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The north wind howled and brought a chill to the bone, and snowflakes the size of goose feathers fell with the wind, blowing on the face, sending bursts of tingling pain. What came into view was a dazzling white expanse of snow, with no end in sight. Xie Zhao was still wearing a thin red dress, and her clothes fluttered with the cold wind. It can be seen at a glance in the blank whiteness.

This is the third day she has walked in the snow. The further you go, the heavier the wind and snow become. I thought back to Aohime's words before leaving. "The territory of the Northern Underworld in the far north where Ah Qiao lives, before you get there, you have to go through the most bitter wind and snow, and you have to go against the wind and snow all the time, don't stop."

The body of the demon clan is not afraid of cold and heat, but the wind and snow here still make Xie Zhao feel a biting chill. There is a sense of despair and loneliness in the wind and snow, as well as a blankness and a sense of relief due to the passage of time. These complex emotions are entangled together, and they form this cold wind and snow.

It's almost there.

Xie Zhao stretched out his hand and held the snowflake the size of a goose feather, with a smile on his face. Continue to take a step forward.

The Northern Underworld in the Land of the North Hades looked at the crystal ball in his hand, stretched out his hand and threw the crystal ball towards the North Hades Bridge that was closing his eyes and recuperating on the side.

"I'm looking for you."

Bei Shenqiao stretched out his hand and took the crystal ball steadily, opened his eyes to look at the demon who was walking against the wind in red in the wind and snow, and there was a dead silence in her amber eyes, as if her emotions had been sealed and could no longer produce any waves. "I've stopped forging knives for years." After saying that, she threw the crystal ball to the North Stygian again, and continued to close her eyes and pretend to sleep.

The North Stygian took the crystal ball, not caring at all that it was a secret treasure used by the Northern Styls to monitor all the approaches to the station, and tossed it around in the air. "The broken knife on her waist is Lin Feng, Ah Qiao."

"What about Linfeng?" Bei Yingqiao didn't open his eyes, and his voice was faintly cold. The name Lin Feng still made her feel a little emotionally fluctuating.

"If you don't want to see her, I'll close the entrance."

"Whatever you want." Bei Yingqiao opened his eyes and glanced at the North Shenkong, then changed his posture and continued to close his eyes to recuperate.

Bei Shenkong shook his head and smiled, placed the crystal ball on the cushion, and closed his eyes as well. "Ah Qiao, you are still duplicitous as always, you obviously actually want to see that little guy, she looks so similar to you."

On the empty hall of the Northern Underworld Clan, only the two of them lazily closed their eyes and recuperated.

Xie Zhao walked forward against the wind and snow, the wind and snow became bigger and bigger, and suddenly she felt that her body seemed to hit something. There was obviously a cold wind blowing in front of him, but when he stretched out his hand, he could touch the barrier in front of him.

This is it.

Xie Zhao closed her eyes, took a deep breath, pulled out the broken knife on her waist and slashed at the barrier in front of her, and then rushed forward quickly, and then she arrived in a country of ice and snow.

All the surrounding buildings are made of ice and snow, exuding an inexplicable dead silence. It was quiet, there was no sound. Xie Zhao held the broken knife in his hand, looked around cautiously, and then began to walk forward, gradually the surrounding buildings became more and more exquisite, and the shops on the street were full of dazzling goods, but there was still no one to see on the street, and there was an eerie silence. It's like an empty city.

Not far away, a large hall was faintly visible, Xie Zhao stopped for a moment, and flew to the main hall with a knife. Maybe there will be some clue then.

The North Void in the hall opened its eyes.

"Here she is. Aqiao. ”

As soon as Bei Shenkong's words were finished, Xie Zhao's red figure appeared in the main hall.

Looking at a pair of men and women sitting in the hall, Xie Zhao stepped forward and saluted the two people. "The two predecessors of the Northern Underworld, in Xia Xie Zhao."

Bei Yingqiao also opened her eyes, she looked at the broken Lin Feng in Xie Zhao's hand, and her voice was a little cold. "Why does the knife break?"

"It's broken when the juniors are learning from others."

"Yes." Bei Mingqiao stood up and walked towards Xie Zhao step by step, her appearance was not the same as Xie Zhao, but inexplicably Xie Zhao looked at the woman who approached her as if she saw herself. The self who is obsessed with asking for it but can't get it also has this look in the mirror.

Bei Yingqiao took the Lin Feng in Xie Zhao's hand and gently stroked the blade, as if he was missing, but his face was still expressionless. How many years had passed, and she was about to forget what that person looked like. I didn't expect to see this knife again in my lifetime.

"Senior, Aohime's predecessor asked me to bring the Deep Sea Darkiron. She said that the forger of this knife was you. ”

"You guessed who I am?" Beiyingqiao took his eyes off the wind and turned his head to look at Xie Zhao.

"Yes, I knew it when you looked at the wind." The eyes of the seniors looking at the knife are like looking at a lover, and only those who forge the knife and the swordsman who loves the knife will have such eyes.

"What weapon broke this knife?"

"Ming Yuan."

"Ahem, cough, what are you talking about, it's Ming Yuan'......" Sitting on the sidelines, looking at Xie Zhao and the Northern Underworld Bridge, the Northern Underworld seemed to be frightened. He couldn't help but mutter. "How could it be Ming Yuan......

"I can fix this knife, but you have to tell me what your relationship is with the person who broke this knife." The amber eyes of the North Stygian Bridge looked at Xie Zhao, obviously a pool of stagnant water, but Xie Zhao sensed a sharp color of inquiry.

"He and I used to be lovers."

"Ever."

"He forgot everything."

"Why did you repair this knife?"

"This knife is important to me."

"I see, Darkiron for me, wait here, it will take some time to reforge this knife." Bei Hades Bridge stretched out his hand and motioned for Xie Zhao to give her Xuantie. The North Hell Bridgehead, which took over the Xuantie, left the main hall without turning.

Looking at the back of the departure of the North Underworld Bridge, Xie Zhao showed a trace of surprise on his face, and it went smoothly like this.

"Don't look at Ah Qiao like this now, she used to be quite lively." A slight smile in the Northern Darkness Sky came into Xie Zhao's ears. "It takes a lot of time from the furnace to the casting of the knife, so you might as well sit down and tell me about the things outside."

"It's better to be respectful than to obey." Xie Zhao arched his hand and sat on the chair in the hall. "I don't know what my predecessors want to hear."

Bei Shenkong groaned for a moment and slowly spoke. "Well, let's start with you, I can't think of anything to hear for a while, there must be a lot of interesting things about you being able to turn from a human to a demon."

"If the seniors want to listen to the juniors, it's fine, but the stories of the juniors are not interesting." Xie Zhao said that his hands were clenched tightly into fists.

All this fell into the eyes of the Northern Underworld, and he adjusted his sitting posture and spoke. "If you don't want to say it, it's okay, you can tell some stories or what you have seen."

"It's not that the younger generation doesn't want to speak, it's just that they want to organize the language, because when they think back to the past, they always feel that they are guilty and that their sins are unforgivable." Xie Zhao was a little at a loss, lowered his head and smiled. "Then the junior began to talk. I was born in a cosy town in the land of Jiangnan......"

Xie Zhao's voice was a little cold, and she slowly said those past events. The sky outside was bright and dark, dark and bright, and the candles in the main hall were bright and bright. When she said something interesting, she would laugh out loud, and when she talked about war and parting, she couldn't help but burst into tears.