The snow fell one after another, and the snowflakes danced in the air in various postures, or flying, or circling, or falling straight and fast, and falling to the ground. The town of Foshan, which has just undergone an earth-shattering upheaval, still seems to be shrouded in darkness everywhere. Jiang Yue walked quickly in the direction of the big shame tree, looked around, there was still no trace of anyone else on the road, and the white heat turned into cold and rose to the sky without a mouth.

Seeing that he was about to walk to the hill where the big shame tree was, Jiang Yue suddenly paused, but he felt a slightly fishy wind blowing from the ruins in front of him, and he couldn't help frowning slightly, and then, suddenly a figure appeared, and a man staggered down from the broken wall in front of him.

The footsteps sounded particularly heavy, and the sound was paused, as if stepping on the heart, drifting out of the empty ruined town, stepping through the original silence here.

Jiang Yue stood still, a little surprised, and then as the footsteps approached, he saw the figure walking in front of him, his eyes suddenly contracted, and the look of surprise instantly turned into incredible astonishment and fear.

Out of the rubble came a man, to be exact, a man holding the body of another. Jiang Yue saw clearly at a glance that the man was Qiu Yan, and the pale woman who was hugged tightly by him on his chest, the person whose hand had fallen weakly on his side, was Juanya who was on the same side.

"You.. This.." Jiang Yue exclaimed in surprise and ran over quickly, but when he got closer, he smelled a strong smell of blood, and Juanya's almost blood-colored face and chest that no longer rose and fell already said it all.

Jiang Yue could barely believe his eyes, a few hours ago, he had noticed that this woman had an unusual relationship with Qiu Yan, and he vaguely remembered that she was sitting quietly in the crowd of people hiding from the disaster, how a few hours later, everything changed.

"She, what's wrong with her?" Jiang Yue's eyes flashed with incomprehension, his voice trembled a little, and he looked up at Qiu Yan and asked.

Then, suddenly, his body shook and his face looked shocked, and he took a step back consciously.

The Qiu Yan in front of him seemed to be completely different from the big boy in his memory. The gentleness and cheerfulness he once had, and the face that seemed to be smiling forever, were now gone.

At this time, Qiu Yan's face was solemn and expressionless, and his whole face looked like it was carved out of stone, indifferent and full of murderous intent.

Qiu Yan's eyes may be the only thing on his entire face that is still a little vibrant at the moment, but for some reason, Jiang Yue feels that he may be a little dazzled, or maybe it is Qiu Yan in front of him that makes him feel suddenly unfamiliar. The red eyes that had never been seen before flickered and flickered, as if there were flames churning, like the ghosts and gods reborn from hell in the picture scroll, and even worse, the long silver-white hair, the snowflakes fell on it, and it suddenly evaporated.

Just as this is boundless, heaven and earth are one.

"She's dead. Qiu Yan's voice sounded emotionless and undulating, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

Jiang Yue shook his head in disbelief, and before he even had time to ask Qiu Yan about the strangeness on his body, his eyes fell on Juanya's face again, and he muttered. "What, how can this be? It's only been a few hours, could it be Li Mu? No, no, he has so many knives in his body, he has to shed his skin if he doesn't die, and the knife is still fatal, I just discussed this girl with the little third son, you, how could you suddenly become like this..."

"Did you see Xiao San!?" Qiu Yan suddenly asked, the voice sounded a little cold, like the cold wind in the middle of winter, blowing coldly.

Jiang Yue looked at Qiu Yan, his mouth was half open, his face was sad, and he still couldn't accept this reality immediately, nodded subconsciously and said softly. "yes, just now, the fork. ”

"Where did he go?"

"He said he had lost something and went back to find it, so I let him go, and said let me go with you first, and then I would go back later. ”

Qiu Yan suddenly walked forward, Jiang Yue didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly stopped him, saying. "Xiao Yanzi, you are extremely unstable now, where are you going?

Qiu Yan suddenly turned his head and looked at him coldly.

In those red eyes, like ghost fire, it seemed to be a little deeper, and the cold and biting chill seemed to be rushing to his face, Jiang Yue's whole body was cold, his heart was shocked, and he retreated a few times in a row, and his hands were more defensive than those on his chest.

At that moment, he felt so clearly that a terrifying killing intent was directly enveloping his body.

The killing intent was as strong as substance, like a cold blade breaking through the air, and there was a faint killing intent of determination, hatred, and even beast-like aura that Jiang Yue had never seen before.

It was full of killing intent, Jiang Yue couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat, he asked himself if he was not Qiu Yan's opponent in the 'ordinary period', let alone now. He had never seen anyone carve the killing intent as if it were a substance, and his face couldn't help but turn slightly pale, and one hand even subconsciously touched the lotus dagger he wore on his waist.

However, although Qiu Yan's eyes were cold and murderous, he didn't make more moves next, but after seeing Jiang Yue retreat and get out of the way, he hugged Juanya silently and walked towards the dark hole.

When he walked past Jiang Yue's side, maybe it was an illusion, Jiang Yue seemed to feel that this man was behind the terrifying cold killing intent, and his steps seemed to pause slightly, like waves in a pool of stagnant water.

The sun was gradually obscured by dark clouds, and there was a short dark shadow behind him, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and from the original snowdrops to flying in the sky, his face was still not visible.

He stood in the darkness, he walked in the shadows.

In this cold and lonely Foshan town, the only place that still has a little warmth is beside him. It was the woman, confused and stunned, but there was still a bit of care in her clear eyes. He still remembered the softness of her hands, the warmth of her lips, the warmth of the time she had hugged her.

He had experienced the evil world, cold and lonely, helpless, and he really didn't want to do this.

But at that moment, he suddenly remembered the girl in white, who was so familiar, and the girl who was now lying in his arms and her body was slowly cold gave him the same feeling, like the morning sun in the sky.

They all laughed and cried around him, like the sun shining into the darkness, like a rainbow falling into his heart, the only warm color in the dark world of his confused life, and then they all left silently.

His heart grew cold, like frost and ironstone, cutting off the warmth that was so close at hand, even if there was a moment when he wanted to grasp the last warmth.

So he didn't look back, he didn't speak, he didn't do anything.

Facing the wind and snow, he left behind the tenderness of his attachment and strode towards the deep distance, letting the shadow of the ruins and frost completely engulf him.