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Fanfic

From the Chinese series Snow listening tower The characters are normal storylines, men and women are normal, but I'm secretly infatuated with the senior's students. So I used it to compose a fic.

2 previous episodes that were composed Read it here.

https://writer.dek-d.com/KillerBee/writer/view.php?id=2178269

****Warning: There is a death scene of the main character and

spoil

Content in the drama If you haven't seen the drama yet, I don't recommend reading it.

spring snow

Three years have passed. The Venerable Venerable's poison was completely suppressed. It was not difficult for the Snow Listening Hall to become the top sect in the world. The way Mother Nang Jing grew up, became more beautiful, and stronger was not something that was difficult to predict. But there is one thing that I really want Lady Jing to know. That is, in the past three years

The Grand Master never took his eyes off her. He was even willing to disguise himself to treat her himself when she was so poisoned that she could not see for a while. I could only laugh inwardly that the role of a mute doctor was very suitable for the Grand Master. Originally he didn't speak much. It is good that the Patriarch's condition has not worsened much. Otherwise, you will lose face badly.

If the mute doctor coughed up his own exhaust all the time

I admit that I enjoyed it. To the point of being heartbroken when he saw the Patriarch taking care of that little girl. He takes care of everything. Caring for those who cannot see is not easy. I would also like to tell him that taking care of those with stubborn cold vapor poison isn't easy either(haha), but I definitely can't say it.

As long as my sword is not faster than the Grand Master's. So no matter what I deserve.…Uh. How much do you sympathize with him? It was only possible to adjust the environment to suit Lady Qing, who couldn't see right now. This level of attention to detail makes me respect the Grand Master even more. If it were me

Just carry her around and do whatever you want. Why do you have to put up a bell and make her do something on her own? But I understand He didn't want her to be grateful. And also hopes that she can grow up on her own. He agreed to be just a passerby. Just help and leave.

Melt before falling

As soon as I realized I had been poisoned My heart froze with fear. But above all else I was even more afraid that I would hurt him. I've seen Mother Jing's food. Her color-changing eyes didn't reflect anyone's body. There was only a hint of murder. I felt a stabbing sensation coursing through the veins of my entire body.

And it's even clearer when it runs into the heart. I am sure that this poison is worse than the one that Mother Jing received. I saw with my own eyes how difficult it was for the Grand Master to cure her of the poison.

And this....

No… I won't let the Grand Master waste any more time with this filth. At first I begged him to kill me. I was no longer useful. Unable to stay by his side any longer, but as always, Yixing was still stubborn. How could he kill the older brother who had always shared life and death with him? If it were a normal time, I would probably relent and give in to his wishes. But what time is this?

He still has a mother to help. There is a moon worshiping sect that must be destroyed. There is a poisonous pond that must not be released to innocent villagers. If he uses his power to suppress the poison in my body How could his body endure it? I looked into his stubborn, beautiful eyes. For a moment, an unprecedented madness surged in my brain.

“Kill him, and he will be yours forever.” That voice pierced my brain like crazy. It's so seductive and repetitive that it makes you crazy. When I regain consciousness I was held back by someone. My Grand Master has traces of trauma. I know I have hurt him. I really hate myself at this time. But I have not calmed down. It's becoming more and more frantic.

I shouted at Yi Qing. Like I've never done.

“Kill me!!! I don't want to be a mindless half-ghoul who only knows how to kill.”

Yixing was still stubborn.

“I can heal you.”

The determination and anguish in his eyes made me both happy and heartbroken. We both know that, there's no time left.... That voice pierced my brain to the point of insanity, “Kill him, he will be yours forever!!!” The feeling of belonging was so enticing. The whole world changes color In my eyes there is only him.

I swung my sword to make that dark wish come true. But in a fraction of a second I remember the look in his eyes as he looked at Lady Jing. That feeling of lightning snapped me into reality.

The tip of the sword swung out. Was suddenly held back It was so fast and violent that Yixing was unable to defend it. The cold tip of the sword penetrating through my chest Every second it penetrated, I could see the panic, anguish, and hopelessness in Yixing's eyes. At that time, I felt very happy. This concern he has for me now belongs to me alone. Mother Nang Jing can't. Younger Brother Bai couldn't do it either.

I hope you will smile this time. To make him feel comfortable that I wasn't in pain. I saw tears from Yixing. In his eyes there was only me.

My Lord Is that regret you have for me? Is that cold, pale face expressing anguish for me? The hand holding the hilt of Yixing's sword was extremely cold. Unfortunately, I can no longer hold it to keep me warm. I hold his hand Ready to use his last strength to thrust the sword into his body again.

The pain in his chest was nothing compared to seeing Yixing cry. His hands were pale, slender and beautiful. How appropriate for that cold moon spirit bracelet. This would be the last time I held his hand. I hope my blood is warm enough to keep those hands from freezing anymore…

Why do I yearn for time with him so much? Is this feeling close to love? But it probably doesn't matter anymore. I only hope that he will be happy with that Lady Jing. My only regret is not being able to stand beside him again. My junior disciple My Lord

I can't hold those beautiful hands anymore.....

If Xiao Yixing Mountain was snow, Su Jingrong would be like the sun.

His snow is cold. But wrapped in tenderness and protection

Her sunshine is warmth, heat, and hope.

But my love is like snow that melts and turns into vapor. Before it hits the ground... without any accents.