LRAB Chapter 517: Sea of Flowers in the Snow
Chapter 517: Sea of Flowers in the Snow
The snow covered everything, leaving nothing behind.
In the vast expanse of ice and snow, nothing was left, nothing was left...
I walked slowly through every snow-covered place. The coldness made me feel a piercing pain, so painful that it was a little hard to bear. I couldn't tell whether my heart hurt more, or all this hurt more.
"Are you still there? Are you still there? I broke my promise, I'm sorry..."
Walking through every place, those places that were once full of human smell are now very quiet. I saw a familiar pendant and kept digging with my hands. The snow was frozen into ice.
He simply smashed it hard with his sword, and after a long time he successfully dug out the small pendant.
It was a beautiful pendant, and it was always worn on that friend's clothes.
Continuing to dig down, they found a frozen white fox.
It was already an old fox. The warm flames slowly burned, and the outer layer of ice was gradually thawed and there was no breath left...
I recognize it. This is it. This is it. This is it...
Continuing to walk further, there was no one there and the blood on the ground had long been covered. I tried my best to dig at the hard ice, as if this was the only way to cover up everything temporarily.
I walked to the side of the tree, the tree that symbolized warmth and salvation. At this moment, there was a huge Hill King guarding it.
I was about to draw my sword, but then I thought of the people in the story and put it away.
"Is that you? Kurt..." The bystander who witnessed all the tragedies chose to insult the person in heaven, and was finally punished and would never stop becoming a hockey king.
"..."
He did not choose to attack the few remaining minds that were controlling the mutilated body.
"I'm here, sorry I'm late..."
His soul was bound in the body of the monster. He pointed into the distance and then pointed at Norinshi.
"You want me to go there, right?"
The huge Hillicre King nodded, dug out a red stone and took it in his hand.
This is... I could feel it the moment I got the stone. It couldn't get any colder. I understood what the other party meant and started to move towards a higher place.
The cold wind there was so strong that I couldn't go any further. Even if I ran as fast as I could, I would be blown back to where I was.
At first, I wanted to use the barrier to get through, but I found that my barrier could be penetrated by the wind.
Now that I have this stone, I can just close my eyes and crawl forward. I will crawl over it!
Using the sword as a support point, he almost crawled forward. His clothes were covered with ice chips and were cut by some sharp ice particles. Some blood also flowed out, but at this temperature, the blood would turn into red ice as soon as it dripped onto the ground.
"It's here..." He climbed up slowly. It was here...
It opens because it senses the arrival of people.
Is that a special door, supposed to be temperature-sensitive?
Thinking of this, we took a closer look.
Walked into that huge door.
The world inside is a stone wall, and the world behind the door is quiet and gray.
The flames were lit to illuminate the entire place, and it was then discovered that there were various murals painted on the walls.
Those strokes haven't changed color for so many years, and it took a lot of effort to draw the scene.
There is my own look inside...
"..." Trying my best not to let the tears flow out, it was as if I was back to that time again, when the other party asked if I could survive this crisis, if everyone could live happily?
Feeling with the hands, I can see that the marks on it have remained immortal for thousands of years and are coated with a special protective layer.
"It's great that something is left behind..." He took out another bottle of antioxidant agent from his bag and slowly began to apply it on the mural, so that these things would not lose their original colors over time.
I don’t want to bring these things home, watching them every day will make me recall the past.
In the middle was a coffin filled with flowers...
There were countless ice flowers, enough for a person to lie inside and touch the coffin with his hand. It was a beautiful coffin made of ice and snow. The coldness of the ice flowers had kept the coffin unchanged for hundreds of years.
Would that friend ever think of spending the rest of his life here?
Ice and snow are the most perfect funeral here, and the coffin made of ice is the end of everything.
Everything here is covered with ice and snow, and everything here is blocked by ice and snow.
When he wanted to take down the largest one, he found a stone tablet with words engraved on it:
Come on,
We don't know your name.
But congratulations on obtaining these treasures.
This is the ice flower that will never wither.
I once had an old friend,
That is the one who loves these flowers the most,
If you can help me find it,
As a return gift for receiving this treasure,
Let's place an ice flower on that person's grave...
On the reverse side of the slate is a simple drawing…
The painting is of myself, but it's so ugly. I smiled when thinking this, but tears flowed down the corners of my lips first, bringing a bitter taste.
This is what I took away. Countless ice flowers are right in front of me. Those flowers are blooming with their due charm, but I can no longer arouse any interest in them at this moment.
Finally, the best and most beautiful flowers were taken away and placed in front of the cold grave.
Originally, it was a quiet, gentle, dead-looking flower...
Will these flowers attract more butterflies?
The cool flowers that will not rot...
Higher up the wind was unbearably cold, in the hollow of the canyon, in the heart of the mountain.
It's a sight you'll never forget in your lifetime.
The flowers under the green trees are blooming, the powerful butterflies are flying around, and the sapling of the ground vein has slowly sprouted, protecting this small place...
This is a change. In the original world, the tree did not sprout until death, but now the tree has begun to take root and sprout, and has begun to work hard to protect weaker lives and has begun to dispel the severe cold...
Is it just a little bit that can change the final fate? Is it just a little bit that can make everyone survive?
I don’t know, but I have indeed changed a little bit, and that is enough.
Reaching out and touching the fiery warm tree dispels the cold and covers everything with a layer of beautiful color.
Many flowers are blooming here. They are the seeds that I brought with me and have already taken root and sprouted. The coldness here seems to make everything even quieter, but the warmth here can make it bloom with even more moving beauty.