Qingyao just lived in Cailing Mountain like this.

During the day, she still drove the clouds and chased the birds and beasts, and the laughter like silver bells spread throughout Cailing Mountain. At night, she and Bai Bing fell asleep with her back against the Hehuan Tree.

After a few days, Xiaofeng, who had been stinking, saw that Qingyao was unstoppable. Thinking about how Qingyao was a little swaying, she was not a bad person. Finally, she was defeated. Niu Niu came to the top of the mountain with a pinch. Seeing this, Bai Bing immediately became a peacemaker, and Qingyao also invited her to pick fruits openly. Xiaofeng sighed and accepted her.

Life is dull, but Bai Bing feels not empty. It is not enough to chase Qingyao's figure every day, and at night, you have to stare at her face quietly while she is asleep, with a gentle smile on her face.

One night, Bai Bing looked at Qingyao's sleeping position as she was still secretly, but she suddenly opened her eyes. Before Bai Bing could withdraw her smile, she felt that her thoughts were seen through by her clear eyes for a moment, and she turned red at that time.

But Qingyao just smiled softly, stretched out her arms and put them around his neck, and said in a gentle tone: "Why keep looking at me?"

Bai Bing's heart was beating all the time. When she smelled the fragrance between her hair, she felt unreality in her dream.

He hesitated for a moment before slowly stretching out his hand to her waist, feeling the soft curve of her waist, and hearing her heartbeat all at once, the unbreakable heart fell into reality, and his smile gradually stretched out, saying, "You are pretty."

Qingyao sniffed and laughed: "This is the first time someone said I am good-looking."

Bai Bing said seriously: "You are just beautiful."

Qingyao smiled louder, shaking her body violently while laughing, and even Bai Bing shaking.

Bai Bing rubbed her hair and hugged her tighter.

Time flows slowly on Cailing Mountain. I don’t know how long it has been, maybe it has been hundreds or thousands of years. Bai Bing suddenly had a whim and wanted to go to the last snow field to see the plum blossoms.

Qingyao went with her happily, and the two landed outside the village again and saw the two plum trees.

The plum tree is slanted and the flowers are blooming as before. Time seems to be still in front of it, allowing it to fully maintain the most gorgeous form of life.

Bai Bing couldn't help but feel in a good mood. He took Qingyao's hand and sat under the plum tree, chatting about what Qingyao did when he came last time.

Qingyao was still anxious and refused to let him speak. Bai Bing had no worries this time, and she was determined to tease her, turning her romantic and interesting stories to the sky. Qingyao blushed and jumped up and down, saying that she wanted to go back and ignored him again. Then Bai Bing came to beg for mercy and pressed her in her arms.

The north wind swept the snow particles and fluttered all over.

Bai Bing brushed the snow off Qingyao's hair, and suddenly found that her hair was messy, so she picked up her scattered black hair, and was about to find a hairband for her to wrap it around, Qingyao had already handed a silver rope in her heart and looked at him with a smile.

Bai Bing looked at the silver rope and his hands suddenly became stiff, as if he couldn't stand the cold winter and could not curl up. He couldn't grab the silver rope for a long time.

Looking at Qingyao's smiling face again, the face he was used to seeing and never tired of looking at, his arms suddenly stood up, his pupils stretched and contracted, and his face changed in horror. The next moment, he reached out and held Qingyao's face.

"Qingyao, Qingyao, Qingyao..."

He wanted to say something, but the words seemed to be locked in his throat and could not take them out. He had to repeat her name over and over again.

Qingyao didn't understand why, so she wrapped her hair with a silver rope on her own and said, "What are you looking at like this? It's so scary."

Bai Bing seemed a little crazy and didn't answer her for a long time. Qingyao looked at him dissatisfiedly for a while, stood up and said, "There's nothing fun here, let's go back!"

She handed her hand to Bai Bing, squeezed her eyes and urged, "Go away!" Bai Bing was stunned for a moment, and finally handed her hand to her.

On the way back, Qingyao was in front and Bai Bing was behind. Qingyao's big hand seemed to have infinite power. Bai Bing was taken away by her without using any spells.

There are vast snowy fields and mountains, and it seems that there are only two of them left between the heaven and earth.

