Xiyue ran up to the holy mountain, and the snow on the ground creaked with the shoes on her feet. He tightened the only gown on his body.

Gradually, he walked more and more slowly, his feet were purple from the cold, and he slowly stiffened. He hugged himself tightly, feeling that his strength was draining, his head was becoming more and more chaotic, and his eyes were becoming more and more unclear, watching a sharp stone emerge from the snow, and there would be a ghost.

Slowly, his steps were a little hasty, and then, with a 'bang', he fell into the snow.

He was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes.

Snowflakes drifted into Xiyue's slightly open eyes. His world is full of snowflakes. Only snowflakes remain.

The whole world was quiet, and he felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, and he felt that his soul and body no longer had any connection. In the silent Holy Mountain. He heard his own heart.

Is it just like that? If he finally escaped, is he going to die here? The end of this life that has been struggling to survive? He has always lived like a cockroach, dirty, but tenaciously alive. Finally, is this the end of my life?

No, he is not reconciled, he is not reconciled. He had never experienced warmth. Since he was a child, he didn't know who his parents were, and whenever he saw someone fall into his parents' arms on the street, his heart began to sour. How he wished he could throw himself into the arms of his parents, and how he wished that when he was sad, his parents would comfort him and make him cry in their arms without fear.

But what about his parents? Where is it? He never remembered them, not even a phantom, and was deprived of the right to fantasize about his parents.

For as long as he can remember, he has lived with Li and Mu, they stole other people's food together, and they were discovered, and others chased them with cold knives, and they kept insulting them in their mouths, cheap embryos...... Litter...... Rubbish......

Someone else slashed Li's face and cut off Mu's nose, and he ran fast, only being kicked a few times.

He hadn't eaten a single time, so how could he die? He hasn't pulled those who bullied him down from the hell he's in, how can he die? He hadn't seen the people who called him a cheap embryo prostrate at his feet, how could he die? He hadn't experienced the warmth yet, how could he die?

He can't die, he can't die, he wants to live, let all those who have hurt him beg him for mercy, and then smile and watch them die in pain. Yes, he is going to live, live......

He won't die, he can't die...... The boy murmured in his dreams.

Suddenly, a table of food appeared in front of him, steaming hot and smelling enticingly, and on either side of the table sat a man and a woman, and the man on the right sat with the same long silver hair as he did. He couldn't see their faces clearly, but he felt that there was an inextricable connection between them and him. Men and women smiled at him, smiling softly.

In front of the table, people knelt on the ground. The men were dressed in tatters and had chains around their necks.

He made it carefully. There are the women who hurt him selling food, the coachman who kicked him, and the vicious men who cut off Mu's nose and cut off his face...... What's more, there is also the nobleman who chased him just now and said that he would sell him.

They all crouched at his feet, trembling with fear.

Everything he ever wanted, everything came true, came true......

The corners of Hee-wol's mouth curled, and he smiled.

The boy in the snow gradually fell unconscious, his body covered in snow, and the bright red blood that flowed from his body stained the white snow. Like a holy flower blooming on the top of the mountain, delicate and enchanting......

The boy muttered an answer to the king's question.

The night priest knelt before the king. "My king, whoever trespasses on the holy mountain should be executed."

The king stroked his forehead, "Today is a day of remembrance, what she wants, so, spare him." ”

The Night Priest replied respectfully, "Yes, my king." ”

"But...... The king lowered his hand and stared at the Night Sacrifice General like a knife. "Those people, and what they call the slave market, the night festival, you know what to do!"

As the king spoke, his eyes gradually became playful, and the king smiled playfully.

"According to the king's law, the king's will, there will be cruelty to those who break the law." The Night Sacrifice General said cruelly.

The king smiled, and his smile became more playful, more cruel, and more bloodthirsty.

At this time, Xiyue came to her senses, saw Wang's smile at a glance, and was immediately frightened, and hurriedly retreated.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? Xiyue asked in horror.

At this time, the night priest stood up and said, "Whoever disrespects the king will be put to death." After speaking, a cloud of gas gathered in his hand, and slowly, the gas elongated and turned into a long sword. The Night Sacrifice General pulled his long sword and walked towards Xiyue step by step.

Xiyue panicked, but she didn't know if she was frightened by the identity of the king or by the long sword in the hand of the night sacrifice general.

Xiyue's eyes swept over everyone, and saw Lan Ling, who was dressed in a heavy costume and a blue cloak, and then looked at his face, it was so clear, like a fresh breeze blowing in summer.

Xiyue involuntarily retreated to Lan Ling's feet, and prayed, "You're a good person, aren't you?" Help me...... Help me......"

Lan Ling listened to Xiyue's words, and then looked at his sincere eyes, and couldn't help but feel a touch in his heart.

Are you a good person? Hehe, no one has ever said that about him yet.

At this time, the night sacrifice general's long sword slashed, and Xiyue looked at the long sword in horror, her pupils dilated.

The sound of 'magnetic' swords colliding was extremely harsh. Xiyue looked at the two long swords that were so close to him in a daze.

Just as the Night Sacrifice General's long sword was about to cut off his head, a blue long sword appeared in Lan Ling's hand, blocking the Night Sacrifice General's attack.

"Lord Lan Ling, do you want to disobey the royal law?" The Night Sacrifice General asked.

Lan Ling smiled, and as soon as the hand holding the hilt of the long sword loosened, the long sword turned into a puff of blue smoke and retracted into Lan Ling's body. "Night sacrifice general, of course not, it's just that my king said, today is a day of remembrance, and you can't hurt your life, even if it's just a dirty cockroach."

As soon as the hand holding the sword loosened, the sword turned into a puff of smoke and was withdrawn into the body of the Night Sacrifice General.

"My king." The general of the night festival consulted the king's opinion.

He opened the king's mouth and said to Xiyue, "I'll give you a chance, a chance to take revenge, do things under the Night Sacrifice and Lan Ling, and then kill the person who humiliated you yourself." Lan Ling and Night Festival, who do you choose? ”