Every day of this winter is very long, and now it is December, and it has been half a month since Qian Ling left Yan Kingdom, and he has been very cautious in this half month, and he is highly nervous every day, for fear that the sun and candles and the people of Taiyin and Shadow will catch up with him. In order to hide his aura, he only hurried in the morning and evening, because the people of both clans were weak during this time. The rest of the time he would hide and wrap himself in Chaos Qi to cover his aura.

The above method is quite practical, the sun candle and the Taiyin Youying have not caught up with him, but the distance of half a month is not much, and there is at least half a month away from the hundred republics.

Poor Ling felt that it was not a way to continue like this, and at the beginning of December, when the first heavy snow of the year began to fall, he rushed to the hundred kingdoms day and night.

After half a month of contemplation, Qian Ling became more and more afraid, he felt that he could not escape this disaster, and felt that Lian Shi and Stygian Horn continued to chase after him.

Whether he can see Fan Ao this time is still a mystery, but it is impossible to help Xing Zeyuan challenge the world, and he feels that the two clans will not stop easily. In the white snow, he had other answers in his heart.

In mid-December, Qian Ling finally arrived in the Hundred Republic of China, and he walked in the vast snow, leaving footprints of different shades on it. The change in weather had no effect on Qian Ling, but with the coat on his body, his skin finally wouldn't get soaked by the melted snow.

Poor Ling's eyesight was far beyond ordinary people, and he saw a white building in a circle in the white sky, and those stone castles were perfectly hidden in the snow, and the snow piled up on the walls and drifted away with the wind.

The wind lifted the ground intact and untraced, raising a layer of crystal snowflakes and slapping on Poor Ling's face. The faint cool breath cheered up the tired Qianling, and she jumped over the fence to find people in it. It has been a long time since it was inhabited, and the snow in many places is fluffy like cotton candy, perfect and unspoiled.

Poor Ling followed the footprints on the ground in a circle and walked into the tallest building.

The curtain of the cotton cloth door was lifted, and the resting men inside raised their guns and crossbow arrows. All of them were in the building, and who opened the door at this time?

After the curtain fell, the owner in the black coat had white skin and a face like ice. There were more than twenty people sitting in the room, but there were no familiar faces from Qian Ling.

They laid down their weapons under the command of the captain, and the leader of the squad walked up to Poor Ling, stretched out his hand to him, and said:

"You're the poor of the Red Shield Mercenary Regiment, aren't you?"

Poor Ling shook hands with him.

"You are?"

"The knight of the Gade Army - Xiao Qing!"

Xiao Qingsheng has sword eyebrows, carries a sword on his shoulders, and has a righteous face. He invited Qian Ling to sit by the fire and served him a bowl of boiled rice wine, and Qian Ling drank it, and the sweet and strong wine warmed his body a lot.

"Excuse me, where are Xing Zeyuan and Fan Ao?"

Qian Ling didn't need to look around, they were definitely not here, he had already determined the breath.

"I'm afraid you won't see Xing Zeyuan and Youyou, they have already gone to the Western Regions at this time. ”

"What are you doing in the Western Regions?"

"Go to the ruins of the Dream Clan to learn the truth about history. ”

What does it mean? Poor Ling scratched his head, some did not understand, but as long as they were well, it would be fine.

"But you can meet Fan Ao, she should have returned from Wuham, in the base camp. ”

Qian Ling got up and couldn't wait to ask:

"Which direction?"

"I'll send you over when lunch is over, it's snowing so hard now. ”

"No, tell me the direction. ”

Poor Ling's attitude was resolute, Xiao Qing had no choice but to tell him, and then, he went out and spread his wings.

"Captain, can he fly?"

Xiao Qing was also stunned, since Qian Ling could fly, no wonder he didn't have to lead the way by himself.

"Captain, wouldn't it be nice to tell him the address directly?"

