Author: Bachelor in White

After the three of them laughed, they didn't have time to taste the joy of seeing the sun again.

Almost at the same time, the expressions of Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei, and Monk all changed at the same time.

The monk's eyes, nostrils, and ears overflowed with blood at the same time. He covered his head in pain, as if it had been torn apart.

Although Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei were not "bleeding from seven holes" like the monks, their severe headaches still made them unbearable and their eardrums buzzed with pain.

Zheng Xiu took the opportunity to hug Feng Bei.

Feng Bei shed two lines of clear tears.

A big dream, turned into nothing in a blink of an eye.

Although the hundreds of years they have experienced in the world in the painting may seem illusory, for the three of them, they are actually "memories" that have accumulated for more than a hundred years.

Fragments of memories that lasted for hundreds of years washed through their minds like a flood in an instant, as if they were trying to squeeze out their brains. This kind of pain is difficult to describe in words unless you have personally experienced it.

I do not know how long it has been.

When Feng Bei woke up, he found that he had rolled into Zheng Xiu's arms.

Zheng Xiu looked at him with a smile. At this moment, Zheng Xiu's body shape was clearly still that of "Zheng Shan." But in the world of the painting, they had been husband and wife for ten years. No matter how Zheng Xiu's appearance and body shape changed, Feng Bei only changed from that.

You can recognize him with just two eyes.

In the painting, the people are fake and the feelings are real.

The back view is fake, but the tears are real.

Time is fake, husband and wife are real.

So, who can tell the true from the false?

The two hugged each other quietly on the snow, enjoying the silence and peace of this moment, as if they were trying to transition from falsehood to reality.

"Brother, sister... ah no, Miss Feng, are you okay?"

I don't know how much time passed, but the monk squatted aside and scratched his head, and asked a little embarrassedly.

Zheng Xiu looked into Feng Bei's eyes: "We..."

Feng Bei stretched out his fingers, covered Zheng Xiu's mouth, and slowly shook his head.

It was Feng Bei who left Zheng Xiu's arms first. She stood up, her expression returned to its former coldness, she patted the snow on her body, stood aside and said softly: "It's time to go."

Feng Bei's sudden attitude made Zheng Xiu's chest feel tight. He took a breath, nodded, and said nothing.

"Hiss-hiss-"

After the avalanche, everything was in chaos. At this time, a weak voice attracted the attention of the three people. They followed the sound and found that the huge white snake was still alive, and its snow-white scales were almost blended with the snow.

From a distance, it looks like a small snow hill. The three of them are in different moods now. If they hadn't heard the sound, they might have ignored it.

The monk and Feng Bei looked at Zheng Xiu at the same time. When something happened, they subconsciously let Zheng Xiu make the decision and regarded him as their backbone.

The centuries-old influence of the scroll left a lot in the hearts of the three people, but for a while, it was difficult to figure out exactly what it left behind.

In it, Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu are husband and wife. Zheng Xiu once mistook Feng Bei for Xie Luo He, Feng Bei willingly played Xie Luo He, Monk was Xie Luo He's brother, and Fan Yao ended up becoming everyone's mortal enemy.

Just thinking about these layers of relationships, the complexity is mind-numbing.

Zheng Xiu stepped forward to check. Snow drifted down, and two dark eyes were pitifully exposed, full of pleading.

"Hiss...hiss...hiss..."

At this moment, the white snake was already dying. There was a gash in its belly and it was still bleeding.

Feng Bei stood behind Zheng Xiu, looking at the vivid look in the white snake's eyes, he was a little surprised: "This snake has actually opened up its spiritual wisdom."

More and more little snakes emerged from all directions.

They coiled around the big white snake, raised their pointed heads, and spat out messages to Zheng Xiu, hissing, snorting, and smelling like they were at war with each other.

Zheng Xiu smiled, approached the big white snake, and slapped the big white snake on its head.

"hiss!"

For a moment, the bodies of all the little white snakes were compressed into a spring shape, as if the whole army was about to attack.

