Chapter 139 Snow Mountain Romance

Mu Qianyue hugged him back, frowned suddenly, raised her small face, and stared at him seriously, "En? Why do you feel that you have become thinner?"

"Think of what you think." He chuckled.

"Really?" Mu Qianyue blinked, looking very cute and cute.

"En." He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, his voice slightly hoarse.

Originally, I just wanted to kiss him, but I couldn't stop it by accident. The faint fragrance lingering at the tip of my nose all bewitched and fascinated him.

"I miss you too." Mu Qianyue raised her head, a star-like brilliance flashed in her cold phoenix eyes.

She hugged his neck, smiling like a flower, like a viburnum blooming under the pale yellow light in the room, dazzling and charming.

"Miss, can we..." Nalan Jing looked at her with hot eyes, stepped forward to hug her body, and pushed her into a corner.

Mu Qianyue swallowed in fear, "What do you want?"

"Miss, it's funny you ask. What do you say a couple will do in the room? Naturally, they should do what they should do."

"Eh... I haven't taken a shower yet..." After that, Mu Qianyue turned around and wanted to run away, but she was pulled over by Nalan Jing, and she crashed into his generous and warm chest, her heart beating even faster Soon, her jade-like delicate face was red like blood.

"Wife, where are you thinking? I just want to take you to a place." Nalan Jing put his arms around her waist, tearing at the air with one hand, only to hear a crisp sound of 'hissing', the invisible air was unexpectedly captured by him. Tear open a black hole.

The icy wind whistled beside the ears, carrying an aura of ancient vicissitudes, desolate and desolate.

There is endless darkness in front of her eyes, like thick ink that cannot be melted, Mu Qianyue is terrified in her heart, is this time travel? I don't know if it can be worn to modern times? Or go to another space? While she was thinking wildly, she saw a bright light in front of her eyes, suddenly enlightened, and what caught her eyes was endless white...

A piece of whiteness, transparent and pure, clear and crystal clear.

The majestic and majestic snow-capped mountains are rolling like a white dragon lying on a plate.

this is……

Mu Qianyue looked around in surprise, and looked up, the world was vast, covered with silver makeup, like a fairy ribbon, elegant and ups and downs.

"This is the top of Beichuan Mountain." Nalan Jing held her hand, and a warm current flowed from his palm into Mu Qianyue's body, instantly dispelling the cold for her.

"The top of Beichuan Mountain seems to be thousands of miles away?" Mu Qianyue looked up at him in surprise, with countless little stars shining in her eyes, so annoying! This ability to travel through thousands of mountains and rivers is really too strong! No, she wants to become stronger! From now on, she can travel wherever she wants, wherever she wants!

There is only a crescent moon above the sky, and the night is as quiet as water. The moonlight shines on the glacier, reflecting a silvery and magnificent brilliance, and the surrounding scenery is clear and bright.

A stretch of ice steps, transparent and clean, like a bright mirror, clearly reflects the figure, extends to the top of the snow mountain, and finally disappears in the silvery blue light.

The two of them climbed up the stairs, perhaps because he drove the cold away for themselves, and the evening wind with the breath of the glacier was blowing, but Mu Qianyue didn't feel the cold.

Mu Qianyue raised her head and glanced at the man beside her, feeling extremely peaceful in her heart, as if all her troubles disappeared because of his presence. She is not a person who likes to be nosy, and she is not a person who can talk to people casually, but when she meets him, she feels like her heart is out of control, and she is always affected by his every move with.

"What's the matter?" Seeing her frowning at him, Nalan Jing couldn't help but stop, with some questioning in his purple eyes.

The north wind blows, with the scent of snow lotus, which is fresh and pleasant.

His clear and song-like voice was extremely melodious, overflowing from his lips, full of sultry magic power, fluttering and flying in the mountains with the wind, seeming to stir her heart bit by bit.

"It's nothing, I just sigh that fate is really a wonderful thing." Fate can't be seen or touched, but it can bind souls from two different worlds together. It's really amazing.

"Oh, silly Yue'er." Nalan Jing laughed when he heard this, and gently scratched her delicate and small Qiong nose with his slender fingers like jade, and the purple pupil was full of pampering.

Before they knew it, they had already reached the top of the mountain. In front of them was a cliff ice wall thousands of feet high, smooth and steep, and on the right was a group of icebergs.

The halo of melting moonlight is blurred, reflecting on the vast snow-capped mountains, everything looks harmonious and peaceful.

"Here we are." Nalan Jing chuckled, let go of his hand, and walked to an open space in front of him. With a flick of his hand, a dagger gleaming with cold light appeared in his hand. He was carefully planing on the ice with the dagger.

After a while, a hole was dug.

He put down the dagger, picked up the fragments of ice with his slender fingers like green onions, and took out two jars of wine from it.

Mu Qianyue blinked her eyes in surprise, and squatted beside him, "When did you bury wine here?"

"You said before that you wanted to bury two jars of wine on Beichuan, and dig them up on your fifteenth birthday. We buried this wine together." Nalan Jing raised his head, staring at it with clear and serious eyes. Looking at her, it seemed that she saw the beautiful memories of the past through her, and the corners of her beautiful lips could not help but slightly curl up.

When Mu Qianyue heard his words, the surprise in her eyes became more intense. She raised her nimble eyes slightly, and her light and shallow eyes fell on the jade-like handsome face of the man opposite. The icy shavings, her delicate brows were slightly furrowed.

"I can't remember." She is not a 'her', how can she remember these things? I don't even remember personally burying wine here!

Is today 'her' birthday?

It's the same day as my birthday, so he came to celebrate 'her' birthday.

All of a sudden, he felt a little apprehensive, did Nalan Jing like himself, or 'her'?

If he knew that he was no longer the original 'Mu Qianyue', would he treat himself like this? All of a sudden, there are mixed feelings in my heart, and I go back and forth.

"If you can't remember, don't think about it." Nalan Jing raised his hand and rubbed her hair, and in a chuckling voice, there was affection, "No matter what kind of you you are, you are my wife. Nothing will change."

No matter what kind of you... Mu Qianyue's frown did not relax, but tightened even more. Does he know something?