"It's okay, Red Shield isn't a companion, but it's trustworthy. ”

Xiao Qing patted the shoulder of the person around him, the cold wind blew, and it was a little cold.

"Come in, don't look at it. ”

The base camp of the Gade army and the Imperial Clan was in the quiet of the Fugaku Mountains, but they also had people guarding the original White Castle because of its proximity to the port. The world is watching them all the time, and they must master the ability to counter-detect.

Xiao Qing washed and put away the porcelain bowl that Qian Ling had drunk, and his heart couldn't be quiet for a long time, he took a sip of hot wine, which slid down his esophagus, warmed his stomach, and then relaxed his whole body.

"Captain, what do you want?"

"Think of the Red Shield Mercenary Regiment. ”

"Xing Zeyuan's mercenary group?"

"Well, in the Battle of Blackwater, they fought against 50,000 world-class military divisions with ten people, and later entered the 'Ren Tian Star Array' where the strange monks burned clean, and it is said that no one can walk in and come out, but I didn't expect them to appear one after another, and Qian Ling is already the remnant of the fifth red shield. ”

"What a horrible team. ”

Xiao Qing nodded, not knowing that they would be able to do those amazing things in the future.

Poor Ling braved the heavy snow and wind, and didn't want to waste a second, at least he had to see Fan Ao.

Half an hour later, he finally saw a huge city in the three mountains, and the city sounded the alarm because of his mediation, and many war divisions gathered together, thinking that it was a black warship bird piercing the stars.

A captain jumped into the sky and began to attack, and Fan Ao's heart trembled in the room, she forgot that she was still eating a moment ago, and forgot that she was sitting with her parents and Aunt Qi. Van Au jerked to his feet, turned and ran out of the room. The three elders followed, what happened to Fan Ao?

She was dressed in thin clothes, she ran in tears in the snow, she raised her head to look at the sky, she had just felt a breath, that breath was very familiar to her, and the little devil she liked seemed to be back to her. But why can't she see it? She looked back and forth, looking up at the streets and the tall buildings.

Thick boots crushed the snow, and Van'au was incomparably small in the huge city, and she shouted to the sky:

"Poor!"

"Poor!"

Fiscis and Fan Mu stood not far from Fan Ao, and they looked up, but they didn't see Poor Ling.

Fan Ao didn't stop there, she really felt the breath of the poor Ling, and at that moment she was extremely excited, and the beating sound of her heart was heavy and loud. The person she had been thinking about for a long time had really come back, and she was suddenly weak, she was on her knees, why couldn't she see it?

"Get out of here!"

Poor Ling was annoyed, this captain attacked him indiscriminately, and he was kicked out of 10,000 meters immediately. He began to spin back and forth around the city, and he had just heard the voice of Fan Ao, who was right here. He was a little anxious and wanted to see Fan Ao earlier, and he saw it after looking for several back and forth.

Van'ao knelt on the ground and sat in the snow, her eyes filled with tears, looking helplessly at the white sky. She hopes that the person she likes can appear by her side and then hug her, which is her only wish at the moment.

The black sandy wings were particularly conspicuous in the snow, and Qian Ling slowly fell, and Fan Ao immediately stood up, she looked at the person in front of her, and the tears that she had held back for so long finally couldn't help falling. Before Qian Ling landed, Fan Ao opened his hands to hug Qian Ling.

She doesn't know when she fell in love with him, it may be when Qian Ling habitually puts his arm on her shoulder, or it may be when Qian Ling is handsome and fighting, anyway, she wants to be with Qian Ling, and the moment she saw him, Fan Ao burst into tears.

Fiscis pulled Vanmu back, who was crying profusely.

"What are you doing?"

"Okay, let's go, don't disturb people!"

Fan Mu reluctantly left, and the snow fell heavily, and the goose feather snow fell down, floating on the heads of Qian Ling and Fan Ao.

