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Heavenly beings should not interfere with the fate of mortals, and ghosts on earth should not disrupt the order of the human world.

He sounds reasonable, but when he killed people, he realized that the simplest way of life in this world is to be unreasonable.

Once the enemy is killed, you will be the only remaining voice.

It's that simple. The essence of the world is nothing more than a comparison of power and strength. Reasoning? That's something only people who lack power and strength do.

The name "Snowfall at Night" possesses the greatest power and influence in the world.

The premise is that I can beat him.

Whether we can win or not, we'll only know after we've played.

We lost.

Well, try reasoning with him. For example, tell him you like him and ask if he can come down the mountain with you.

He refused, so he had no other choice.

It should be this way, it should be like this.

Snowfall was prepared for thirty years, both mentally and in the future, but in the end, it chose to give up everything and entrust everything to future generations.

But in the moments before his death, he defied time and grabbed her.

He said he had a way to keep her alive and that he liked her.

Look how suddenly happiness came! He was weaker than ever before, and he had been recuperating for a thousand years.

The opportunity was right in front of me.

It was an open secret that the winner would take all, and they went all out without holding back.

Will it win?

It's guaranteed to lose.

Xue Wan knew she would lose, but she was just curious how he would beat her if she used all her strength.

Create a small sun in the starry sky, hold it in your palm, and then imprint it on his body.

Even a body close to that of a god could be severely damaged by this attack.

Snow fell late at night, and he grinned, pressing the little sun against his stomach.

The instant they made contact, an extreme burst of flames erupted, distorting space and engulfing the entire field of vision.

......

Yukino Yukinoshita's long black hair was whipped up by the heat wave, forcing her to stop in the sky above Antarctica. Below her, there was a distorted, circular field of fire that she couldn't enter; if she did, she would die.

Eriri Sawamura didn't stop because she had a similar talent attribute to this attack.

She crashed into the fiery domain and sped toward him, but in the blink of an eye, she stopped in mid-air, bewildered.

Yukino Yukinoshita came to her side, her expression also slightly lost.

The world filled with flames vanished, the ever-flowing pillars of lava disappeared, the boiling seawater vanished, and the shattered continents were nowhere to be seen.

A cold wind blew across my cheeks, bringing a flurry of snowflakes to my eyes. The world before me seemed to have experienced nothing, still just thick snow and icebergs.

Under the snow, the snow rose high, the sky was cloudless, and the aurora borealis drew out misty ribbons across the sky. The starry sea sparkled like living fireflies, breathing and casting a soft light.

One second it's the end of the world, the next it's a blizzard in the polar regions.

Change the world.

Reaching out, she pulled Eriri along, and Yukino Yukinoshita headed towards him.

Beyond the snow-capped mountain in front of them, the two people were in the snow below.

His hair had returned to black, and he was wearing a pure white yukata, while the other person's white kimono had been burned into a simple covering for easy movement.

He straddled her, swinging his fists.

She kept throwing snowballs at him.

......

While in the celestial continent, Xue Xia Xue Wan took the opportunity to read about the current state of this world.

She saw a song called "Life Reflection" and wrote down the lyrics.

"Is the person halfway up the mountain alright?"

Why do my eyes always seem to be filled with sadness?

People passing by might greet him, or they might simply walk away;

Perhaps before he could even come to his senses, day and night had already passed once more.

Nobody knows him. Is he alright?

Why is it that all we encounter is suffering?

Friends who pass by him need not pity, nor need they offer greetings;

Perhaps before he could even come to his senses, another spring had passed.

A gentle breeze swept across the mountainside, and his eyes always held a hint of melancholy.

The clouds gently covered the cliff above his head, and his eyes were always streaked with tears.

What is he waiting for? What is he hoping for?

Snow fell and snow fell in the evening as she watched him from the sky. She listened to the song quietly, silently reciting the lyrics in her heart. She couldn't help but think of him who lived on the mountain all those years ago.

No one knows what he was thinking during those thousand years. He lived on the mountain, and people came and went. Many people talked to him, trying to understand him, comfort him, and so on. But he couldn't use logic to deduce emotions, so he could only watch quietly, watching the world, watching those who came near him grow old and die, the changing of day and night, spring flowers and winter snow.

Those incomprehensible emotions accumulated and became a huge sorrow with no outlet.

But when Xuexia read those memories late into the night, she never saw him cry; she only saw him spending longer and longer periods of time lost in thought by the lake.

Until that day, he finally met the fish that was destined for him. Beside her grave, he leaned against the mound as if he were nestled against it. He finally felt relieved. He finally found the reason why he could no longer live forever.

He finally gave up waiting for her to return to the mountain, and tears finally streamed down his face. He stopped looking at the place where he was born, and walked down the mountain step by step, letting go of his desire for immortality.

It was only when I saw those tears on a snowy night that I truly understood what had happened.

He really has been waiting for me for a thousand years.

He felt wronged but didn't understand; he was sad but didn't comprehend; he could only wait day after day, year after year, because he had told him that they would meet again, and he thought he would come back, because he had never lied to him.

In fact, the moment the flames erupted, Xuexia Xuewan understood how she had lost.

The air on the mountain stirred.

She hesitated for a moment.

So he lost, his head was pressed down and slammed to the ground.

When it landed, it was no longer lava or seawater, but simply snow.

