Chapter 142 (1/2)

Bamboo forest after a night of heavy snow. It was covered with a thick layer of snow. That cobblestone paved bluestone path, also completely covered.

Today, no one came to sweep the snow away. Leng Yin knew that the snow sweeper couldn't get up. I'm afraid that even a little movement was very difficult.

The thick snow was creaking.

A series of steps. It extends to the front of the bamboo house.

The door of the bamboo house was pushed open and a faint smell of herbal medicine came out.

The man lying in the room seemed to hear the movement. ”Yan'er, you don't have to come here. I can do it by myself.”

Cool sound after listening to the warm sound in the room, the mood is a little complicated. She came to the door and whispered, ”peak Lord, it's me.”

Lying on the bed, xuanbailu suddenly froze after hearing such a familiar voice.

A moment later, he turned his head and looked at the cool voice standing at the door.

”Something?” Xuanbailu stood at the door with a warm smile.

”Yes.” Cool voice looks at the man's pale face, a touch of self blame flashed in the dark eyes.

”What's the matter?”

”I need a thousand branches.”

Xuanbailu heard the speech, and her eyes flashed slightly. The smile at the corner of the mouth is a little bitter:

”in the middle of the main hall, in the vase on the bamboo table, there are thousand branches of wood

Liang Yin looks at the man's weak smile and opens his mouth.

Still did not say a word, pause for a moment. She turned around. He went to the main hall.

She did not know, in the moment she turned around, lying on the bed of Xuanbai dew, the light in her eyes quickly darkened, seemed to be a little lost.

In the blue and white porcelain vase on the table, there are several black branches.

When she was about to take out the thousand branches. She saw the color hanging on the wall again.

Suddenly, some messy pictures flashed in my mind. The cool voice raised his hand and covered his prickly head:

in late autumn, the bamboo leaves in front of the bamboo house fell on the ground, withered and withered.

A young man in white kneels in front of the bamboo house. The fox's face was full of remorse.

”Master It's all my fault. I shouldn't have done that to you. Please Don't drive me away! You can beat me, scold me, kill me! Please don't drive me away

The withered and yellow bamboo leaves are falling.

I don't know how long, the bamboo room finally came out of a beautiful man in white.

The man's silver hair is like a waterfall, beautiful as if a God's residence, but the eyes in the silver pupil are dead.

Looking at the young man kneeling on the ground in front of him, he has no emotion at all. His voice is as cold as ice dregs in the cold pool of ten thousand years.

”My whole life has been destroyed by you. Don't you want to let me go until now?”

”Master...” Kneeling on the ground of the youth, smell speech, suddenly opened his eyes, the color of pain under the eyes aggravated. Clenching the lips, blood spilled out.

A man standing at the door like a God. Looking at the sad look of the youth. There was no heartache. Just looked at him with disgust and said:

”you really make me sick.”

Kneeling on the ground, the young man in white heard this and his pupils shrank. Lift eyes, on the man's disgusted eyes.

In a flash, the young man's face was as white as paper.