There's something wrong with the general.

The weather in Bingjian Mountain is particularly cold this year.

The icicles are several feet long, and Bingjian Mountain, which is covered with ice and snow all year round, is roaring with strong winds.

The sky and the earth are all white, like white satin spread on the ground.

Before daybreak, snow began to fall again.

The snow kept falling, getting heavier and heavier, almost flooding the road to the sky.

We have been walking for several hours, why not stop and rest?

There happened to be a hole in front.

Zhiming pondered for a moment.

He slowed down the flying sword and flew towards the cave.

The snow falls with the wind.

Although Wen Yuxi was held in Zhiming's arms.

Snowflakes still penetrated through every pore and got onto his cheeks.

Wen Yuxi slept for a long time.

The coolness on his face made him slowly wake up.

The person is still in Zhiming's arms.

It was warm and comfortable, and Wen Yuxi couldn't help rubbing it.

Zhiming sensed some movement and looked down.

At this moment, Wen Yuxi happened to look up.

There was still a mist in his eyes, his peach blossom eyes were blinking slightly, his lips were slightly open, and his cheeks were rosy, like a well-behaved cat.

Zhiming tightened the hood on his head and said in a low voice, "Awake?"

"Yeah." The voice was a little lazy and hoarse.

Her eyes rested on his lips for a moment, then flew away like a fluttering butterfly.

Zhiming touched his head through his hood and asked, "Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Wen Yuxi shook her head: "I've had enough sleep. I don't want to sleep anymore."

I felt the flying sword slow down.

I couldn't help but lean over to take a look, but was frozen by the strong wind and snow and shrank back into his arms.

Wen Yuxi was puzzled and asked blankly.

"Where are we? Why is it so cold?"

Zhiming's brows relaxed and he smiled slightly.

Using her arms to shield him from the wind and snow, she leaned close to his ear and said, "This is Bingjian Mountain. There's a blizzard outside, so we can't fly. Let's go to the cave and rest."

"Snow?"

Wen Yuxi looked at Zhiming with shining eyes, holding him with both hands and wanting to go see the snow outside.

Heavy snow.

I believe everyone in the south hopes to see a heavy snow.

I also want to play snowball fights, build snowmen, and roll around in the snow like a child.

Wen Yuxi looked outside with a fascinated look on his face, his eyes curved like two crescent moons.

We are almost at the cave entrance.

Zhiming lowered the flying sword to the ground, held his elbows with both hands, and put him down.

"Go play. I'll go check out the cave."

Zhiming let go of his hand and walked towards the cave.

As soon as his body left Zhiming, which was like a big warm stove, Wen Yuxi suddenly felt that the heavy snow no longer smelled good.

He shrank his neck and shuddered.

But come all come.

Wen Yuxi ran happily in the snow.

Flakes of snow fell on the head, sleeves and body.

It turned into snow and soaked into the cloak.

Even so, the snow fell quickly, and soon his body was covered in white.

"Master... Yuxi, it's cold outside, come in quickly."

Zhiming stood at the cave entrance about ten feet away from him.

She stands tall and gracefully, with her robes fluttering in the wind, like an immortal about to fly away.

Wen Yuxi's eyes lit up when he saw him.

A hint of cunning flashed across his face.

He bent down and quickly made a snowball on the ground.

Then, he shouted, "Zhiming, look here!"

Before he could finish his words, the snowball flew towards him in a parabolic trajectory.

Zhiming was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses in an instant.

Withdraw the spiritual power from your body.

He tilted his body slightly, and the snowball flew towards the cave entrance.

Wen Yuxi was a little annoyed that she didn't see Zhiming making a fool of himself.

An idea suddenly came to his mind, and he threw another snowball in the same way.

He dodged it easily again.

Wen Yuxi feigned anger and sat down in the snow, saying, "It's too boring to stop playing."

He put his hands on the ground as if he was not afraid of the cold.

