The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

The snow-like villain looked at her quietly with ice-blue clear eyes, and for a while, she was stunned in place.

Like a cycle.

He once stood in front of the flowers standing in Luoshui, his slender eyelashes fell slightly, and looked at her very plainly.

At that time, she opened her sleepy eyes, lay on her back among the flowers, staring blankly at the back of him leaving, her little wings flapping slightly, as if she was born with it.

But that's what he gave.

Now, as if the roles were switched, he became the size of an elf, hid in a flower, and looked at her.

At a glance, it has broken through thousands of years.

Luo Ci stretched out a finger and touched the Snow King's hair, with a small force, and her voice was excited, "Flower Elf!"

The Ice and Snow King in the flower was stunned, and for some reason, his consciousness was in a trance, as if he remembered the picture in the distant time, and the slender lips evoked a radian.

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【Frozen King Extra】

A confused mass of consciousness, wrapped in boundless darkness and cold, struggled hard, trying to gain a new life.

When she was born, she looked like a five-year-old child, and she didn't understand this world of ice and snow at all.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was new to the world.

But everything in front of him was snow-white. He saw green not far away, and wanted to go over and take a look.

On the way, he encountered a squirrel, which fell from a tree and shivered on the ground.

The young Ice King stretched out his hand and touched it lightly, the plush touch, but its whole body was icy cold, and the icy cold was still spreading.

He widened his ice-blue pupils and watched as the squirrel he touched gradually turned into an ice sculpture.

He stepped back in panic and ran as fast as he could.

Run farther.

Stay away from all this.

What he came into contact with on the first day of sobriety was the teasing and malice brought to him by the world.

— If he was born to bring destruction, what was the point of him.

But the direction he ran was the green, and the green was gradually eroded by the snow and disappeared. Overnight, the scent of birds and flowers disappeared.

It is covered with snow and ice forever and ever, and there is only ice cold all year round.

This is not a snow mountain, but from the moment he was born, all the colors and warmth were gone.

So he understood that he couldn't run around, he could only hide in the snowy mountains, drink snow water when he was thirsty, and pick the few fruits on the snowy mountains when he was hungry.

Either way is icy cold.

He thought that as long as he stayed in the snowy mountains and didn't go out, nothing would happen.

But it backfires, there are always people who come to the snow-capped mountains, some to pick up rare medicinal herbs on the cliffs, and some to explore the snow-capped mountains.

He avoided it every time.

When he was young, he built an igloo in a remote place. When he went out, he accidentally saw a few bears passing by. They also met a few snow-white bears and were negotiating in their own way.

The heat they exhaled quickly turned into a white fog in the snow.

The young Ice King stared blankly at that scene.

He understood that it was the so-called temperature.

A little brown bear in the arms of a big brown bear came up and saw him, the Ice King thought, he should go.

Sure enough, the little bear's whole body became cold, and the group of bears was in a hurry.

He left in embarrassment.

Mind silently, nothing to do.

He returned near his igloo, staring blankly at the footprints in the snow, someone broke into his home.

is his home.

He suppressed his magical energy and pursed his lips.

Someone came out of the igloo soon, and they were still holding the fruit in their mouths and biting, while complaining, "This is too ice."

"But this is unique to Snow Mountain. If we pick more and go back, we will get rich."

"Just here waiting for the igloo owner to come back and ask him."

The Snow King quietly listened to what they said.

He knew that as long as he approached, those people would slowly lose their lives and sleep in the snow-capped mountains.

He can't kill people.

He should leave.

But obviously... this is his home.

the fruit he picked.

They were good at entering his house and eating the fruit he picked.

A dazed anger gradually grew.

Why did he leave his home?

Just because he would endanger their lives, so no matter what, he had to hide, he had to leave, even to give up his own home?

Such contradictions filled the heart of the young Ice King.

He doesn't understand.

So he didn't leave in time, so he was soon discovered by those people and even heard them ask.

"Boy, where did you come from?"

He lowered his Bingyin feather eyelashes, clenched his little hands tightly, and said in a low voice, "This is my home."

The young voice was suppressing something, with a hint of warning.

After hearing his words, those people didn't feel sorry, but said, "Where did you pick those fruits? We'll let you go when you say it."

The young Ice King raised his icy blue pupils and looked at them quietly, with a dark blue ice in his pupils.

He repeated, "This is my home, please leave."

Those people seemed to have heard something funny, and laughed, "Boy, want to drive us away? I wanted to let you go, but now you think it's better to sell it for a good price."

The Ice King's voice was cold, "I said, this is my home."

As soon as the words fell, one of those people was slowly frozen, not only wrapped in ice, but the whole person, including flesh and blood, turned into ice.

They started panicking, "Monster!"

Swing the sword in his hand and pick up anything that can be thrown as a weapon.

But it only condensed into ice cubes and fell to the ground as they approached.

None of them turned into ice sculptures, with expressions either frightened or ferocious.

The young ice king stared blankly at the scene in front of him with blue eyes, scattered slightly, and stood frozen in place for a long time.

Then turned to leave.

The immature and young figure walked in an unknown direction step by step.

The igloo behind him vanished, and the ice sculptures were pushed to the seaside and floated away into the distance.

People from afar or people on boats have seen those ice sculptures. The legend of the Ice King on the snow-capped mountains is slowly spreading, and no one dares to climb the snow-capped mountains anymore.

The Snow King grew up slowly from a young age and spent a long time alone.

There is an additional palace in the Snow Mountain, and there are also two more elk made of ice and snow in the palace.

He thought that the only companions he could have in this life were those two stupid things, but he didn't expect that one day, a human cub would appear on his bed, not afraid of the cold at all.

She is not afraid of herself.

The light-colored and beautiful eyes are very pure, his eyes are reluctant to leave him, and he even cried when he wanted to send her away.

Until he hugged her silently, feeling the temperature from her helplessly, and said to her, "You can live here."

Probably because she understood what she meant and knew that he would not drive her away, she smiled at him.

A small, fluffy blob.

very warm.

The cold and frozen heart suddenly softened.

From the moment he accepted her, he would never let go again.

"No one can take you away from me."

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