Time is like a white horse, fleeting.

The coldest season of the year has come to this land again.

The cold wind was blowing, and the snow like goose feathers surrounded the entire night fort.

The former training ground has become a fireground for forging weapons, and in the wooden sheds that have been built one after another, there are extremely high temperature refining furnaces.

The sound of blacksmiths pounding steel comes and goes, with the occasional "sizzle" sound of red-hot steel immersed in cold water.

In addition to the wind and snow, there was also a constant flow of steam in the fire ground......

A sizable harbor has been built in a secluded bay, where the sound of hammering is endless, and a huge ship is beginning to see its model......

All of this is a pre-war preparation for the coming war.

……

Ice and snow.

The three walking black dots stand out in the eye.

Up close, they were three black-robed horseback riders, their bodies already covered with snow, falling sporadically as the horses slowly jolted.

The horses snorted and exhaled round after round of hot air, and looked listless with their hooves mechanically.

After climbing a slope, standing on the top of the slope, they saw the final destination of the journey, the Night Fort.

……

Nightcastle Study.

"Knock knock!"

A quick knock on the door disturbed, who was reading a book.

"Please come in!"

closed the book and spoke.

The door twisted open, and a bloodbreed walked in, with a serious expression: "Lord......"

……

The night fort in winter is as always.

There is no change from what I remembered.

It's just that the blackened and dead pine tree in the center of the lawn is still standing in place, very eye-catching in a white snow, and it evokes the relevant memories in my mind, and I only feel that everything has not changed, but things are wrong......

The snow was trampled by the hurried footsteps, making a "creaking" sound.

Hearing the report of the blood descendant, Heyman immediately walked out of the study, and at the gate of the city, the three familiar figures immediately met his eyes, and the excitement was undisguised on his face, and he unconsciously accelerated the pace of his feet.

"Long time no see! My old friend! ”

walked towards the three figures.

"Long time no see,!"

The three figures took off their hats one after another, revealing their true faces, it was Lenson and Yuke who came back from the UK, and the other was Jue who "faked his death".

Just as Lenson and Yuke stepped on the ship back to the New World, they ran into the boss who had witnessed the annihilation in the next second.

At one point, he suspected that they had seen a ghost, but he didn't believe it until Jue explained all the truth to them.

In this way, the three Bloods embarked on the return journey to the Night Castle.

The news of the former leader Jue's return to the Night Castle spread throughout the Demon Party, and the collusion between Loris and the Xitai clan was also made public.

With the support of many old ministries, Jue returned to the position of the leader of the Demon Party, and the shame of the former traitor was also removed.

The spies in the Night Castle were eradicated, the traitors were duly punished, and the Demon Party returned to normal operation.

Although everything is back to normal, the conspiracy of the Xitai clan still has a huge impact on the Night Castle and even the Demon Party.

Nearly half of the members of the former group of Night Castle are gone.

Loris colluded with the Xitai tribe to persecute Jue, she is a traitor, and it is not a pity to die.

Rose is a spy lurking in the Night Keep, whose fate is unknown. However, it is clear that it can no longer pose a threat.

Gray Eye, found the clansman, this is also the most gratifying one for Jue, his promise to Gray Eye has been fulfilled, and there are no more regrets.

Han Qingluo, she is a human being, and she is destined to be not in the same world as the blood clan in the Night Castle, since she has gotten rid of the identity of the alliance bargaining chip, let her live a stable life!

Kim, who had been repatriated to Tsmisi three years earlier, was no longer a member of the group. It's just that his shadow can be found everywhere in this Night Castle, how can you ignore his contribution to the Night Castle?

Hunter and Yufer are heroes who died for them, friends they will never forget.

A brief tidying up of the Night Fort.

Jue summoned the blood clans up and down the Night Castle to hold a solemn funeral for the deceased Khan and Yufu.

In the oak grove not far from the Night Fort.

Two stone tablets with their names inscribed on them stood on the open snow.

All the Bloods are dressed in black, and the bright red holly has become the flower they mourn for Yuph and Hunter, it is not afraid of the cold, and it will not die easily in the harsh environmental conditions of winter, so its flower language is "tenacious life".

Just like Hunter and Yufer, they bravely sacrificed their lives without fear of death, and the tenacious spirit is something that every person in the Demon Party needs to inherit.

In addition to black, there is also a touch of red in the snowy forest, which brings a glimmer of hope to this heavy atmosphere.

"It was a day to remember, as we gathered at the tombstones of the two heroes to reflect on their lives......"

Yuke, dressed in black, preached the eulogy with a heavy expression......