Zhiming moved lightly, stopped in front of him, and stretched out his slender and warm hand.

The annoyance on Wen Yuxi's face disappeared instantly, and he was filled with smiles.

She placed her cold hand in his palm.

With a gentle tug, she fell into his arms, wrapping her legs around his body.

Zhiming: “….”

The warm body wrapped around him like a water snake.

He stood there stiffly, unsure how to react.

He didn't even notice the hands that were messing with him.

He placed his hand gently on Wen Yuxi's waist to prevent him from falling.

Wen Yuxi narrowed his eyes, put one hand around Zhiming's neck, and with the other hand, stuffed the snowball he had just hidden into his collar.

Zhiming: “…”

At this moment, a sudden chill ran across my back.

Then, the coolness continued to move downwards...

Zhiming: “…”

After the attack was successful, Wen Yuxi jumped off him like a cat stealing fish.

Run quickly into the cave.

Zhiming silently melted the snowball, stared at his back, and smiled softly.

It was windy and snowy outside, but it was much warmer in the cave.

The wind was howling at the entrance of the cave, but there was silence inside.

Wen Yuxi walked into the cave and saw a bonfire burning in the cave.

Sparks crackled and the flames flickered, illuminating the cave.

Wen Yuxi scanned the cave.

There are even stone beds and stone tools inside.

At this time, Zhiming walked in, patted the snow off his body and said, "As soon as the snow stops, we will set off."

The snow on his body fell at the entrance of the cave and quickly melted into snow water.

Zhiming glanced at Wen Yuxi and said, "Come here."

He was playing in the snow outside just now and was covered in a layer of white.

Wen Yuxi had just played a prank on someone, and felt guilty so he didn't dare to get close.

What if he also picked up a snowball from outside and put it in his collar?

Zhiming seemed to see his worry and laughed dumbly, "There's snow on your robe. If it melts on you, you'll catch a cold."

Seeing his serious look.

Wen Yuxi stood up and moved to his side.

Zhiming lowered his head and gently brushed off the snow on his body with his slender fingers.

Wen Yuxi stared at him quietly.

The firelight gave him a golden glow, making him look warm.

His eyelashes were very long, like a fan, and when he squinted slightly, they left a silhouette on his eyes.

Beautiful eyebrows, watery eyes, a high nose, thin lips, and a handsome face. The Creator is really unfair.

Gave this man so many wonderful things.

Wen Yuxi reached out his hand as if possessed by a ghost and held the man's face.

Zhiming was stunned and his hands stretched out stiffly.

Wen Yuxi stared at him blankly, her thoughts seemed to have flown away.

After a long while, there was no sign of loosening.

With his eyes slightly lowered, Zhiming curled his fingers slightly and whispered, "What's wrong?"

Wen Yuxi cried out "Ah" before coming to his senses.

The hands are still on the person's face. What is going on?

Wen Yuxi secretly groaned inwardly, but replied calmly, "I was just playing in the snow. It was too cold. I warmed my hands."

Upon hearing this, Zhiming stopped what he was doing and held his hand in his.

My hands were really cold, red from the cold.

His hands were big and his fingers were long, enough to wrap around Wen Yuxi completely.

Wen Yuxi's heart couldn't help but beat wildly.

Something feels wrong.

Is this something someone who has just met twice should do?

I subconsciously wanted to pull my hand back.

He held it tightly.

Wen Yuxi gave him a puzzled look.

Zhiming smiled gently: "Wait, it will be hot in a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hands quickly warmed up as if they had been soaked in hot water.

!!!

Wen Yuxi looked at him in surprise, his eyes sparkling: "What kind of magic is this? Teach me."

Zhiming shook his head: "This requires spiritual power, you..." will be able to learn it later.

"Oh."

Wen Yuxi showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "So it's a fairy method, then there's no point in you teaching it to me."

After a while, Zhiming let go of his hand and walked towards the fire.