The anxious sound of rain stopped suddenly, which was really strange. No matter how fast the rain stopped, there would always be a slowing down process, even if it was just for a few seconds. But - the sound of rain suddenly became neat and tidy.
It stopped, and it was clear that the rain was getting heavier.
Youye's eyes, filled with complicated emotions, were looking ahead aimlessly. The raindrops that had fallen in a torrential downpour the previous moment turned into flying catkins in the sky... white flying catkins.
Snow? That's snow...
Open your palm and catch a seemingly soft flower. If you look closely, you can easily find that it is an illusion formed by many hexagonal ice crystals climbing together.
In just a few breaths, the flakes on the palms of my hands melted, and the cold feeling spread through the black leather gloves to the surface of my skin.
Lowering his head slightly, the door of the two-story house across the street was suddenly opened, and the man - the man whom Ajier called a super monster rushed out, his face filled with childlike excitement. He looked into the air.
The open arms seemed to embrace the falling snowflakes.
A blade colder than snow was placed across his neck, but Youye didn't care. A smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, watching the super monster's actions curiously.
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"It's snowing! Everyone, be careful..."
Dongfang Yan opened the door and rushed in, throwing the firewood in his arms to the stove, shaking off the white crystals covering his shoulders, and shouted loudly.
Yue Chuo's first reaction was to jump up from the wooden bench, slam open the door of the house, and take the "first step" onto the streets of this small town.
Looking up at the flying catkins in the sky, Yue Chuo's body and mind were filled with childlike excitement. He opened his arms and imagined that he and the snowflakes were merging together. This was a rare experience.
For Yue Chuo, who was born in the south of the earth, snow is like a dream. In his thirty-two years of life, in his small city, he can actually experience the pure white beauty of snow, and also
But only three or four times.
And the biggest and most beautiful snow among them was the one I experienced with my fiancée who suddenly disappeared just like the sound of rain.
"What are you doing?"
With a worried and irritable tone, he interrupted Yue Chuo's intoxication. Behind him, Dongfang Yan and Phil Frye's faces were both filled with nervous expressions.
"What are you doing?" Yue Chuo allowed herself to smile happily, "It's rare to have such a heavy snowfall. It would be a pity not to play in the snow."
As he spoke, he bent down to grab a handful of snow from the ground, rubbed it casually, and threw it towards Dongfang Yan. The snowball hit his slender body and exploded softly, dyeing the shoulders of the day-blue dress.
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"How old are you, and you are still playing in the snow?" Dongfang Yan ignored the snow on his shoulders and shouted like an adult trying to stop a child, "You are still in your mid-twenties after all. Can you be more mature? I don't understand.
What does it mean to be careful?"
"Twenty-five-six? Hahaha..., that's true." Yue Chuo seemed to only hear the words about his age, "It seems to me that he is six or seven years younger than his actual age. If you want to maintain a youthful appearance,
, you have to stay young at heart. She is a lolita, but she won’t be cute if she pretends to be mature. So, let’s build a snowman quickly..."
"I'm so proud of you, you narcissistic uncle, but also listen carefully to what I have to say."
"Um..., I think Miss Yan is trying to say," Phil Frye probably saw that the two of them couldn't get to the point no matter what, and tried to get out of the way, "It's summer in June now, and it's snowing like this
Things don’t just happen..."
"Who wants you to explain!" Dongfang Yan interrupted Phil Frye angrily, "I don't remember that my relationship with you was so good that I asked for your help."
"Hey..., so what's going on?" Yue Chuo scratched his head and seemed to understand, "I noticed that it's summer here just like the earth now. But it also snows in the summer in another world.
It’s a very common thing, I thought it was like this.”
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"Pfft..." Youye covered her lips with the back of her hand and smiled, "He is very interesting, isn't he? What special changes will the sage you silently protect bring to this world? The Twelve Knights
One of the Shadow Guardians."
"Snow in June, don't you think it's too abrupt for an ice and snow magician to cause trouble in such a climate?" A low and hoarse voice came from behind You Ye, holding You Ye's shoulder with one hand and holding a dagger across her throat with the other.
The man said, "You are probably not from the Lin clan. After all, as a saint, it is unlikely that you would be able to do something like this to a sage."
"It is true that I am not from the Lin clan," You Ye said without changing his smile, "but what makes you think that the saint clan will not attack the sages? Just because they are the descendants of the sages of the past, right?
It’s a little too far-fetched.”
You Ye's words seemed to touch the heart of the man known as the Shadow Guardian. For a moment, You Ye felt the broad palm on his shoulder and the cold blade on his neck tremble slightly.
"Stop the snow." The man finally spoke again, "You want to create an environment that amplifies your magic first and freeze the heavy rain into flying snow. I will not allow this to happen."
"Oh, really?" You Ye's tone became as cold as snow, "Do you think you can put the blade across my neck because I am the kind of character you can easily deal with?"
Without the slightest hesitation, the dagger in the man's hand pulled hard and slit You Ye's throat.
But the feeling was completely wrong. It was not a touch across soft skin, but like a hard wooden stake being pulled. There was no brilliant red spraying out, or white flakes dyed red and flying.
You Ye stood quietly at the other end of the roof, staring at the man by the chimney who was cutting and killing the tree stump as if he were himself.
Fortunately, Ajier just happened to go back to eat, otherwise if the child were to meet the person in front of her alone, she would probably not be spared. You Ye thought with relief in her heart.
Indeed, the man in front of him will not consider what life is, and has no superfluous emotions such as pity. The only thing he will do is to kill all those who threaten the sage without any hesitation.
In fact, he and our clan are the same beings, and Youye had the idea of sympathizing with each other that she felt was weird. But he was just a lonely person, and we had the helpless fate of a village.
"You..., you are..."
The man finally saw You Ye's face from the front, and expressed surprise that was completely inconsistent with his own indifference.
"Yes, as you can see." You Ye said calmly, "The name of my clan is only one word different from yours, - Shadow People. We do not have the ability to cast magic. My task is just observation, you can
Don’t worry. But you seem to have wasted a lot of time on me, and you haven’t found the real threat to that man yet.”