A blazing arc isolated the snowflakes, Qian Ling quietly hugged Fan Ao, let her cry to her heart's content, she must have suffered a lot during this time, cry, cry out all the grievances.

Many people think that Fan Ao is cold, she is like a killer, she only fiddles with murderous weapons every day, rarely has free time, and rarely chats with others, her world seems to have only her parents and Red Shield, and the rest is not as important as her gun.

But now, this girl who was as cold as a dagger cried loudly, she buried herself in the arms of the poor and sobbed, and all the grievances and sadness exploded.

It's been a year and a half, and Fan Ao hasn't heard anything about Qianling for a year and a half, she is really worried that something will happen to Qianling, that he will be captured by the Sun Candle and Taiyin Youying clans, and that she will never see him again.

The man, who was called the Devil, was as cold as ice at times, silent as the moon, often sighing alone, and as hot as the sun, warming Van'au's heart.

When Xing Zeyuan went to save Youyou, Fan Ao was thinking, if something happened to him, would Qian Ling rush into the crowd to save himself like the head of the regiment? Will he trek through mountains and rivers and come to see him desperately? When Xing Zeyuan brought back Youyou, she was really envious, envious that Youyou could meet such a good person as the head of the regiment.

Even if it is hostile to the whole world, the head of the regiment does not hesitate to bring back the young you. That day, the head of the regiment hugged Youyou and took her to appear in front of his eyes, at that moment, Fan Ao was really moved, passed by several times, and fought for life and death several times, it was not easy to meet the person he loved, and the head of the regiment really cherished Youyou.

But her poor Ling was not by her side, she hugged her knees, and woke up from a nightmare to look at the sky alone. Now, now he's finally back.

Fan Ao had never cried like this, and Qianling's two palms stroked her head with one hand and gently patted her back with the other.

No matter how tough a girl is, she will show her most gentle side in front of the boy she likes, Fan Ao leaned on Poor Ling's arms and whispered to him slightly:

"I miss you so much. ”

The heavy heart slowly eased, and the previous exhaustion turned to ashes at this moment. Qian Ling ran from the Yuan Chu Realm to the Eastern Regions Realm Hundred Republic of China, and traveled through most of the world, just to meet the person in his arms.

"Yes, yes. ”

If it were the head of the regiment, he would definitely answer affectionately and gently: I miss you too. But Qian Ling is not Xing Zeyuan, he is always very aggressive, he touched Fan Ao's chin with his finger, and said:

"Lift your head up and let me see you. ”

Fan Ao cut his hair short and kept oblique bangs, looking cold and heroic, but he just didn't look up.

"What's wrong?"

After a moment of silence, Van Au whispered:

"There was a wound on the face. ”

Girls value their faces more than many men expect, and men's scars are a symbol of courage, medals and glory. But the girls are different, those scars, only ugly to them.

He was very tall and had big hands, and he held Fan'ao's face with both hands and raised it. There was a faint scar on the left side of Fan's face, from her forehead to her jawbone, and she seemed to feel the poor gaze, and lowered her head sadly.

"Poor Ling, will you ......?"

Before Fan Ao could finish speaking, Qian Ling had already kissed her on the forehead. Fan Ao originally thought that Qian Ling would not like such a self, because Qian Ling was tall and handsome, but when he kissed him, Fan Ao felt as happy as a princess.

After a short period of inferiority, Fan Ao couldn't help crying, when she faced the sword rabbit, he wished that Qian Ling would appear by his side......

"Whoever left this scar on you, I'm going to make her suffer. In the future, as long as I am here, no one can hurt you. ”

Xing Zeyuan also said this sentence to Youyou, Fan Ao had always been very envious of her, and finally, someone said it to her today. And the person who said this was the poor Ling she wanted the most.

Qian Ling hugged Fan Ao in the posture of a princess, she looked at Qian Ling, and finally smiled, and when the tears fell, it was as brilliant as a lily of the valley swaying with the spring breeze.