Misty GL

Lianhui let the snow fall on her body, she ran happily in the snow,

The dragon red ginseng jumped up and down on her shoulders, and from time to time jumped on top of her head,

"Shaoguang, look, the shape of the snow is not exactly the same",

Lianhui turned her head excitedly, and saw Shaoguang walking slowly in the void,

The enchantment blocked the flying snow, and he walked with no snow on his body, showing the demeanor of an exile, without any embarrassment.

"The enchantment is really boring," Lian Hui muttered, holding a ball of snow quietly in his hand,

"What?" Shaoguang raised his eyebrows and asked, Lian raised his arm back, and a ball of snow hit Shaoguang, and when it touched the barrier, it dispersed.

Shaoguang pursed his mouth lightly, raised his hand, and a gust of wind and snow rolled up on the floor, hitting Lian back with his head covering his face.

It messed up her figure, and she fell crookedly in the snow,

The brows, the corners of the eyes, and even the sockets of the neck were covered with snow, and he was bouncing while exhaling white gas.

"I like to watch the snow, but I don't like to play with it," Shaoguang said lightly,

Seeing that Lianhui managed to pat off the snow from her body, she patted the green pine next to her with her palm, and the snow fell rustlingly.

Falling with a crash, Luolian turned her head and face full, her mouth was covered with snow, her little face was flushed and she screamed.

It's not that I don't like playing in the snow, I obviously like it very much.

Lianhui gritted her teeth and hummed, pretending to be inadvertently patting the snow on her body, until she was not far from Shaoguang, and threw herself.

The divine body will not be blocked by the enchantment.

Lianhui directly grabbed Shaoguang's feet, threw her into the snow, shook her head,

Sprinkled snow all over her face, and said with a smile, "I see you like playing with snow."

Unexpectedly by her counterattack, Shaoguang looked stunned and snorted,

The pure white snow is reflected in the clear eyes, cold and clear, with a fairy air,

Lian Hui stared blankly, and then realized that he was lying on her soft body,

A refreshing fragrance hits the tip of the nose, it smells very good, like magnolia flower, and osmanthus flower.

Lianhui's face was a little hot, she got up in a panic,

In the white snow all over the place, Shaoguang's green shirt was elegant, her black hair was scattered in the snow, her complexion was fairer than the snow, and her face that bullied the frost was better than the snow, it was peerless.

It seems that there is a meaningful picture scroll in front of you, like misty rain and misty water,

Feixue fell gently on her forehead, cheeks, and in those cold eyes.

Lianhui hurriedly turned her head away, her heart was beating fast, pounding, as if everything was still,

There is only the sound of heartbeat in my ears, as if it is about to jump out of my throat,

Jump out, those two words are called love.

Lianhui looked at her dully, Mo Yin and Qianxue's figures flashed in front of her eyes, the two overlapping and lingering bodies blended together,

As if to be embedded in the other person's body,

His eyes were full of the figure of the other party, exuding an expression of obsession and intoxication.

She thought of Qianxue brushing Moyin's face, with an obsessive expression, and murmured,

"I am yours, I am yours, Mo Yin, my body and my heart are yours",

No regrets for infatuation, no regrets for death, before Qianxue died, she also missed Mo Yin and loved Mo Yin.

Lianhui stared at Shaoguang obsessively, the faces of Moyin and Qianxue in her mind,

It was replaced by her and Shaoguang, the kind of lingering and embracing each other,

It should be a feeling of trembling and palpitation.

She wants to try, she wants to give her body and mind to Shaoguang, just like Qianxue,

Regardless of whether Mo Yin is disgusted or happy, he wants to be handed over to her, in her hands, in her heart.

Shao Guang got up, raised his hand to pat the snow off his body, and watched Lian Hui standing still in a daze,

Cool fingers brushed her forehead and tapped it lightly.

Lianhui was still immersed in his thoughts, suddenly a shadow flashed in front of his eyes,

It's too late to hide, it's Shaoguang Weiliang's fingers.

Lian's footsteps staggered when she turned back, and she fell straight into the snow. She raised her head and opened her arms,

Letting the ice and snow brush over her hot cheeks and scorching body, she sighed softly.

It turns out, it turns out that from the moment she sent the Misty Flower,

Many things are preordained;

It is destined that she regards Shaoguang as the most important person, as someone who can give up her life for it and also protect it.

Infatuation without regret, love for life, she learned from Qianxue,

She didn't understand at the time, but after Shao Guang appeared, she gradually understood.

"Get up, don't you have spiritual power, and aren't you afraid of the cold?" Shaoguang stretched out his hand to her, and the warm sunshine shone behind her,

It seemed to give her a halo.

Lianhui looked at her fascinatedly, stretched out his hand, and held his hands briefly, but felt the softness and warmth of her palm.

Lian Huihui followed behind Shao Guang, thinking wildly,

"It's you who said you want to come, and you are the one who is absent-minded." Shaoguang said coldly, "If you don't want to turn, go back."

"Let's go, let's go again", Lianhui said reluctantly, "If Emperor Changsheng finds out that I am here, you will be punished",

Shao Guang shook his head, "Right now, you have no spiritual power...",

She paused, grabbed Lianhui's wrist, and after careful inspection, Xiumei couldn't help but frown tightly, her tone was cold,

"Where is the spiritual power in your body?"

Lianhui struggled, put her hands behind her back, and didn't make a sound.

"That palace lord has ruined your spiritual power again." Shao Guang's eyes were dark, and he was faintly angry, but with a trace of imperceptible helplessness.

