At the moment when Zhang Xing's consciousness was about to dissipate, the sky suddenly snowed with goose feathers!

This is the first snow in this world in 300 years, perhaps because this battlefield is so tragic that it is impossible to even look at the sky. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Click......"

And at this moment, a sound of bone dislocation sounded, Zhang Xing looked at the snowflakes in front of him, suddenly stopped all movements, and was stunned.

After three days of this look, his mouth finally moved, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable, and finally said one word bluntly: "Snow!" ”

"Snow! Snow! Snow ......"

He slapped his head, as if he remembered something important, but he couldn't remember, and shouted again and again in a hurry.

The heavy snow did not stop, it rained for seven or eight days in a row, and Zhang Xing always repeated the word "snow".

This is a good thing for him, proving that his consciousness is solid at this point, at least it will not deteriorate.

During this period, Zhang Xing kept wandering, patting his head, trying to remember something, although there were people around him who were constantly attacking him, but before he got close to Zhang Xing, he would be eroded by his evil energy, and finally died silently.

It wasn't until ten days later that a large pile of snowmen appeared in front of Zhang Xing, these snowmen were formed by Zhang Xing's evil qi before, they formed a wall, isolated Zhang Xing in the middle, and now no one could disturb him.

The killing stopped, and his mind clearer.

Zhang Xing stared at the snowman motionless at this time, and some shadows finally appeared in his mind, slowly overlapping with these snowmen.

In the blurred picture, it seems that a man, covered in a thick layer of snow, pushed open the house and walked in.

Zhang Xing's eyes unconsciously shed tears at this time, he opened his mouth, wanting to shout but didn't know how.

"Woo-ah-oh-uh......"

Although he didn't shout out, his memory was waking up little by little.

It wasn't until a long, long time that he finally remembered.

He recognized it as his father, and he remembered that it was a chaotic year, the war destroyed countless people's homes, although Zhang Xing lived in China and was not invaded to him, but the war destroyed not only the warring places, but also the market and national reserves.

It was a great war, and dozens of countries went crazy, resulting in a serious scarcity of domestic materials and daily necessities.

Zhang Xing's family conditions are not good, he was born in the mountains, the conditions are even worse, he can't even afford to eat, whoever has a little potato and sweet potato, it is a big meal.

It was also at that time, in the southern region, it rarely snowed, and even the next time in ten or eight years, so snow was a rare thing for the locals, and it happened that the snow was very heavy that year, and the weather suddenly turned colder, exceeding the previous years.

In times of war, this was very fatal to the southerners, many of whom did not even have warm clothing, and many people died at that time.

Zhang Xing almost became one of them, he suffered from a cold, and then caused repeated high fevers, once burning to 40 degrees.

At this time, Zhang Xing had almost been judged to die, and many people persuaded his father to give up, after all, Zhang Xing and their children who were close to the war had not even been vaccinated since they were children, and pharmaceutical factories around the country were rushing to stock up on trauma drugs at that time.

Zhang Xing's illness occurred during the war years, when medicines were controlled products, and they could not be supplied at the front line, so where could civilians enjoy them.

But Zhang Xing's father was as stubborn as him, how could he bear the pain of losing his son, he did not give up, but ran around, and found out that the local troops needed a batch of fish to supplement nutrition, and as long as they could succeed, they could get medicine.

At this time, there was almost no fish to sell in the market, and the weather was so cold that it was not a death sentence to go down the river, so almost no one wanted to go.

Zhang Xing's father used the only quilt in the family to change a set of fishing nets and went to the river.

His father didn't say a word, just took off his clothes and pants and went down to the river, put the net away, and waited for the next day to get it.

The rivers in the south are not frozen, but the temperatures are just as deadly.

His father laid the net in one go, but he was shivering with cold.

When he was hungry, he casually pulled some weeds on the side of the road to satisfy his hunger, and when he was thirsty, he didn't dare to leave, and he only needed to pull one end of the net and go directly to the shore, so he was afraid of being taken away by others.

The next day, after a sleepless night, he harvested a basket of fish larvae, which was successfully exchanged for a day's amount of medicine, and Zhang Xing's condition was finally controlled.

His father changed enough medicine for a week, and Zhang Xing also ate fragrant fish, and his illness was finally cured.

His father almost died of frostbite at this time!

Zhang Xing remembers this incident very clearly, because his condition had improved at that time, and it was also the last day his father went out to fish.

On that day, his father, wrapped in a thick layer of snow, like a snowman, pushed open the door, and as he shook off the snow, revealing his father, who had completely changed his appearance and was swollen inside, he was so frightened that he cried "Wow".

Zhang Xing looked at the snowman in front of him, and his tears finally broke the embankment, like an avalanche.

"Father!" Naturally, he shouted these two words, and his memory began to awaken like a tidal wave.

At the same time, the world began to crumble, as if it were the end of the world.

"The purple qi came, put it on your body, killed more than 100 million, proved a heavy blood slaughter, suppressed all evils, punished ghosts and ghosts, and was rigid and yang......"

Between heaven and earth, there was a sound of the Great Dao in the dark, which came into Zhang Xing's ears.

"It's a failure, it's a failure! Twitter...... I didn't expect you to be so obsessed, how many years! In order to meet such a perfect puppet body once, through the barrier, I thought that the king could accept a puppet general, but unfortunately it was too far away, and the body could not come, otherwise it would ......"

In the sky, a huge black cloud turned into a human face, with a face full of regret, and issued sharp and gloomy words.

"It's you!"

Zhang Xing finally understood at this time, everything before was an illusion, and the other party wanted to turn him into a machine that could only kill.

"Don't rejoice too soon, next time! Next time, my own body will come over in person and make you a supreme glorious warrior next to this king!! After saying this, the black cloud finally dissipated, and Zhang Xing fell into deep thought.

"Ontology! Will come back! "If what the other party said is true, just a doppelganger has almost made Zhang Xing lost, then what kind of strength will his body become.

Zhang Xing pondered for a long time, and then calmed down, because his crisis was enough, and the so-called debt is not worrying about it.

It's just to prepare a way to deal with that guy, this thing is obviously recruited by the Eight Floating Slaughter, and he is going to find a time to go back to the Phoenix Butterfly Clan to inquire. (To be continued.) )