Between heaven and earth is a condensed suffocation, so quiet that you can clearly hear the sharp cold wind whistling between the mountains and forests, sending out a beast-like beastly roar with animal desire and extreme cold, as if weaving a net around that has nowhere to hide, and everything is silent thousands of miles away.

A person walked slowly between the mountains and fields step by step, staggering, and could see that his physical strength was close to overdraft, struggling to stabilize his body, but his body stood proudly in the wind of hunting, and his eyes stared firmly and sharply at the snow in front of him, making people seem to feel what kind of straight and unyielding soul was what kind of support for his tired body from his upright posture.

He was dressed in a gorgeous dress like snow, and a deep and hideous wound was opened on his chest by a sharp weapon, and it was soaked in extremely conspicuous scarlet on the top of the white, and the large red was like a red plum covering the sky in the snow, and he was lively in the silent world.

Blood splattered on the snow-white ground drop by drop, and with the deep marks of the long sword he dragged on the ground, it circled and meandered for miles.

“…… Ho ......" He raised his eyebrows to look at the endless white, and the corners of his mouth slowly cracked into a faint smile: "It's really a house leak that happened to rain overnight, but at this time...... Lost ......"

He covered the wound on his chest, and casually put the long sword he was dragging in his hand under him, as if he didn't know what kind of bloody wind this sword had set off, and sat on it unceremoniously, showing a helpless look between his heroic eyebrows, and complained to himself: "I really want to have a drink to relieve my mood, it's terrible, it's really terrible, it's a ...... life" But the tone changed and he refuted this point of view as if he had thought of something: "But well, life or something, It's not your own life to say this kind of thing, you still have to make your own decisions about how good or bad you have! Isn't complaining about life or something, isn't it also complaining that you are terrible? ”

As if persuaded by his own logic, he turned over and stood up again, frowning slightly because he pulled the wound: "It's really ruthless, that old man, the next time we meet, just help him cut off the roots of his hair and cut off his grandchildren." ”

It was a pleasure to think of the scene of that man beating like thunder against his radiant skull and wanting to crush his bones and scatter a thousand knives, and he moved his limbs and his nearly stiff limbs, and picked up the long sword again, but felt a trace of long-lost anger pass through his fingers.

In the snow, there was a slight bulge, but unfortunately the snow covered was too thick to tell what it was, but a small hole appeared in the snow, and from it came an imperceptible white exhale.

He slowly pulled open the small hole, holding back his breath.

Inside lay a small white cat, so white that it could almost become one with the surroundings.

His heart jumped suddenly, and he blurted out: "Muyang Qianxue? After finishing speaking, he reacted, but the qi and blood in his cavity boiled and coiled in his chest, burning his tired body.

"How is that possible? She's probably hiding now, somewhere no one can find her. He smiled lightly as he lowered the sword in his hand and shifted his gaze to the kitten, which was slightly undulating and dying.

It seems to be a small thing that is so ordinary that it will not attract anyone's attention, but in this lonely human world, I am afraid that this is the only living thing within a radius of thousands of miles.

He took the little guy out, it was already frozen, but he felt its small heartbeat, again and again, as if stubbornly telling the world that to live, no matter what happened, to live.

Perhaps this is the only way to maintain their beliefs for lifeless beings.

A kitten who has experienced the Great War of the Three Realms, but is still safe and sound, life is really a fragile but powerful thing.

He felt the soft life in the palm of his hand, and at the same time how awe-inspiring.

Are cats all like this?

So he lifted the little guy up with respect, shook it, and didn't move, well, well, and then put it on the palm of his hand and rub it, rub it, rub it, and still didn't move? And then what to do?

Is it a ferrule?

He held the little guy and looked at its little head that was less than a punch from the baby, blinked his eyes in embarrassment, and finally made up his mind to let go of the little kitten's pink lips with a trembling expression, and when he got closer and closer, he suddenly thought that he must be responsible for this kitten in the future.

Responsible for what? Who knows? Isn't that how the words of the human world are written? Generally, after men and women have intimate behavior, men will look like a manly husband is responsible for the attitude to the end, and say righteously: "I will be responsible for you!" "It's just that the object he's really doing is a cat, but what's the point? He gave it the first time, and all things in the world are created equal, isn't it?

Speaking of which, what is responsible?

Well, just take care of me.

"Meow~~!!"

"Wow!"