The cold eroded every part of Chen Senran's body at an unimaginable speed, flesh, bones, nerves, cells, and soul.

A thick layer of ice gushed out from the pupils of his eyes, covering every corner of Chen Senran's body in an instant.

His blood was completely cold, he died completely, and it was completely over, and he could never hug his flower again.

A short distance between us is the other end of the clouds and mountains.

The strong wind in fate came too fast.

He was so fast that he couldn't even touch the traces of the wind. In his last consciousness, he could only leave a blurry back of the girl almost completely hidden in the dark.

Then, nothing happened.

Only darkness is left, the long night of life, the eternal midwinter.

A farewell never see you again.

Sleeping.

With an endless sleep, he will sleep until the end of time. Even if he wakes up, the girl has already died in the long time.

I don’t know if he could still remember the long-lost smile at that time.

It's so sad.

But Chen Senran lost even the strength to be sad, and his consciousness was still sinking.

Everything seemed to be, and was about to go, just like that.

At this moment, at this moment, in the darkness, a voice said to Chen Senran: "Come on, I will help you take back everything."

The voice is not flattering, not charming, solemn and grand, like a god who saves everything.

Chen Senran's consciousness just hesitated for a moment, and involuntarily leaned towards the voice, and then he saw deeper darkness, swallowing up all the darkness.

The darkness will also swallow him.

As the darkness began to devour Chen Senran's consciousness, a tiny sound rang out from Chen Senran's soul, very light, but clearly spread from his soul to his body, penetrated his eyes, penetrated the layer of frost covering his body, and echoed in the entire world of endless snowfall.

"KaKaKa-" It seemed like some kind of shackle was slowly untiing, from the boundless darkness.

A trace of painted black void began to condense in Chen Senran's pupils that had not yet been closed. They slowly gathered together, almost occupying his eyes and were about to overflow.

At this moment, in the darkness, a hand stretched out, a flawless hand that was as smooth as jade. It placed it on Chen Senran's face, covering his eyes and covering the void that was about to overflow.

The next moment, the sound of unwinding that kept echoing in the air stagnated, and Chen Senran's consciousness, which was about to be completely swallowed by the darkness, was awake again. He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the light.

He woke up completely, everything frozen was completely restored, the cells were active again, blood was rushing in his body again, the layer of frost covering the surface of his body suddenly fell, and his arms regained their flexibility.

His eyes saw a falling snow.

Chen Senran let out a long sigh, as if he had a long and indescribable nightmare.

"I owe you two lives." Chen Senran stood up, dusted the remaining frost on his body, and said thank you to the man with a knife in the dark.

Lao Du, who was standing in the dark, didn't say anything. He just nodded and then tightened the sheathless knife in his hand even harder.

Because he had already felt great pressure, which was as powerful as he felt when he stood in front of the palace with a knife on that night many years ago, looking at the statue of the king's leap horse.

Chen Senran stopped talking, no one spoke anymore, and they stepped onto the steps in silence.

The next moment, two silent men disappeared in the boundless darkness.

The fight in the distance continued, and the swords and swords collided fiercely and burst out a shining light. The light tore the sky apart for a moment, illuminating the tall queen statue standing in the heavy snow, reflecting the face that had been hidden in the darkness. In the heavy snow, she was smiling, stunningly beautifully.

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Chen Senran and the others did not see that peerless face. After counting breaths, they saw the palace covered with countless frost.

The frost wrapped the entire palace inch by inch, so tightly that it did not miss any detail. They closely fit the patterns of each inch of the wall, just as if this palace was originally carved out of an ancient giant iceberg inch by inch.

The entrance to the palace was right in front of them, with a large door open, pouring endless darkness into the world, like the entrance to hell.

Chen Senran stepped into the door without stopping. The flames between his fingers quietly lit up the next moment, and the flames illuminated a corner of the palace in an instant.

The first thing that appeared before Chen Senran was another group of ice sculptures. They were covered with frost like those Demacians. I think they were the alien warriors in the story back then.

However, through the thick ice layer, Chen Senran vaguely saw the style of the armor on the samurai bodies as if it looked familiar.

But now is not the time to think about these messy things. His eyes swept past. As the light and fire gradually raised, he passed through the dense ice sculptures that stood, kneeled or treaded, and finally saw the petite back.

Little Anne was standing among the dense group of ice sculptures. In the only remaining open space in the center of the hall, she no longer moved forward, but raised her head and looked at the higher place without moving.

Chen Senran no longer cared about any possible dangers, ambushing and traps. He wanted to hug the girl in his arms at this moment, so as not to be one foot or one inch away.

He quickly passed through the dense group of ice sculptures and roughly bombarded any ice sculptures that intervened in blocking the road into powder.

After two breaths, Chen Senran stood behind Little Annie again. This time he stopped hesitating and directly stretched out his hand.

This time, without any twists and turns, his hands successfully hugged the little girl's body.

However, without the usual warmth, he touched the little loli's hanging hands, as cold as ice.

"Girl." Chen Senran squatted down and tried to pull Little Annie's body over, but found that her body was stiff and motionless.

It's like...has been dead for many years.

"Girl..." Chen Senran's tone was filled with a hint of anxiety. He stood up, trying to see the little Annie's eyes clearly, and want her to see her own eyes, tell him that I'm here.

But just as he was about to stand up, he heard a laugh, as cold as the sound that had resounded in his body and completely frozen himself.

It's cold to the core.

The next moment, a surging force rushed out of Xiao Annie's body, rushing Chen Senran directly to the thousands of ice sculptures that had stood in this hall for countless years.

After bringing down at least ten ice sculptures, his body finally stopped.

The laughter stopped.

The fire lit up again between Chen Senran's fingers, and he looked at the source of the laughter, the height where the little Annie had been looking at.

That should be the place where the throne is.

Then, in the hazy firelight, he saw a face. She was looking at herself, smiling, and she was so beautiful.

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