Snow falls!

Icy cold, burial cold.

After Lan Bingning buried Lan Xingchen, he followed Ye Shuming to the 'Mohe'.

'Mohe' is called 'Xuanbing River', and in the Mohe River, there are thousands of years of unmelted Xuanbing and long-lasting ice and fire.

For many years, Mohe has set several records for the lowest temperature in the Doulong Continent.

minus 273 degrees Celsius!

Now Ye Shuming is holding Ye Xin, riding and walking from the distant Purple Mountain, it took about two months to finally reach this cold land that has condensed thousands of years of ice.

"Bingning, you go and rest!" Ye Shuming stared at the beautiful woman behind him and said in a low voice.

For nearly two months, Ye Shuming only knew that he was constantly rushing crazy, and even forgot that there was a woman following him behind him.

"I'm not tired yet, when you bury Ye Xin, I'll go and rest!" Lan Bingning covered her mouth and yawned deeply in response.

"Good!" How could Ye Shuming not know how tired Lan Bingning was, Lan Bingning followed him closely for two months, just worried about what would happen to him on the road. Nowadays, in an extremely cold place close to minus 200 degrees, Lan Bingning is naturally even more at ease.

Ye knew that if Lan Bingning hadn't seen him leave this extremely cold place with his own eyes, Lan Bingning would definitely not go to sleep.

Can............

There is too much helplessness, Ye Shuming can only suppress his heart!

After walking for several miles of ice, Ye Shuming was very tired physically and mentally, and there was a woman with an extremely pale face lying on his arm.

Every time Ye Shuming wanted to fall, he would stare at the woman on his arm affectionately, and then raise his steps again, mustering up his fighting spirit to move towards the iceberg.

"It's finally here." Ye Shuming couldn't help but exhale a long breath of hot air deeply, and whispered to the woman on his arm.

The name of the iceberg is called: Cold Pole Mountain.

Although the mountain peak is not high, because the mountain peak is affected by the Mohe River, the temperature is basically kept at about minus **10 degrees, so the ice and snow in the Hanji Mountain have been formed for a hundred years, and in this hundred years, the ice and snow of the Hanji Mountain have never melted.

Cave!

The ice and snow outside the cave condensed and was extremely hard, so Ye Shuming broke through the ice and snow outside the cave, and then walked in with Ye Xin in his arms.

Lan Bingning was worried about Ye Shuming's safety, so she also followed Ye Shuming into the cave.

It's cold, it's cold!

In the huge ice cave, there are only a few extremely large pieces of ice.

The largest piece of ice is about five meters long, one meter wide, and two meters high.

"Bingning, help me hold Ye Xin." Ye Shuming called Lan Bingning beside him and asked Lan Bingning to help him hug Ye Xin for a while.

"It's cold here, if you let her lie on the ground, she'll get cold."

When Lan Bingning took over Ye Xin, this sentence slowly came out of Ye Yuming's mouth.

"Hmm!" After reaching out to take Ye Xin's already cold body, Lan Bingning's heart couldn't help but shudder a few times.

Although Ye Xin's body was said to be stiff, there was still a few traces of residual heat, and Lan Bingning knew that the residual heat of Ye Xin's body was definitely covered by Ye Xianming with his own body. You know, in an environment close to minus 200 degrees, how difficult it is to warm the human body.

Ye Shuming's heart for Ye Xin can be learned from heaven and earth!

"A sword in a sword!"

Ye Yuming's cold eyes flashed with a few chilling black halos, he stared at the huge Xuan Ice in front of him, and frantically danced the blue sting sword in his hand.

Boom!

Broken ice cubes flew around, and even some sharp ice blades grazed Ye Shuming's face, and the small ice cubes were like sword blades, fiercely scratching Ye Shuming's face.

The red stream flowed from Ye Weiming's face, but he never thought of wiping it, and he continued to wave the sword in his hand, and the sword aura rose proudly with the wind, causing the air to hum constantly.

The sword grazed the ice and broke it.

Invisibly, the huge Xuan Bing had been cut out of the shape of a coffin by Ye Yuming's sword.

Ice coffin!

The crystal clear ice coffin appeared in front of him, Ye Shuming stopped the sword in his hand, and then walked towards the cold coffin, he stretched out his hand, touched the cold ice coffin affectionately, and said, "In the future, my favorite person will live here for a while." ”

Staying for a while?

Ye Yuming is so infatuated, and his love for Ye Xin is so affectionate.

Even if Ye Xin is dead, what can he do? He is still alive in Ye Shuming's heart, and he is still living very happily.

If there is a kind of love called letting go, then Ye Shuming's love for Ye Xin is called life and death are also with each other, and he will never give up in this life.

"Bingning, give me Xin'er!"

"Hmm!" For the young man in front of him, Lan Bingning's opinion completely changed.

If he used to be, he was cowardly and incompetent. Now he is fearless.

If he used to be, he didn't know what love was. Then now he is deeply in love.

Ye Shuming put down the stunning sword in his hand, and then slowly walked to Lan Bingning's side and took Ye Xin's corpse.

The glittering gaze of his eyes was so affectionate and gentle, he reached out and stroked Ye Xin's forehead with his light hand, and then kissed it deeply.

This kiss is eternal!

Ye Shuming placed Ye Xin's body in the huge Xuanbing coffin, but he never closed the Xuanbing coffin.

He just stood quietly and stupidly beside Xuanbing's coffin, without any words, just staring at the woman in front of him affectionately.

At this moment, Ye Shuming couldn't bear it anymore, he cried out completely.

It is not an exaggeration for a man to cry.

"Men don't flick when they have tears, just because they haven't reached the sad place." This sentence is too right, too right.

Ye Shuming, an eighteen-year-old boy, his life has just begun, but he watched the people he loved die one after another.

Ye Qin, his father...... He's dead!

His mother, he had never met.

It can be said that in Ye Shuming's mind, he has always known what maternal love is, because in Ye Shuming's world, there has never been a woman who says she is his mother.

Shadow Lao, his master...... He's dead!

And now, Ye Xin is also dead.

Ye Shuming had made a lot of promises to Ye Xin for a lifetime, but now?

Ye Shuming always firmly believed that he and Ye Xin would have a bright future, but what about now?

Ye Shuming always believed that as long as he practiced hard, he could protect Ye Xin, but now?

Everything is shattered!

In the face of all this, Ye Shuming endured silently, but wasn't these pains enough to hurt the sadness of a bloody man?

Ye Yuming's tears were like warm currents, constantly splashing on the Xuanbing coffin. Tears fell on the thousand-year-old Xuanbing coffin, and it melted the thousand-year-old Xuanbing little by little.

Tick, tick......

Lan Bing stared at the man in front of him, this young man who was once called a waste wood has really changed.

Hatred can make people numb, but it can also make people strong, and it is obvious that Ye Shuming belongs to the latter.

Lan Bingning didn't stop Ye Shuming, she just let Ye Shuming cry bitterly.

She knew that after making this strong bloody man cry, maybe he would regain his fighting spirit and continue on this difficult road.

Whose life path is not hard, but whose life path can be more bitter than Ye Shuming?

Tears are still flowing.

Ye Shuming is still crying.

"This ............"

Staring at the scene in front of him, Lan Bingning suddenly froze.

Lan Bingning has never seen such a picture.

Red tears.

Is it true that a person's tears do not turn red?

If the tears don't turn red, then what's the matter with the tears of the young man in front of him?

Oh!

Perhaps when the pain is deep, the tears that people cry will really turn red