Chapter 151 of 898
Chapter 151: Stepping through the snow in the mountains
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The light-colored boots stepped on the snow, making a slight noise. The touch
from under her feet made the girl clearly realize that the fluffy pile of snow
was compacted on the ground, and then came a cold feeling, like stepping on
shaved ice.
The snowdrifts between the mountains and forests were thicker, almost half a
meter high, but luckily it didn't reach Lorrain Hill's knee height, otherwise
it would be more difficult for her to walk in the snow.
There is a breeze in the mountains, the snow is already small, only a few bits
are still flying, and occasionally it blows on the cheeks, feeling like cold
sand blowing across the skin. The girl pulled the hat on her head and tilted
it slightly to block the wind and snow on that side.
The shape of the hat is the same as that of the witch in the fairy tale. It
has a big brim and a pointed corner with a little bend. However, in order to
match the white winter dress, the hat is also white, and only has an ice blue
ribbon on the body of the hat. As a decorative embellishment, it makes it look
less monotonous.
The hat was made by Lorrain Hill himself, and he used the pure white star-
pattern cloth that he wove. Since I have been free recently, I want to make
something by myself.
In fact, I failed two before because of lack of experience and the shape and
size were not good-looking. She was only satisfied with the third one she is
wearing now. When I started doing it, I didn't think much about it, but I
found it unexpectedly good when I wore it.
The big brim of the hat can block the falling snow, and will not fall on the
cheeks and neck. With the cover of the hat, the head will feel very warm. It
will not feel more uncomfortable because the body is hot and the head is cold
as before.
After the hat was made, Lorrain Hill looked at himself in the mirror a little,
turned around and felt something was missing, then ran under the amber maple
tree and broke a branch, cut it and made a The walking stick was held in his
hand and turned a few times lightly, matched with this dress, just like the
white witch in a fairy tale.
She also tried to fly horizontally on a wooden stick, but later found it a bit
weird because she could pull the stick out at any time and put it aside,
because her flight was driven by the atmosphere instead of the stick, but this
way It would be the same as flying on an air chair, and it looked strange, so
I didn’t sit on a stick at all.
This time I also want to re-experience the feeling of hiking in the mountains.
Human beings are actually very interesting creatures. After doing some things
they like for a long time, they will also have a bit of curiosity and want to
try new things. Lorrain Hill had been flying in the forest before, and it was
a long time ago that she walked through the forest, and that would be when she
just woke up.
In fact, she also thought about this question later, why would she lie there,
and what is her origin?
Is it crossing? But his previous life was not like this.
Is it seizing the house? After becoming a transcendent, she ruled out this
possibility, because her soul and body fit extremely well, even far beyond
ordinary people.
For example, the body and soul are like screws and nuts. If they are not their
original body, there will be a strong rejection reaction, which is a kind of
damage to both parties.
Ordinary people can say that the body and soul were born at the same time, and
there may be a slight gap between them.
But in her words, it felt more like a body that had a soul first, and then was
born from the soul as a template, so the fit reached more than 100%, almost as
one.
But who will do this kind of thing, and who can do it. There are no surviving
and empirical gods in this world. The Mercury Dynasty has existed for nearly a
thousand years, and it has only obtained a little illusory legend from the
elves. It is said that before the age of giants and dragons, there were gods
in this world, and they created many creatures. .
However, this is nothing more than a legend. Except for a small amount of text
and oral heritage, there is still no cultural relics or relics that can prove
that there have been such powerful creatures in the world. Even the long-lived
witches, most of them just went to Sequence 9 and did not break this limit.
If you say that you were created, then there must be some purpose or mission.
The girl walked in the snow, thinking slowly in her heart.
The only thing that can grasp the clues is the system in consciousness. She
once thought that the system is omnipotent, but gradually discovered that it
is not. This system cannot change the world, nor can it create real objects.
It is closer to an observation and guidance function.
It will give some guidance and assistance to itself, but it will not interfere
with its own thoughts and opinions. It seems to want to let itself be more
exposed to and think about the world, and then wait quietly, waiting for
itself to make a choice.
Perhaps one day, it will tell its ultimate mission.
First, go through the towering redwood forests. The redwoods in these forests
are one or two hundred meters high. The dense shade of the trees blocks most
of the sky, so there are very few shrubs under the shade and it is easier to
walk.
After climbing a few hills and turning a few bends, Lorrain Hill stepped on
the path opened in the mountains, and it was not far from the city of the
Rabbit Ears.
The white snow decorates the world, and there are few carriages on the
spacious roads. Although the traffic in the several cities within the rabbit
ears is still smooth, the road to communicate with the outside world is not
good, because it is newly opened and it is very difficult to walk. When the
mountain was covered by heavy snow, there were not many tourists and business
travelers staying in the Tizilan Mountains, and most of them went back to
their hometowns to rest.
The natural attributes of winter always make people tend to reduce activities,
rest at home and reduce consumption~www.mtlnovel.com~ When Lorrain Hill
stepped into the gate of Snake Snake City, it was almost noon, the bluestone
brick hut in the city , There was white smoke in the chimney, and occasionally
I could smell the scent of rice from the family nearby.
Boom boom boom.
The girl didn't go to the city lord's mansion, but went directly to the school
door and knocked on the door.
An aunt opened her, and she was still a little puzzled at first. She was
shocked when she saw Lorrain Hill lift up the brim of her hat and showed her
face. When she was about to bow her head, she was interrupted by the girl.
"Aunt Monica, no need, I will just have a brief look today."
"Yes, Your Highness. You go into the house and sit for a while, I'll find
Mira." Facing Lorrain Hill, the aunt was still a little nervous, afraid that
she might make a mistake or would not be liked by adults. After the girl was
placed, she was ready to immediately Go to the classroom and ask Mira to come
over.
"No, I'll go directly."
Lorrain Hill took off his hat, shook the snow on it, sorted out his clothes a
little, and then softly discouraged.
Passing through the corridor in the courtyard, toward the direction of the
classroom, the grass outside the guardrail was piled up with snow from last
night, and part of it began to melt in the sun, revealing the green grass
blades below. Lorrain Hill walked on the stone bricks, and occasionally heard
the sound of learning to read from the classroom.
I really missed it, the girl thought to herself, as she was about to knock on
the door, a neat voice came from behind the door.
"Dignity is not charity. You have to fight for it on your own. Only with
action can you wash away the past. This is how we become stronger.
With familiar words, Lorrain Hill seemed to be thinking of something, and the
hand that was about to knock on the door also dropped, and a shy expression
appeared on his cheeks.
The words of shame in the second middle school are still read by everyone.
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