky, the cold night, with you accompany me into the deep dream, the flower in the snow, the moon in the ice, the snow moon is just the wind, the man in the mirror, the sky in the water, and the fog should be gone to sleep.”

It's snowing. It's snowing in August. The color of snow has wrapped the house.

Everything is like a dream, like a dream illusion, untouchable, untouchable, yearning and unreachable.

”Sister, sister, wake up.” All of a sudden, I heard a familiar voice and opened my eyes. In front of me was a big face magnified n times.

I frowned and whispered. ”Butterfly, what are you doing?”

”Hee hee, sister, you are awake.” The little girl moved away her face with a smile, and then she came up again. The little head was still rubbing in my arms. ”Sister's back. Dieer misses her sister very much.”

Looking at the little girl like this, I sighed. ”All right. What is this place? ” What is this place? I just remember that I just got out of the basement of the building. As a result, I fainted because my eyes were extremely uncomfortable. I remember seeing Nangong Shuo? How could he be there?

”This is Tian Han mountain, sister.” Xiaobaozi sat beside me and tilted his head.

”Tian Han Shan?” I was surprised. How could this be possible? Tianhan mountain has been gone for a long time, hasn't it? And it's not right to look at the scenery.

”Well, today's Tian Han mountain.” Ling Wu nodded and replied.

I nodded knowingly, ”do you live here now?” Xuanyuanying can't put them in the gate. Although the most dangerous place is the safest place, the reverse is the same.