After reading a eulogy with emotion, the suppressed emotions in his heart instantly exploded, and Yuke covered his face and walked to Yuf's tombstone, digging a pit for the recorder belonging to his brother in his hand and burying it in it.

"Brother, I must remember your words, no longer frizzy, let this recorder accompany you!"

He carefully covered the recorder with the snowflake-mixed dirt, placed the holly in his hand on it, and whispered, "Goodbye!" ”

He stood up and bowed deeply, turned to leave the monument.

Rensen on the side also aroused the sadness in his heart because of Yuke's emotions, and tightly squeezed the abacus in his hand, which was still a Christmas gift prepared for him by Han Qingluo, but now it has become a relic to commemorate him.

He walked up to the monument of Khante, knelt down, and did the same as Yuke, digging a pit with his hands, placing the abacus in it, and lightly covering it with the soft, cold earth.

He put the holly in his hand and said, "Goodbye." ”

Branches of bright red holly gradually dispelled the gloom and desolation in front of the two tombstones, and the names of Hunter and Yufu will also become the names that cannot be forgotten this winter.

The mourners gradually dispersed, leaving only Jue to be the last person to lay flowers.

Looking at the two tombstones symbolizing death, Jue lowered his eyes, hid the sadness in his eyes, and walked slowly towards them.

The crimson holly had completely enveloped them, and they were no longer alone in the snowy shadows.

Jue stood in front of him, bent down and solemnly put the two holly in his hand, then straightened up and looked at the names that belonged to them on the tombstone.

"Hunter, Yufer." His tone was slow and heavy, "I will always remember your names." ”

Then there is the silent gaze.

After a long time, Jue turned around and left......

The snow is still falling, and it doesn't stop.

Gradually, the bright red is buried, the tombstones are buried, and the unforgettable past is buried......

——

Winters in the UK are not too cold, and even somewhat warm.

The winter sun of Hexi gently warms this piece of land, dispelling the gloomy meaning of winter on the large withered yellow lawn.

Vast expanses of evergreens still surround the Bevo estate, a nearby river still flows, and wisps of mist can be seen rising from the riverbank's banks in the early morning.

The sunlight poured on the grass, warming the soil and dispelling the chill on Han Qingluo's body.

She has short blond hair, a burgundy blouse with a high neck and tight sleeves, and a pair of high boots wrapped around her black leggings, like a high-spirited aristocratic teenager.

After enjoying the warmth for a moment, she walked to the side of the woods.

On a bench next to a large tree was Garlo and Lillian, who had come to bid her farewell.

"Are you really going to go out and about?"

Garlo was still worried, but the longing for freedom in her eyes forced him to let her go.

"These days, with your care, I can't live on you for the rest of my life, he's gone, and it's time for me to find my own destiny!"

She smiled, her eyes were firm, and she looked light.

There were many times when Galo wanted to tell her the truth, but he couldn't help it, he promised Jue to keep it secret, and he promised him to take good care of her, but now it seems that he can only choose one.

She insisted on leaving, which Galo could not stop, and it was better to let her fly freely than to let her be trapped like a canary in this cage-like manor.

She is human, unlike the Bloodline, she has her own world, and she will have to leave.

"Then take care all the way!"

Galo didn't want to say anything more, but blessed her.

"Thank you!"

Han Qingluo stretched out his arms and hugged Galo.

Turning to Lillian, who didn't say a word, she knew that this little girl was reluctant to herself, but she was not good at expressing herself.

She gently hugged Lillian into her arms and stroked her hair: "You are good with Galo, he will protect you!" ”

Lillian tightened her arm around her waist and nodded softly, "I'll miss you, sister!" ”

After a short goodbye.

Han Qingluo untied the horse tied to the tree, turned over and sat down on the horse, turned his face to look at the two of them: "Don't leave it at that!" ”

Turning her head, the word "farewell" dissipated in the soft winter breeze as she rode away......

She wants to say goodbye to her past self, to say goodbye to everything in the past, she is no longer attached to anyone, she wants to become her independent self.

She should have been independent a long time ago, and she should have learned to face all difficulties and dangers alone.

In the past, there was always the most solid and powerful force to protect her, but now that power no longer exists, she no longer wants to accept any shelter like a greenhouse flower.

She should always learn to grow, she wants to rely on her own ability to break out of her own world in this different world, she wants to prove herself, without the help of others, she can too.

After experiencing so many life and death partings, so many cruel realities, and so many chaos, her heart has long been indestructible.

A comfortable life is not what she wants, since she is born again, then let's live a better life for herself!

Facing the warm sun, it seems that hope is right in front of you.

Han Qingluo's heart began to surge, as if a wonderful future was already beckoning to her.

Hello!

A new me, a new future!

I'm coming!