The snow fell silently, and the sun slanted to the west of Tianshan.

Lin Zimo woke up, his eyes were full of dazzling white.

"Ziyi..."

Lin Zimo hurriedly got up, and a corner of the blood lotus flower emerged from his arms.

Looking at this blood lotus, Lin Zimo lost his previous joy.

The snow at the entrance of the cave was very deep, and Ziyi didn't know where the snow was buried.

Lin Zimo supported the ground with his hands and knelt on his knees.

Ziyi, you grew up with me since childhood, although you are called a secret guard, I have long regarded you as my own brother in my heart.

Your own brothers are still fighting for me because of their power, and you protect me and defend me, which is better than blood brothers.

Blame me for not persuading you to go with me before I went up to the Heavenly Mountain.

The cold night was coming, and Lin Zimo couldn't find Ziyi, so he had to go down the Tianshan Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain.

Lin Zimo slashed to the ground one palm after another, and his palm was gradually stained red with blood.

After a while, a three-foot-square pit was revealed in the ground.

Lin Zimo took out the hair bundle that Ziyi usually wore when he searched just now.

After carefully wrapping the hem of the clothes, he put it in the pit.

Carefully bury the soil, erect a monument, and say nothing.

Gazing for a long time, the moon is in the sky.

A figure knelt heavily in front of the grave, knocked three times, and got up and disappeared into the night.

The inscription on the tablet reads: The tomb of my brother Lin Ziyi.

You once mentioned to me that the ancestral rules are not a great achievement, and the secret guard must not have a surname.

I asked you if you wanted to have your own surname, and you didn't make sense.

But I can clearly see the desire in your eyes.

Now, you can no longer refuse me.

Ziyi, surnamed Lin, the word Huaijun.

When they come, they come in pairs, and they return to the shadow alone.

The moon is shining brightly and the wind is cold.

Lin Zimo summoned his love to ride, turned over on the horse, raised the whip, and embarked on the road home.

The next day, they arrived at the Western Regions City.

At the city gate, a beautiful car was parked there.

The delicate light yarn hangs around the car, and the figure in the car is graceful.

The servant in front of the car saw Lin Zimo coming on horseback, his face was happy, and he hurriedly said a few words to the beauty in the curtain.

The beauty in the curtain lifted the gauze curtain lightly, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked over.

It is the daughter of the King of the Western Regions, Wu Xiaoxiao.

Wu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but be overjoyed when she heard that Lin Zimo had returned safely from the Tianshan Mountains.

I didn't want to raise my eyes, but I saw that Lin Zimo's clothes were no longer as usual, and there was a little blood on his white clothes.

Immediately, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly called the left and right strong slaves to go to help.

Wu Xiaoxiao ordered the guards to hurry up and return to the palace.

The king of the Western Regions saw his daughter