He sat on his lap and smiled.

That anger could be stopped; I could indeed stop it.

I just didn't choose to stop it.

He knew that once he woke up, he would deal with that ball of energy as soon as possible, and he also knew that no one would stop him, so he directly woke him up.

So that's how it is. We lost this fight from the very beginning; there was no way to win it from the start.

He really waited for me for a thousand years, and I just couldn't beat him no matter what.

As Xue Wan looked at his smile, she thought of the last part of the lyrics.

He finally smiled, he finally smiled, and his smile was beautiful.

So Xuexia Xuewan laughed too, looking at the person on her body, and said, "A thousand years ago, I met a poet next door, and he recited poems to you back then."

Nomiyama smiled and said, "Knowing that you possess an immortal spirit that transcends heat and cold, our meeting after a thousand years feels like a fleeting moment."

"Ah."

Xuexia Xuewan said she remembered correctly, then slightly raised her hand and stabbed the ice spikes toward his head.

No, I was just being soft-hearted for a moment, that doesn't count.

Nomiyama watched as the ice spikes shattered layer by layer in front of him, and the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

Very good, full of energy, just as energetic as before.

Suppressing her anger, he raised his hand, clenched his fist, and swung it.

Xue Xia Xue Wan found that she could no longer breathe, and her eyes were being pounded by fists from time to time. Gritting her teeth, she began to grab the snow around her and throw it at his head.

When Yukino Yukinoshita and Eriri stood not far from them, what they saw was an interactive battle between a punch and a snowball.

Nomiyama turned his head and looked at her with a smile: "See, I told you I wouldn't lose, she's got me completely wrapped around my little finger."

Snow fell on him and threw a snowball at him before turning to look at the two people not far away. She glanced at them and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that you haven't had children yet."

Nomiyama threw a punch, but she dodged it by tilting her head.

Disdainfully, Xuexia Xuewan straightened her back and said, "Get lost, don't sit here, I have things to do."

Nomiyama pursed his lips and stood up.

The person beneath him vanished in the blink of an eye.

Yukino Yukinoshita led Eriri to his side, frowning as she looked into his black eyes that seemed to hold stardust: "What's wrong with you right now?"

Nomiyama raised his hand, glanced at the white yukata he had just changed into, then turned to look at his somewhat surprised girlfriend: "Reclaiming your ki, which means returning to your original state."

Yukino Yukinoshita watched him fall silent, returning to her original self. The first thing she did was change into white clothes, not the black she knew. He really was still the person she knew...

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the person who had suddenly appeared in front of her, biting his lip.

Nomiyama lightly licked the cherry blossom-like soft flesh, then retreated under her embarrassed and annoyed gaze, smugly saying, "Serves you right for having all this time of daydreaming."

Eriri Sawamura's eyes lit up. She stepped forward and pulled him close, saying, "I want a kiss too!"

Yukino Yukinoshita pulled Eriri back, looked at him, and said angrily, "When are you going to grow up?"

Nomiyama raised an eyebrow and pointed at Eriri: "Why don't you mention her? She was probably thinking just now, 'It tastes like Yukino and Kazehaya together.'"

Yukino Yukinoshita looked down at Eriri.

Eriri Sawamura turned her head away: "He's talking nonsense."

"Hehe." Nomiyama smiled expressionlessly, bending down to grab snow.

Yukino Yukinoshita's eyes showed a hint of helplessness. She felt that the two of them were thinking in a way that was getting increasingly off track.

She let out a soft sigh, then asked about something more important: "Now, everything should be resolved, right?"

Nomiyama was biting into the snowball in his palm when he heard this. He swallowed the snow and held his hand to Eriri's lips: "Yeah, get ready, Yukinoshita-kun. For many, many years to come, I can't even imagine how I'll be able to separate from you."

Eriri Sawamura chewed on some snow and glanced at him: "Yes, for example, Yukino doesn't want you anymore."

Yukino Yukinoshita pulled her hair up, lowered her head and bit the snow in his palm, and mumbled, "Mmm."

"What are you 'uh' about?" Nomiyama's eyes widened slightly. He shook off the snow from his hands and grabbed Eriri's twin tails. "I'll take Eriri hostage when the time comes."

Yukino swallowed the ice water and looked at him calmly: "I just think the snow here tastes good."

"Oh." Nomiyama loosened her blonde twin tails.

"Nomi Yamakaze Hayate!" Sawamura Eriri turned around and kicked.

Nomiyama grabbed her ankle, then let go, bent down, and pulled her into his arms around the waist.

Holding the now-calm Eriri in his arms, he surveyed the snowfield before finally fixing his gaze on Yukinoshita: "You guys go home and wait for me?"

Yukino Yukinoshita thought for a moment and rejected his suggestion: "No, let's go together. I also have something I want to talk to her about."

Nomiyama silently wondered what her reaction would be if she saw him leading people there.

"Don't worry, we won't bother you." Yukino Yukinoshita guessed his thoughts. "I'll talk to her alone after this is over."

"No, take me with you." Eriri Sawamura poked her head into his arms.

"Huh, aren't you afraid of her anymore? You seemed a little scared of her just now." Nomiyama lowered his head and touched Eriri's forehead.

"You're not dead yet, what am I afraid of? A husband should stand up for his wife." Eriri Sawamura said fiercely, and forcefully slammed her head against his.