The two faced each other, as if looking in a mirror, looking at each other for a long time, their faces were the color of frost and snow, and they were cold.

A cold wind blew, rolling up the snow and making a sharp and piercing whistling sound, as if it was intended to break the peace.

The white-clothed man's hair was blown and fluttered in the wind, which was quite elegant.

The person on the other side is still with a crown and a dignified appearance. The cold wind kept coming from behind him, but it couldn't shake him for half a minute.

The blue sword light was like a shower, outside the boulder, intensively attacking the enchantment in a regular manner, trying to find a flaw.

After half a ring, the man in white combed the messy hair on his forehead, lowered his head and sighed, his eyebrows and eyes melted coldly, and then he raised his head and smiled at the man: "His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

"In terms of magic, you are not as good as me, don't waste your efforts, with me, you can't break this barrier. The tone was a little respectful and modest, but the words he said were extremely arrogant.

The person who was replaced by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was not moved at all, only stared at the man in white with an expressionless face, and did not stop attacking.

Without saying a word, he took a few steps forward.

The man in white's expression changed, and the long sword in his hand was filled with spiritual light, and his grip was extremely tight, revealing his edge.

one-step

Two steps,

Seeing that the man had arrived in front of him, the man in white sighed, his wrist was loosened, the long sword pointed to the ground, and there was no intention of making a sword, his spiritual power was withdrawn, and he retreated a few points.

He pursed his lips, evoked a gritted grin, and said, "What the hell are you going to do?!"

When His Royal Highness the Crown Prince heard this, he stopped approaching and replied, "Stop you." ”

With a bang, the man in white suddenly withdrew the long sword into the scabbard at his waist, clasped his hands, and laughed as if he sighed angrily: "Stop me? I said that I don't have the slightest idea about your sweetheart, but you don't believe me, if I don't do something to prove it, I'm afraid I will die in your hands sooner or later." ”

His Royal Highness the Prince's eyes melted a little bit of ice and snow, and after hesitating for a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice a little trembling: "I'm sorry, your injury...... How's it going?"

When the man in white heard this, he suddenly raised his head and looked directly into the man's eyes, extremely angry, his eyebrows were sharp, and he said urgently: "Now come to pretend to be a good person?!"

However, as soon as he crashed into the apologetic eyes, he was stunned and couldn't say half a word unpleasantly, as if he was deflated, he only shook his head helplessly, stretched his eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "Forget it, I don't care about you." ”

"You don't have to follow me anymore, I won't do anything more. ”

As soon as the words fell, a trace of coolness slipped into his back and spread through his skin to his heart, and he couldn't help but shiver.

An umbrella, propped up above his head. The hand holding the handle of the umbrella has distinct joints and is as slender as jade.

I don't know when, the snow is falling again, the ground is white and the wind is cold, wrapped in silver, pure as this, not half enchanting. The snow suddenly became heavier, no longer as soft as catkins, but like a dumped pile of sand, rushing down and being extremely heavy.

However, this umbrella, which is only one zhang wide, completely protects the man in white, and he can't feel the slightest coldness.

The man was already standing beside him, and the snowflakes were like white butterflies, falling on his neatly combed crown, and turning into droplets, sliding down his well-defined countenance, and wetting the hem of his clothes.

The man in white couldn't help but get closer, the umbrella was too small to support the two of them.

A piece of silence, the snowflakes are still falling, regardless of the sorrows and joys of the world, the silence is sprinkled, the cold overlap, the indifference is piled up, in this vast world, endless, endless.

Time stands still, as if all grievances are buried.

"You believe me once. The man's voice, which was colder than the wind and snow, came from his ears, and the man in white shivered again, and turned his head to say something.

Instead, he saw that the placket of his chest was stained dark red with blood, and a long sword glowing blue had sunk into it. Bright red blood came out one by one like jade beads with broken threads, soaking through the clothes.

Click-

Dripping down, like a red, brilliant sunset flower, blooming quietly in the snow.

One drop,

Two drops,

It has polluted the whiteness of the world.

The man on his side disappeared with an umbrella, and the man in white fell in a pool of blood, with a desperate smile on his face, and was soon buried by the wind and snow.

Jiang Yi woke up from his sleep again, almost accustomed to it, he propped himself up and sat up slowly.

Before he could sit down, his throat suddenly itched, and he coughed violently. After a few sounds, he covered his mouth with a pale face, looked around left and right, and saw no Fuli before he dared to continue coughing.

A fishy sweet breath rolled up, and he splattered a mouthful of blood onto the bed.

There was also blood red in front of him, dizzy, and his ears were ringing, Jiang Yi trembled and stretched out his hand, gathering the little spiritual power left to seal the spiritual veins in his chest.

The meaning of depression in the chest faded a little.

He said in his heart, this backlash has really come true.

Jiang Yi sat on the bed expressionlessly, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

After some time, his fingers moved, and he looked sad, and he collapsed on the bed, curled up in a ball, and held his head in his hands.

Jiang Yi thought that he had always known that he was not a lucky person, cruelty, loss, bloodshed, and helplessness to the point of despair, for him, he did not know how many times.

But it was only at this moment that he really felt that fate was unfair.

Why, he can't get even a little mercy from God. In this life, it is like sailing against the current.

Countless sad pasts come to mind, selling smoke battlefields, inviting the moon to exterminate the clan, sacrificing gods, again and again, powerless.

But none of these can compare to the sword stabbed by Fuli on the Qinchuan River.

Actually, the dream just now is not entirely real. Outside the Sansheng Stone, Fu Li didn't hurt him again, they finally held an umbrella, walked down the Nine Immortals Mountain, and agreed to fight again, so they settled these grievances.

He remembered that he was obviously smiling and leaving Sanshengshi. But it was still inevitable and became a nightmare.

Jiang Yi didn't want to know why he minded so much.

The word love is so hurtful. He didn't understand it before, but when he figured it out, he found that he didn't even have the qualifications to fight.

Three lives stone determines the marriage of the world, there is life and death, and there is reincarnation.

The name of ten thousand families, regardless of race, regardless of nobility and cheapness, is included, but he is excluded.

Jiang Yi hid his face, and laughed for a while.

He was originally born in response to the catastrophe, the fate of the lonely star, family, friendship, love, can not be stained by half a point, no father, no mother, no relatives and no reason, the only friend he has ever identified is also a woman, and broke with him. If it weren't for that sword, his cultivation would have been damaged. How could he be powerless to resist the Protoss's attack on Invite Yue. If it weren't for it, Sanshengshi would have already decided his fate. How could he have thought that he would have to sacrifice love in exchange for this string killing weapon.

He is now a cold-blooded person who has broken off his love and can't trust anyone at all.

Seven emotions and six desires, resentment and hatred, love and parting, and can't ask for it, this is the suffering of the world, and for him, it is even more redundant. It's not a pity to give it up.

The most terrible thing was to adapt, from numbness to inhumanity or unconsciousness, until death, his heart did not feel any more pain.

He was afraid of the man, and he was good to him.

He was only afraid that he really hated that person in his heart and didn't know it.

A blue sword light flashed.

Jiang Yi raised his body, his eyes were blurry, and he couldn't see clearly, but he knew that it was Fu Li who had returned.

He stretched out his hand to hide the blood-stained bedding, but his spiritual power was eaten too much and could not be formed.

Fu Li landed in a hurry, and in front of him was a pool of blood, and Jiang Yi's seven orifices were bleeding and extremely bleak.

Hey, why every time he is embarrassed, Fu Li is always there.