That persistent figure silently said an oath, "Looking through the autumn water, waiting for you until the end of the world!"

"Jinxiang's eagerness" can be roughly used to describe Ruoxue's mood at this time: that kind of joy, hesitation, and fear are all stirring up her heart. She did not dare to step forward rashly, staring straight at the back, and tried many times before she could barely find the voice.

, said dryly: "I... am here."

The white robe reflects on the snow, the elegant back freezes the loneliness, and the unchanging posture of holding the orchid flute in his hand all tells the story of a man's persistence for the love in his heart.

Ruoxue saw that the man did not turn around or react in any other way. He was still facing her and playing the flute. Was he angry? Angry that she came to him now?

Ruoxue hurriedly ran over, but found that she could not get close to the man. The distance between them seemed to have never changed.

Ruoxue did not give up and continued to run. She did not believe that he could not reach him before he could reach the beginning of the universe. How many springs and autumns did he wait for her? Day and night, waiting for her! She could also catch up with him and respond to his affection no matter how long it took or how many years there were.

Tired, she won't stop until he is willing to look back

Murong Jinghong's face was very ugly. He looked worriedly at Ruoxue running desperately in place on the official road. He didn't know what Ruoxue saw in the illusion. Why did he have to be so persistent and run for his life all day long?

Let her continue running like this. It is estimated that in 5 days, if she is not exhausted, her legs will at least be disabled. Murong Jinghong gathered a trace of snow thoughts in his hands with an expressionless face, making the space around Ruoxue still, and time stopped.

This will cause him to lose a lot of Xueyang Qi. At least that girl will be fine in five days.

Ruoxue was desperately chasing the silver-haired man playing the orchid flute in the illusion. Murong Jinghong was on the flowing clouds above the palace outside the illusion, trying hard to freeze the four-dimensional space around Ruoxue with his thoughts of snow.

The purple crystal ball emits an evil light. An old man with a white beard pursed his lips and smiled with satisfaction: "Ancestor Hongjun, I didn't expect that you are so sincere in cultivating humanity. It's a pity that you are so confident that you even declared yourself a Yuan."

Ling, do you think everything will develop according to your calculations? But I really didn’t expect that you spent so much thought on this Snow Diamond Palace and actually left clues that I am there. Even if Ziyue finds you, he can’t recognize you.”

The old man thought of a person's shadow in his mind: silver threads like snow and willows, tall and handsome figure
Chapter completed!