It was late, the moon was shining on the snow, and the air was cold.In this day, how many people are drinking drinks under the moonlight, drunk with the beauties, at least, also enjoying the quietness brought by the moonlight. But Ye Duhong was not at his mother's side or at Su Yu's side. There was a Caoer beside him the original, but today Caoer fell into the water, and there was no news. Is it dead or alive? Ye Duhong was alone in the snow, breathing the cold air, and his heart was very unpleasant.
Ye Duhong wanted to tell, tell the sadness in his heart, his heart was shaking, his whole body was shaking. However, there is no one here, and he has no one to talk to. Then lament to the bright moon, the moon is very cold, so cold that people are sad. Is there anyone on the moon who is as sad as Ye Duhong? If so, how did he make himself better? If not, Ye Duhong would be too lonely. You look to the moon and you look to a place without people. Ye Duhong had tears in his eyes, and the tears were warm, and no one wiped them at this time. How sad he looked at the cold and bright moon. He suddenly felt that the moon was also sad, and seemed to cry. Ye Duhong suddenly laughed. Did the moon also encounter sad things, then what sad thing did the moon encounter? Ye Duhong asked the moon. However, the moon is as quiet as the snow here, there is no answer to Ye Duhong's words.
Ye Duhong has always claimed to be a genius. He thinks he is a genius in various aspects, such as fighting. He thinks he is the most powerful, but today, if he did not escape quickly, he would die under the ice sword of ice soul. Ye Duhong was scared after thinking about it.
At this moment, a crow flew over the sky. It fell on a dead tree next to him. Ye Duhong's attention was diverted. He saw that tree had died, but the trunk was still hard, and it didn't want to die. Ye Duhong also saw that the branch seemed to be struggling and suffering like an arm stretching out to the sky.Ye Duhong also noticed that the crow was actually white, as white as the snow. Ye Duhong only smiled at the corner of his mouth. He thought the crow was really interesting. The crow barked twice and landed on another branch.
Ye Duhong burst into laughter, he was so happy that he finally had a living creature with him. Ye Duhong stood under the tree, staring at the crow. For a moment, the crow seemed to see something and flew up to the sky. When the crow flew away, a huge loneliness struck again.
Ye Duhong was sitting on the snow. He didn't use the spell to warm his body, he let the cold snow directly contact the skin. His heart was so cold and his body was so cold.
The cold wind blew not only on the dead trees, but also on Ye Duhong in the snow. Ye Duhong and the dead tree feel sorry for each other.He looked at the dead tree and felt that the dead tree was also looking at himself. Ye Duhong is thinking, what is causing the current situation? Ye Duhong became more and more angry and looked at the dead tree, and that dead tree was like a demon again.
Ye Duhong held the sword in his hand. When he saw the dead tree like a demon, he grasped the sword tightly, pulled out the long sword, and stared at the trunk."Ah", rushed to the trunk and stabbed the sword towards the trunk. The trunk was hard. Ye Duhong failed to pierce the trunk several times. He laughed wildly in his mouth, chopped his sword on the trunk, and the trunk made a"tuk tuk"sound. Ye Duhong rushed to the tree trunk and trampled on the tree trunk. He only stepped on his two feet and was bounced back by the reaction force from the trunk. Then, Ye Duhong sat on the ground.
Ye Duhong began to mourn because his buttocks were on the ground and his tail bone was hurt. He hurt and couldn't move. Ye Duhong shouted in the mouth, "Can't move, don't move, don't move." His body is really hard to move, and the tail bone hurts when he move. Ye Duhong had to stay quietly for a while to recover his tailbone. For a long time, Ye Duhong's tailbone was no longer so painful. He tried to stand up and picked up the long and bright sword.
Ye Duhong cursed the tree with the most vicious language and let the tree die earlier. In fact, the tree died long ago. Ye Duhong rushed under the tree. After scolding enough, he raised his sword and cut down on the dead tree. Ye Duhong turned over and kept cutting the trunk. There were sword marks on the tree trunk. Ye Duhong's body suddenly leaped into the air. This was the light-weight skill he had learned. His body was spinning at the top of the tree. The sword in his hand kept chopping the canopy. Those branches that were not thick enough were chopped off. When the wind blew, it fell coldly on the snow.
Ye Duhong watched the branches fall in the air, he found that the black branches fell on the white snow as if ink on the white paper. He immediately felt fun, so he cut the branches again. This time, there was choice and purpose, the branches fell on the snow one after another, forming a pattern. What kind of painting did Ye Duhong draw with branches? That's a horse, which is the sign of Ye Duhong.
Ye Duhong fell on the snow and watched his masterpiece. This is indeed a realistic work, and his inner sorrow was partly dispatched.
While watching the branch paintings, a gust of wind blew through. The branch that had just been cut off and fell on the tree was blown down. The branch happened to hit Ye Duhong's head, and a hard branch of the branch struck Ye Duhong's neck. The neck was bleeding from scratches. Ye Duhong reached out and felt blood from behind his neck, and his heart was angry. Raised the sword again and slashed at the dead tree. This time Ye Duhong used almost 120% of his strength. The sword made a sound when it was cut on the tree, and only a moment later, the tree was cut clean, leaving a trunk to stand on the snow.
The cold wind blew the dead branches on the ground, the horse was blown up. Ye Duhong's long sword stood on his leg.Ye Duhong, who was alone in the snow, looked at the trunk, and the trunk was badly cut,take on a ferocious appearance. Ye Duhong was dissatisfied with the glaring look of the tree trunk, so he lifted his sword, stepped to the trunk, waved the sword twice in the air to demonstrate, and slash at the tree trunk. This time Ye Duhong activated the spell,the blade glowing blue, and when it touched the trunk, the trunk broke with a bang, and the severed trunk fell heavily on the ground, splashing with icy snowflakes.
A dead tree was cut by Ye Duhong, and there was a stump on the snow, and the annual rings on the stump can be counted. Ye Duhong was also tired,so he came to the tree stump with a long sword, and slowly sat on the stump to rest. At this time, Ye Duhong realized that he was sweating and sweating a lot.He wiped his forehead with his hand and wiped off a handful of sweat.Ye Duhong's inner sorrow was almost completely expelled. At this moment, he felt tired and sleepy and wanted to sleep. The sky is hazy, snow is falling, and the snowflakes are not big. Ye Duhong used the spell to create a ball of light, which wrapped his body, which was warmer. Ye Duhong got up, came to the snow, found a flat land, lay down, and fell asleep peacefully.