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Although Xiao Lang was still so cold, Princess hemiao was in a much better mood, because he was sure that Xiao Lang was still kind-hearted. Maybe because of some reasons she didn't know, she became so indifferent.

She suddenly came up with an idea that she would do everything possible to change Xiao Lang back to her original appearance, not only to restore his memory, but also to influence his temperament. This is not only for Xiao Lang, but also for For her own sake.

Looking at Xiao Lang's blank eyes, this idea is more and more powerful, like a small tree, rooted in Princess hemiao's mind. She spit out a breath of fragrance, smile, beauty eyes also gradually firmed up, regardless of the final outcome, she decided to try hard.

As long as you try, the end is not important, at least you will not regret, right?

"Xiao Lang, I'm going back to see you in the evening."

Wiping away her tears, Princess hemiao resolutely got up and said with a smile. Then she stepped on the snow, covered her cloak and tightened her collar, and walked slowly towards the central courtyard. Her step is very light, but abnormal will be fixed, that delicate back, in the snow like a blooming winter plum, very beautiful.

Xiao Lang, as if he didn't notice he Miao's leaving, sat on the ground blankly. He didn't know what was wrong with him, as if he was born so cold? I don't care much about everything, I don't like it.

He Miao princess is a good girl, also beautiful, tender like water, he also felt a trace of her feelings for him, but he did not have any waves in his heart. He seems to have been born a cold-blooded man.

In this world, it seems that the only thing he cares about is the sword in his hand. Because of this sword, he has the feeling of flesh and blood and relatives!

He took up the merciless sword in his hand, one hand held the handle of the sword, and the other gently stroked the body of the sword. He felt inexplicably that the sword could help him find his memory and help him Get stronger!

He didn't really want to retrieve any memory, and he didn't know what it meant to be strong? But he felt that in this world, the only thing that had something to do with him was this sword. Since this sword hopes to find its memory and become stronger, what must it do? It's boring, isn't it?

His eyes closed slowly, forgetting the scenery around him, forgetting the wind and snow all over the sky, and his mind was silent in the merciless sword, because he faintly heard a voice calling him from the merciless sword.

"Since ancient times, sentimental empty hate, sentimental always be merciless hurt, merciless heaven first, love hurt!"

When he was completely silent in the merciless sword, a sentence appeared in his mind. The words were very short, and the meaning of the words made him confused.

What is merciless heaven? What is emotional injury? Hurt yourself or others? First? Is there a second and a third behind it?

Xiao Lang doesn't know, but he seems to be interested in this. He finally has something to do, so he doesn't have to stay in a daze.

The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger. Xiao Lang is sitting on the edge of the pavilion, so the wind and snow can cover him. He closed his eyes and was silent in his inner world, feeling the two words and forgetting everything.

Slowly, he was covered by the snow, turned into a snowman, and his body's breath is also slowly getting colder, colder than snow!

Time bit by bit slip away, soon will be night, the sky snow suddenly stopped, Xiao Lang body did not move, has become a snowman. Princess hemiao comes with the grain mud, but she is not surprised to see Xiao Lang turn into a snowman, because Xiaolang often does this in the past few days.

Princess hemiao asked Heshi to take out the food, but she went to Xiao Lang and held out a white jade like hand to gently brush the snowflakes from her hair. Her movements were light, and her eyebrows and eyes were soft, just like a little wife.

Xiao Lang opened his eyes. There were snowflakes on his eyelashes and eyebrows, which made him look like an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. His face was colder than that of Dongfang Hongdou. He took a look at Princess Hemao who was still blowing the snow for him. He had no waves on his face, and he had the same heart There's not a ripple.

"Eat!" Princess hemiao brushes the snow for Xiaolang and looks at Xiaolang with tenderness in her eyebrows and eyes.

"Well!"

Xiao Lang nodded indifferently, stood up and went to the stone table. He ate silently. The wind swept the wind and the clouds, and soon swept all the food clean. Then he wiped his mouth and sat by the pavilion with his sword in his arms.

Princess Hemao waved her hand and let the rice mud go down. As usual, she squatted beside Xiao Lang, holding her knees and chatting with Xiao Lang casually. The same Xiao Lang's reply was cold and brief, but she was not angry and accompanied him patiently. Try to melt Xiaolang, a glacier of ten thousand years old, with hot heart and tender feelings like water.

As he ni knows, he Miao has been a good girl since childhood. He has always been obedient. But the more such a good girl, once stubborn, is that ten fierce beasts can not drag back.

From childhood to adulthood, she was faced with respectful servants and loved and adored him. Xiao Lang is a different kind. She was born in despair and saved her from the mouth of the fierce beast. Especially when she left that time, her cold and merciless expression was very touching to her.Most of the time, people are very cheap animals. They don't cherish their own good, but feel dull. For example, Princess Hemao, master Mohan treats him so well that he is no worse than Xiao Lang in all aspects, but she just doesn't like it. Instead, it seems Some like to be ignored by Xiao Lang and hurt by his ruthlessness.

Maybe it's because young people are rebellious. Maybe they're trying to prove that they've been I love you so much.

At the end of the night, Xiao Lang's body is covered with ice and snow again, and the three thousand green silk of he Miao is also covered with snow. Her eyes are shining in the sky without stars, just like a magnificent gem.

"Alas..."

Thousands of words finally turned into a deep sigh. Princess Hemao looked at the stone like Xiao Lang, tightened her cloak and left. Petite body, in the night wind appears so weak, so lonely.

It's windy, and the sky is snowing down again. It seems that it's a little cold in Beiming.

"Sentimental always hurt by heartlessness? Love hurt? Why did I hurt he Miao, I also feel heartache? Hurt others, hurt yourself? Is this love hurt? "

Xiao Lang raised his head and let the wind and snow sweep his face. His brows frowned tightly, just like the face of ten thousand years of glacier. There was a touch of heartache, for he Miao and for himself.

He suddenly opened his eyes. The inexplicable energy in his body was concentrated on his fingers. He wrote it out of thin air. Finally, he wrote a word of "love" in the air. Then he suddenly drank: "love hurt, love hurt, how can you hurt others if you don't hurt yourself? Go

In the body, the inexplicable energy gathered in the cultivation of demon fighting skills makes the word "emotion" shoot into the air suddenly. The word "love" rises in the wind, and finally turns into a large character with a diameter of 100 meters in the air, and then suddenly bursts, which explodes the wind and snow all over the sky into nothingness!

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