"Hiss!"

The white snake's letter made a sharp sound, and the reactions of the little snakes weakened.

The monk was also shocked: "It seems to be afraid of us."

"Who cut it just now?" Zheng Xiu asked.

The monk and Feng Bei looked at Zheng Xiu at the same time: "You."

"Oh, I almost forgot, that's no wonder." Zheng Xiu grinned, showed a kind smile towards the big white snake, and touched the scales on the nose of the big white snake: "Do you dare to eat me next time?"

"Hiss, hiss..."

"Don't you dare anymore?"

"Hiss!"

"Turn hostility into friendship?"

"hiss!"

"become!"

One person and one snake spoke as if they could communicate with each other. This scene shocked the monk: "Brother, you can actually understand snake language?"

"I don't understand it, but I can probably understand it. Maybe I am teasing cats a lot. Their eyes look similar."

When Zheng Xiu talked about the cat, Feng Bei closed his eyes with a cold expression, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Zheng Xiu stretched out his hand in front of Feng Bei and the monk, and many terrifying blood-colored eyes suddenly appeared in the palm. The eyes squeezed out of the palm, like a small chain, and the sound of flesh and bone squeezing sounded harshly,

A slender "penholder" extends along the end of the eyeball chain. The tip of the penholder is actually composed of five flexed fingers, which is quite strange.

Seeing this scene, Feng Bei finally showed a trace of nervousness on his face: "Are you okay?"

She is worried.

Zheng Xiu shook his head with a smile, grabbed a new paintbrush, bitten his fingernails and got a drop of blood on the tip, painted in the air, and drew needle and thread.

"It may take some time, please stay back and wait."

Now that Zheng Xiu had said so, even though Feng Bei and the monk didn't know why, they still stood in the distance obediently and watched Zheng Xiu do what he said.

"Expose your belly." Zheng Xiu said to the big white snake. The big white snake actually understood Zheng Xiu's words and exposed the wound hidden in the snow. Zheng Xiu used a knife to open the snake's belly and the wound was neat. Now he can deal with it.

It was also simple. After spending a while to sew up the wound on the snake's belly, he put away his "paint brush", touched the center of his eyebrows, and started to shake the slot machine.

Next, the monk and Feng Bei saw a funny scene.

Two large scimitars first appeared in Zheng Xiu's hand. With a dissatisfied look on his face, he rushed up the hill.

Boom!

Tianyin Mountain was shaken for a while, and another mountain caused an avalanche.

Zheng Xiu ran back with a gray face, covered in snow, and sat there for a while.

The second time, Zheng Xiu had a throwing knife in his hand. He threw the knife away with a constipated expression on his face.

A small piece of the top of Tianyin Mountain was cut off.

An hour later, the other side of Tianyin Mountain was already full of craters. The gray mountain wall exposed after the avalanche was full of cracks and holes. The big white snake looked at the macho man with an expression that became more and more fearful and fearful.

Until the seventh time, Zheng Xiu rubbed his head with sweat.

A long sword with green light appeared in Zheng Xiu's hand.

"bingo!"

Zheng Xiu finally made [Broken Moon] with [Medical].

"Don't hide from this knife. If you do, I might never be able to pull it out again."

Zheng Xiu reminded the White Snake.

"Hiss..."

The big white snake looked at the green sword light in front of him, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, and he closed his eyes.

Zheng Xiu jumped up high, swung his sword, and green light rained down from the sky, dyeing the white snow into a green ocean.

"Compassionate Heaven and Merciful Rain!"

The sutured wounds on the Great White Snake's abdomen are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the skin and flesh are growing.

Cured.

It can be said that the big white snake survived from a desperate situation, with a mixture of sadness and joy. It rolled its body happily on the snow, and finally lay down in front of Zheng Xiu, stretched out its scarlet letter and licked Zheng Xiu's face.

The monk sighed: "What a wonderful skill!"

Feng Bei pouted: "He knows a lot."
To be continued...