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Black Desert.

Feng Xiu took out a pot of good wine, leaned against a white jade monument, laid the wine in front of the grave, and took a sip of it himself.

In front of this tomb of clothing, there are actually many fine wines. This is brought to her by some monks or demons who have given birth to spiritual wisdom at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month every year.

All living beings always remember the last sentence she left in this world: Let’s have a pot of wine and toast to the world!

So, in front of this tomb, there was a pile of fine wine.

As she wished.

Feng Xiu looked at the hexagonal snowflakes falling down in a scattered manner, and said, "After the spiritual energy is revived, even the snowflakes have become beautiful. This is all the feedback you bring. God, I finally opened my eyes."

The snowflakes seemed to stumble slightly.

Feng Xiu snorted heavily and said, "But, it's a bit of a loss. Everyone is fine, and they can see the changes of the sun and moon in this world, and the flowers are blooming in spring. You can't do it. How can you say fair?"

She is used to help tens of millions of people alone. Others think it is worth it, but he only feels it is a loss.

Feng Xiu drank another pot of wine, and the wine was just so brewed that it was not easy to get drunk.

He murmured, until after the empty wine pot with water on the ground, he collapsed on the ground. The slender fox eyes were even more charming because of the mist on the wine. He reached out and followed the crystal snowflakes. With a magic trick, the falling snowflakes seemed to be piled up by one hand, one piece, two piece three piece...

After a long time, a small girl statue made of ice crystals and snowflakes was lifelike. He put it beside him, turned his head and looked over, and said, "This world is so boring without you."

He closed his eyes and allowed the snow to cover him.

On the snow, there was a sound of footsteps. A golden robe came to the grave, laying a circle of wine, then putting the wine pot in front of the monument, and then digging out the fox buried in the snow, just like in the past few years, and taking it away.

As the fox came out together, and the little ice statue rolling down from his arms, Fankong was slightly stunned, picked up the little ice statue and sighed.

The sigh blew through every piece of sand and gravel along the wind and snow, spreading.
Chapter completed!