Chapter 266: Snow-soaked, White-haired (Extra chapter for sponsor Shizukube)
After a long time, Ye Xiaoman heard Ji Wenyi cough softly.
"Thank you... ancestors."
Ye Xiaoman felt Ji Wenyi lifting her up from the ground, and his usually strong arms became fragile.
She pulled down the hairband from her eyes and saw Ji Wenyi standing in front of her with a pale face. Her purple clothes were torn, but there was not a trace of blood. Her body and the ground were also clean.
It turned out that he still remembered that she thought he was dirty because of the blood, so he used magic to clean it up before letting her see it.
Ji Wenyi held her hand, turned his back to the ancestors who blocked out the sky and sun, and walked out of the fairy palace.
Ye Xiaoman asked him in a low voice: "What on earth is going on?"
Ji Wenyi's lips were devoid of color, and even his dark pupils seemed to have faded. He answered her, "The price of free love."
When we got outside, he said, "It turned out well. They agreed to let me marry you."
"……oh."
The emperor's uncle was still standing under the eaves outside the palace.
Heavy snow fell like goose feathers.
He didn't say anything this time and handed Ji Wenyi an umbrella.
Ji Wenyi held an umbrella in one hand and held Ye Xiaoman's hand with the other, and walked into the snow.
A vast expanse of white snow.
Apart from the snow-capped peaks, there are snowfields.
The north wind is howling, and I can't tell east from west, south from north.
Ji Wenyi seemed to know the direction and led her forward along a straight line parallel to the mountain range.
Ye Xiaoman trudged through the snow, taking one step deep and one step shallow.
I walked for half an hour but still couldn't get out.
She couldn't help but ask Ji Wenyi: "How long will it take before I can get out?"
Ji Wenyi didn't answer her.
She raised her voice again and asked several times.
Ji Wenyi then turned around and looked down at her.
He seemed to be trying very hard to keep his eyes open.
Only then did Ye Xiaoman realize that Ji Wenyi was still in pain, so much so that he couldn't think, and his reactions became slow.
Purple-black stains appeared on his purple robe again. These were wounds caused by special magic weapons. The monk could not heal in a short time, and he kept bleeding, staining his clothes.
Ye Xiaoman looked behind them and saw a road paved with blood.
He was almost covered in blood.
The pure blood of the gods must be very special, melting the snow.
As soon as they stopped, Ji Wenyi couldn't even hold up the umbrella.
The umbrella fell to the ground, Ji Wenyi's body shook, and his hands fell heavily, holding Ye Xiaoman's shoulders.
They couldn't use spiritual power in the snowy area, and without their umbrellas to block the snow, a layer of white snow fell on their hair.
Ji Wenyi held her shoulders and looked at the snowflakes above her head.
He watched it seriously, as if he wanted to remember this moment deeply, engrave it into his bones, and never forget it, whether he died or died.
call.
He raised his hand and brushed some snow off her head. He looked at her in a trance and said with a smile: "We are already drenched in the snow together today, and we can grow old together in this life."
After he finished speaking, his head fell on Ye Xiaoman's shoulder, and his body slid down and fell onto the snow.
Ye Xiaoman squatted beside him, brushed the snow off his face, and complained: "He's almost dying, and he's still reciting poetry to pick up girls."
Ji Wenyi closed his eyes tightly, his face was as white as snow, and he seemed to be unconscious.
Ye Xiaoman put her finger under his nose to try, and there was still a faint breath.
She stood up, but before she could lift her foot, her skirt was grabbed.
"I'm not dead yet, are you so anxious to find Prince Rui to remarry?"
Ye Xiaoman: "Let go, I'll go get the umbrella."
Ji Wenyi's current strength was no match for her. She easily took the hem of her skirt out of Ji Wenyi's hand and walked away.
The umbrella was blown a little far away. It was a magic weapon that could keep people warm in the snow. Ye Xiaoman was reluctant to throw it away, so she ran more than ten meters and got it back.
She walked back and saw Ji Wenyi, leaving a trail of blood, crawling along her footprints step by step to chase her.
A ghostly obsession.
Ye Xiaoman was shocked: "Are you mentally ill?"
Ji Wenyi was lying on the ground, looking up at her. He was covered in blood and snow, in a miserable state, having lost his aristocratic neatness and elegance.
He smiled happily, and the severe pain in his body disappeared.
He grabbed the hem of her skirt and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "You came back to see me?"
Ye Xiaoman asked back: "Do you think I abandoned you?"
Ji Wenyi repeated: "You came back to find me."
"Yes, yes," Ye Xiaoman helped him up, "This snowy region recognizes bloodlines. Without you, I can't leave."
Ji Wenyi laughed non-stop and coughed up blood while laughing.
Ye Xiaoman didn't know how he got wet again.
This time it was her turn to hold the umbrella. She stamped her feet, warming her numb legs. "What do we do next?"
Ji Wenyi looked at her embroidered shoes stepping on the snow with pity. The next moment, Ye Xiaoman almost couldn't hold the umbrella in her hand, so Ji Wenyi picked her up.
He walked with her in his arms, looking dazed by the pain but with a strong will.
She tried to hold the umbrella high and looked at him in surprise, "You had a last burst of energy?"
"I won't die until I marry you."
As they walked, Ye Xiaoman heard the vibrations in his chest as he spoke, "Before you die, tell me the truth. Have you ever had the slightest attraction to me?"
Ye Xiaoman said sincerely, "No."
She added: "It's not a pretty answer, but I can't lie to a dying person."
Ji Wenyi was so angry with her that he no longer felt angry.
He said, "When we get back, let's get engaged first."
Ye Xiaoman glared: "I don't even want to date you. Didn't you say you wouldn't force me anymore? Why are you bringing up engagement again?"
Ji Wenyi: "The technique is a gift for dating, and the marrow cleansing grass is a wedding gift. You accepted the gift, and you want to refuse to pay?"
"Let's get engaged first, and then slowly develop our relationship so there won't be any conflicts."
Ye Xiaoman was very depressed because she couldn't run away no matter how hard she tried.
She advised: "Don't waste your time on me, go find a girl you truly like."
Ji Wenyi stood at the fork in the road, observing the direction of the branches, "Do you hate me?"
Ye Xiaoman: "Yeah."
Ji Wenyi said shamelessly: "If you don't like me, where does the hatred come from?"
He began to argue, "You really like me."
Ye Xiaoman felt stuffy in her chest.
She discovered that Ji Wenyi had developed the ability to talk to himself.
The way they get along is that she does her thing and he turns a deaf ear and a blind eye.
How did he do it? He could pretend that nothing had happened, that she had backstabbed him and lied to him.
Even though he knew she didn't love him, as long as she was willing to come back and be by his side, that would be enough.
No matter how much he was trampled upon, he didn't care. If he was beaten, he said it was fun. If he was scolded, he said it sounded nice. If he was slapped on the left side, he would move his right cheek to the other side, saying that at least the blow was symmetrical.
Such a patient and tolerant character is what he deserves to be the emperor of all ages.
Ji Wenyi chose a path, and the snowy area suddenly opened up, with the teleportation array just ahead.
"Three days later."
Ji Wenyi said: "I will announce you as my fiancée at the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the gods."
For him, there is no such thing as asking for something, only taking something by force.
Suddenly he chuckled, his gentle appearance was like that of a flamboyant poisonous snake.
Because the pain was given by her, even the pain was joyful.
"It doesn't matter if you don't love me, as long as I love you."
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