The sky has turned white, and the first heavy snow of the morning has been sprinkled, the chai door gently pushed, creaking, Han Ming unloaded the long sword behind his back, and gently walked into the chai courtyard. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm back." The calm tone really can't hide the joy and lightness, this is his home, there is his family, there is his happiness.

A white shadow broke out of the house, jumping up and down, happily running towards the returning boy, the furry body was like a huge snowball, tumbling and stumbling, Han Ming's eyebrows and eyes bent down, his eyes were full of happiness and joy, after the killing, there was always a relaxing time, only then he would be quiet, unload the terrifying murderous aura, and finally look like a normal teenager.

It was a snow-white silver wolf, its back was high, its snow-white hair hung down very docilely, and its silver white shone in the morning sun, it jumped briskly, happily jumped into Han Ming's arms, the dew in the early morning did not melt, and in the cool winter morning, a person and a wolf, clothed in the sun, was warm and harmonious.

Han Ming smiled happily, a hearty smile, wandering slightly.

"Haha, okay Xiaobai, what about Han Xiao?" Holding the snow wolf with one hand and sitting up from the ground with the other, he looked at the slightly older woodhouse as if looking for something.

"Big brother, I'm here." A trembling immature voice came out of the door, a young child leaning on the door frame, thirteen or fourteen years old, but it was surprising, there was a silver hair, weak and weak, the long forehead hair covered the forehead, hanging down the eyelids, vaguely gathered eyes, it was a pair of pure eyes are not the kind of black, but like the purest time like the white sun at dawn, the clearest silver white. It's just that his face is surprisingly pale, without any blood, his eyebrows and eyes are clearly distinguished, but there is only an indifferent and dim light in his eyes, weak and weak, in this cold and snowy morning, this sick and weak child will always be sad.

He smiled shallowly, looked at his dearest eldest brother, and smiled tiredly and tiredly. Han Ming's face finally faded from joy to joy again, full of pity and pain.

"Let's eat." Han Xiao's thin fingers were tightly embedded in the door frame, and he struggled to get up with the chaimen, his pale face was still pale, only the hardships of weakness, Han Ming's nose suddenly became sore, and he trotted over and supported his younger brother's weak body.

"I'll help you." Han Ming's fingers slowly supported Han Xiao's withered arm, gently supporting it, as if tears were about to fall in his eyes, a little hazy and a little blurry, Han Ming tilted his head, but he didn't want to let the tears shine in the morning light, and he didn't want his brother to see himself in tears.

In the past and present lives, they are all thirty years old, but they are bound by this senseless emotion, and people who kill people can't do this. Quietly, the sleeves brushed the eyelids, silently wiping away the tears.

Han Xiao smiled bitterly and said no more.

At this time, Han Ming was not the cold-blooded and ruthless murderer last night, just an elder brother, just an ordinary elder brother who didn't want his younger brother to see tears. Fate has given them too many tribulations, but it has also given them irreplaceable family affection, to kill countless people, even if they live to kill more people, they rely on each other, and they have to go on bravely.

In the firewood house, the firewood and charcoal in the brazier are burning, a hazy warm mist rises, occasionally there are one or two crackling sounds, the flame seedlings dance gently, more and more vigorous, blocking the cold of Dongchen without leaking, in the firewood house, the two brothers sit opposite each other, the table in front of them is already full of dishes, a pot of spirits is towering like a sea bowl, Han Ming drank it all, Han Xiao sipped his chapped lips and gently swallowed a small sip of slightly thick fruit wine, and smiled happily. At the table, Xiaobai leaned against the brazier to ward off the cold, stepped on a big beast bone with both paws, and gnawed hard, I don't know why, it was obviously a proud snow wolf in the snowfield, and his eating appearance and hobbies were like ordinary big dogs, Han Ming pushed it angrily.

"Foodie, look at your fat!"

Xiao Baiji thought he was dashing, but he didn't flick the long hair on his forehead vividly, gnawing on the big bones as always, thinking that you don't eat bones and don't let me eat them, it's really bitter to be a pet.

"Where is the spirit of a snowwolf?" Han Xiao also smiled bitterly, and three black lines had been torn off his forehead invisibly.

The two of them are teenagers after all, even if they have been killing for several years, they have never drunk a lot, but the third tour is already slightly drunk, Han Xiao leaned back weakly, and finally blushed a little, Han Ming laughed, the light pleasure after killing, and the relaxation after killing were like a wisp of fresh wind, slowly caressing the tense nerves and gradually loosening.

"Are we really leaving tomorrow?" Han Xiao rubbed his reddish eyes, his throat was blocked, and tears had already bloomed.

Han Ming raised his head and looked out of the house through the thin window veil, his expression was also reluctant, but he was resolutely covered up quietly, retracted his gaze, and looked at the sad Han Xiao, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, full of pity.

"Silly boy, it's been thirteen years, and we've all grown up. There are some things that are waiting for us to experience after all, and I have to avenge that revenge after all. Naturally, it's time to go out and have a look. ”

"Big brother, we can go through it together, but why don't you take revenge with me? You killed, why didn't you let me go? Han Xiao struggled to prop himself up and looked at Han Ming.

"You are still young, the revenge is ours, but revenge is my business. I don't want you to be in danger. The world is not peaceful, what we have to do is what should be hunted down after all, you can follow me. But I don't want you to bear the sin of murder, even in such a small part. Han Ming looked at Xiao Bai next to the brazier, the humane foodie also raised his head to look at the two of them at this time, there was no usual duality in his eyes, replaced by a deep seriousness, even the round eyes turned into triangular eyes, his eyes showed a fierce light, killing intent was awe-inspiring, and he raised its sharp mouth, and a long scar loomed on the tip of his chin. Han Ming looked at the scar and was distracted, and remembered the bloodstained sect thirteen years ago, his two-year-old self crawled out of the pile of dead people, his face, back and even his eyes were full of blood, exuding a terrifying smell of blood, the little white was still young, but he was extremely brave enough to carry Han Xiao, who had just been born, to rush out of the siege of thousands of cultivators, and a long sword slashed through his chin, finally leaving that terrible scar.

Xiao Bai slowly arched his back, his hair stood on end, and his throat made a snorting sound. I thought, whoever dares to stop us, I will bite whom!

Han Ming bent down with pity, rubbed Xiaobai's head, his expression was very gentle, fortunately Xiaobai had the bloodline of a divine beast, otherwise Han Xiao would have been more than lucky, because this bloodline Xiaobai could live strong for several years, accompanying the two brothers, Han Ming's heart swelled up too much gratitude, everything turned into a big bone on the table, and threw down another piece, finally, the foodie returned to his foodie nature.

"You are tired, and I will take revenge." Han Ming looked at Xiaobai and Han Xiao and said firmly. Han Xiao shook his head, he had already been habitually silent.

The two were drunk, Xiaobai seemed to be tired, and the two of them and a beast hugged each other and fell asleep.

The sun was getting clearer and clearer, the sun was quietly spreading, and the gold and warmth of that place quietly covered them with an invisible warm blanket.

Everything was so quiet.

It's like looking out the window, the dawn is just beginning, it's a sunny day.

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