Bai Bing looked at the silver rope flying behind Qingyao's head, and his eyes became more and more confused. The two flew out for another two miles, and could see the end of the snowfield in their eyes. Bai Bing suddenly pulled Qingyao suddenly and stopped first.

Qingyao almost fell off the clouds and fell to the ground in anger. The first thing she did was to punish Bai Bing, but she saw Bai Bing with a decisive intention, and reached her hand behind her head very slowly and pulled her hairband off.

Without restraint, his hair suddenly flew freely in the cold north wind. The plum blossoms and clothes on his body flew like a flag. But no matter how strong the wind was, it did not stop him from standing straight, like a jade tree proud of snow and frost, unyieldingly stubborn.

He looked at the silver rope in his hand without saying a word, and his face turned cold inch by inch.

What Qingyao said when she gave him a silver rope that day echoed in her ears.

"This is my magic silver rope, which contains the first spiritual breath I spit out when I transform into a child. Although it is not valuable and everyone in the fairy world has it, we can only make this one in our life."

"You really have to give such a precious thing to me?"

"I've said that it's not something valuable. Just as your hairband is broken, I'll give it to you for wrapping your hair!"

Bai Bing slowly looked up at Qingyao, and Qingyao also looked at him for a moment without any special expression on her face.

After a long time, Bai Bing struggled to find his voice and shouted in despair: "Who are you?"

Qingyao stepped forward and said anxiously: "I am Qingyao."

She wanted to hold Bai Bing, but Bai Bing took a quick step back and distanced herself from her.

"Where is Qingyao? Where did you hide her?"

Qingyao looked at him for a few seconds, and suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke, and whistled at Bai Bing.

Bai Bing's eyes were stern, and a ball of white flame had formed in his right hand, and he smashed it mercilessly towards the black smoke. With a roar, the black smoke was swallowed by the white flames, as if it had never appeared before.

Bai Bing looked at the snow field, which was suddenly empty, and was struggling and even gasping for difficulty.

A strong sense of powerlessness arose in his heart. He couldn't even stand steadily, but his feet were still moving forward like doing their own things.

After stumbled and walked out of another mile, he finally walked out of the snow field, but felt that the world was vast and he didn't know where he was going.

"Qingyao must still be waiting for me in Cailing Mountain!"

As soon as this thought came out, Bai Bing no longer cared about who pretended to be Qingyao and rushed back to Cailing Mountain.

He stood above the rolling sea of ​​clouds, looking at the Hehua tree that was floating in the wind not far away, but did not dare to take a step forward.

"What if she is not here? Where should I find her?"

While hesitating, he suddenly saw the canopy of the Hehuan tree tremble violently. A bird with bright fur dragged its long tail feathers and rushed towards him. While flying, he was thrusting his nose and howled, "Qingyao is gone!"

Bai Bing immediately fell from the sea of ​​clouds, and the wind sounded loudly in his ears, and his eyes were pitch black, and anger seemed to be a firecracker that suddenly popped up on his head.

He turned over, stopped the downward trend, and suddenly lifted his body and turned into the sea of ​​clouds again, but he no longer had his usual expression. He saw his eyes red and his face ferociously. His silver hair was torn by the huge wind of the sea of ​​clouds, but he just wrapped the silver rope back fiercely. Then, he closed his eyes gently, stood still for a long time, and slowly opened it. His originally black pupils had become as white as frost and snow.

He opened his eyes.

Under the wise eyes, Cailing Mountains with dense forests, mountains, rivers, buildings and towns under the sea of ​​clouds, and the exhausted vision hidden by clouds. They can all be seen clearly.

He looked at the world in front of him and under his feet without much effort, but did not find him Qingyao.

But when his eyes fell on his hands, he found that a small poppy flower was wrapped around his wrist. The flowers were as beautiful as blood, and they were weak as wind. However, the thin stems had already been deeply trapped in his flesh and blood, sucking his already broken soul hungrily.

Bai Bing fell from the clouds again, but this time he couldn't get up no matter how hard he climbed.

He squinted his eyes, and without the suppression of his dreams, the pain of his soul leaving the body spread to his already faint consciousness.

In a daze, he thought desperately: "It would be great if he didn't wake up."
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