"It doesn't matter", Lianhui smiled at her, "The spiritual power is gone, it will be repaired again",

Shaoguang sighed softly, and after a long time, Fang said,

"Perhaps, having no spiritual power is a good thing for you,"

When she said this, Lianhui didn't hear her.

She was squatting on the side of the road, with her butt pouted, carefully looking at the white flowers in full bloom on the side of the road.

Those flowers are somewhat similar to Misty, but more fluffy, a bit like dandelions, but shaped like ice crystals, blooming in clusters.

Lianhui once saw it in her mother's house.

Every time the lotus is mischievous, just hold the flower stem and swing it a little harder,

The clusters of petals are like snowflakes falling, sprinkled down one after another.

The mother didn't say anything, she just frowned slightly, and then she would take some snacks to coax Lian to come back to eat.

Later, when Lian Hui grew up a bit, she understood her mother's slightly frowning brows and the distress hidden in her eyes.

I understand that my mother should like this flower very much.

"This is called Huanxuehua, born in Beiyu, the flower stem is like clear ice and snow, and when it blooms, it looks like snowflakes," Shao Guang said softly,

Lianhui's doubtful fingers brushed over the flower stem, the phantom snowflake trembled, and one after another the petals fell,

It was like snowflakes falling, pure and flawless, exactly the same as the flowers in her mother's room in her memories.

Since Moon God was pregnant with lotus and returned to her birth, because of her weak body, she never left Wanshen Mountain.

Come to think of it, only Aunt Hua could bring Huan Xuehua back from Beiyu.

In Lianhui's memory, the Flower God is often absent from Wanshen Mountain.

According to the servants, before Lianhui was born, the flower god often ran outside,

Sometimes they bring back all kinds of rare gadgets and give them away.

Lianhui remembered the phantom snowflakes in her mother's room, since she could remember, they were rarely broken, and every time they failed, they would be replaced with new ones.

People in Wanshen Mountain said that the relationship between Flower God and Moon God is not good, and they secretly competed.

Lianhui also bumped into her a few times, and the flower god was kicked out by her mother, with a worried look on her face.

It was even rumored that the Flower God gave birth to Xian Ah in order to compete with the Moon God.

It's just to prevent the blood of the gods from leaving only the blood of the moon god.

Now that I think about it carefully, after the flower god gave birth to Xian Ah, she didn't care much about her.

Therefore, after Xiaolianhui was born, she almost watched her grow up.

In Lianhui's most vague memory, Mother's body became weaker and weaker,

Huashen didn't come out of Wanshen Mountain very often, she often went to find her mother, sometimes she was rejected, and sometimes she was kicked out directly.

Flower God's beautiful and moving face is full of lingering tiredness and helplessness,

Every time he met Lian Hui, he would stop and ask her a few words.

"Do you like Huanxuehua?" Shaoguang's words interrupted Lianhui's thoughts,

She raised her head in astonishment, and said softly, "My mother likes Huan Xuehua".

"Speaking of..." Shaoguang said,

"The flower god Lingwan has the fairy power to order the flowers to bloom and wither, but this phantom snowflake was born in the extreme cold in the north and is not under the control of the flower god."

As soon as Shao Guang said it, Lian Hui realized the Tao,

"No wonder, the phantom snowflakes in my mother's room will wither and decay. She always feels distressed, but she is extremely lovable."

"It turned out to be Luna's beloved flower." Shao Guang looked at Huan Xuehua and whispered,

"Maybe, unlike other ever-blossoming flowers, it will gradually bloom, decline, and wither,

Exuding the beauty of each stage, it will become your mother's favorite thing",

"Its life can only bloom once, and then gradually come to an end." Shaoguang's words awakened Lianhui,

Yes, in the Wanshen Mountain where the God of Flowers lives, hundreds of flowers are always blooming and undefeated.

But only the phantom snowflakes spend their whole life in full bloom, and then walk towards the withering and ending of life,

In the dark, it also foreshadowed her mother's gradually depleted vitality, no wonder she felt distressed.

"But..." Lian Hui raised his eyes to look at Shao Guang, his clear eyes were covered with mist,

"It has tried its best to bloom, and you won't regret it, right?",

"That is its fate, and it cannot be changed throughout its life." Shaoguang's eyes were as deep as a deep pool, and he could not see his true emotions clearly.

Either with restraint and calmness, or detachment that sees through everything.

Perhaps, as Shuoming said, Shaoguang's character has learned seven or eight points from the Emperor Changsheng, and his life is peaceful, and there is no wave in the ancient well.

Shaoguang saw Lianhui lowering her head, with a sad expression on her face, and said,

"In a few days, the Suzaku who wants to come to Ling Xiaofeng will be born",

"Suzaku?!", Lianhui really raised her head with a surprised expression, "Suzaku, an ancient mythical beast!".

Shao Guang nodded, "Suzaku is born with vast spiritual power, and will inevitably be born with visions, shaking the earth and shaking mountains,

That's why Ling Xiao faction wanted to use the strength of the four factions to set up a magic circle to resist Suzaku's real fire and trap it in the formation.

After seven days, the real fire has dissipated, and then the Suzaku can be tamed."

"Interesting", Lianhui clapped her hands and laughed, "Shaoguang, take me to see the birth of Suzaku",

Shaoguang's forehead twitched,

This is the birth of the Suzaku, not the birth of the Sparrow. If you go to someone who has no spiritual power, that is to die.