The cold around Frost Grief was terrifying, but Xue Huan's heart was hot.

Maybe it was because the Frost Eye gave him the ability to resist the cold, or maybe it was because all he had in his eyes was the magic sword not far away, which was suspended in mid-air like that, emitting a seductive blue light.

Fate seems to be whispering in my ears...

After taking a deep breath of the dirty and cold air, Xue Huan began to try to take the first step, and the snow on the soles of his feet was "gurgling" and making a harsh sound when he stepped on it.

He walked towards the sword platform in the center as if enchanted, and with each step, the cold that enveloped him increased by a hundred times more from the frost sorrow.

But Xue Huan didn't care about these anymore, and at this time, he only had the seductive magic sword in his empty eyes.

It's close...

It's closer...

Just when he was less than three meters away from Frost Sorrow, a strange cold wind struck, perhaps because he felt the murderous atmosphere around him, Xue Huan's eyes stared, and the demonic gaze had been subconsciously held in his hand.

But the moment he turned his head, the scene in front of him suddenly startled him...

I saw a guy with a thin body and a black cloak wrapped all over his body, looking at him with his cold eyes, Xue Huan couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, but this familiar dress was not him, who was it?

"Who are you?!"

Xue Huan only felt a chill down his spine.

A guy who looks exactly like himself? What are you kidding?

"Who am I?"

The guy let out a voice that seemed to mock, "I think you know that very well, don't you?"

Yes, he knew very well that all this appeared so abruptly, but it seemed reasonable.

"I'm you, and you're me, well, put your weapon down, you won't be naïve enough to think you can kill me with that broken staff, will you? And I have no intention of going against you, that's stupid, because we're all human, aren't we?"

The other "Xue Huan" let out a rude laugh, this voice was not so pleasant to Xue Huan himself, but he still gave up the Arrow of Chaos that was condensing, he wanted to hear what this "other self" could say.

"Very well, it seems that you and I are on the same page on this point, so... Let's talk. ”

The scene in front of him seemed to be a little strange, two identical people standing on opposite sides and staring at each other, and the frost sorrow that exuded an evil aura was suspended between the two of them.

"I can feel the fear in your heart, it's normal. But aren't you curious about where I'm from and why I'm here?"

The black-clothed Xue Huan leaned lazily against the ice wall, his eyes revealing a "confidence" that Xue Huan had never seen before.

Without waiting for Xue Huan to answer, he slowly stretched out a finger and pointed at his heart, "I come from your heart, and I am the most real you." ”

The real him?

Xue Huan was obviously stunned for a moment, that wanton, unruly, and empty-eyed look, was it really him?

He's a little confused...

"Don't doubt it, that's what you really are. ”

The black-clothed Xue Huan let out a mocking voice, "I've accompanied you all the way, Knorr Farm, the Sierra de Novo, Lordaeron... Every time you endure pain, I remember it vividly, and it is these tragic past experiences of yours that make me grow stronger!"

With a puff of black smoke, the figure of the black-clothed Xue Huan suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already come to Xue Huan, he lifted his cloak, revealing a completely festering face, looking at Xue Huan with a condescending attitude, his eyes were full of indifference and mockery.

"Tsk, that's pitiful, but disgusting, look at this face, look at what you've been through all this time, is this what you want? Tell me!!"

The black-clothed Xue Huan's voice suddenly became sharp and poignant, and he grabbed Xue Huan's shoulders with both hands and shook it vigorously.

He seemed to be complaining.

Xue Huan tilted his head to the side, and the slightly questioning eyes of the black-clothed Xue Huan made it impossible for him to make eye contact with him, and the words he said made it impossible for him to refute. He had to admit that he couldn't face this bloody fact: every step he took and every choice he made pushed him into a bottomless abyss.

Now, he remembered Kel'thugad's counsel.

That guy was right, in this world full of killing, power and strife, he vainly tried to be an ordinary person who entrusted his fate to others, and this naïve idea put him to death again and again, and even hurt the people around him.

Since he first arrived on this continent, he has never once taken his fate into his own hands, not once...

Xue Huan gasped heavily, his eyes were full of dazedness and helplessness, and the words of the black-clothed Xue Huan were like the most terrifying blade in the world, piercing his heart, tearing out his hidden soul in the deepest part, and exposing it to himself for the first time.

He had never felt so vulnerable, and every word, word, and even every action of the other party seemed to torture his heart and make him suffer a lot.

"Admit it, it's not you!"

The black-clothed Xue Huan's tone slowed down, but the sneer still remained at the corner of his mouth, "I am you, and no one in this world can understand you better than me." The shackles in your heart have not been removed, and a terrifying force hidden within you is waiting for your release!!"

"Don't you want this sword?"

The black-clothed Xue Huan pointed to the frost sorrow that exuded a ghostly glow, "Let me tell you about the inscription on this rune sword." ”

When the screaming blade cuts through the flesh...

Your soul will perish with it...

Instead...

But it will be an eternal power...

With eternal loneliness...

The black-clothed Xue Huan softly chanted the inscription on the spine of the Frost Sorrow Sword, and then, he turned his head and pointed his sharp eyes at Xue Huan, "If you want to gain this power, those so-called, childish and ridiculous 'kindness', almost cowardly 'kindness', must be eliminated, only in this way can you overcome your heart and gain the approval of this sword!"

Xue Huan was silent.

He looked up at the frost sorrow that was shrouded in the cold aura, and the claw skull on the sword grid shimmered with a ghostly light, as if in response to his appeal.

Oh, yes...

He's right, and isn't this exactly what he thinks in his heart?

He has been running away from the truest thoughts of his heart, which he has always thought are evil, wrong, contrary to the righteousness and goodness that he had pursued in his previous life, and what did these ridiculous things bring him?

Endless damage, endless pain!!

Xue Huan ripped off his cloak, revealing the rotting face he had been trying to hide, burned by the Holy Light.

It was only now that he dared to admit that he had never forgotten the guys who had plunged him into pain, the incessant, frenzied cursing!!

"Hahaha!!! That's it!!"

The black-clothed Xue Huan suddenly burst out into a burst of crazy laughter, and then, he lowered his head, his eyes were full of cold and terrifying murderous aura, which made people shudder, "We have the power that ordinary people can't reach, the heart of the devil, the evil energy spell, these are the sources of our strength, and now, this magic sword will make our strength even stronger, what are you hesitating about? Go, let those who have laughed at you and bullied you see our true strength, and let this continent surrender to our feet!!"

After speaking, the black-clothed Xue Huanyin smiled, turned into a puff of black smoke, and sank into Xue Huan's body.

"Ah!!h

Xue Huan knelt on the ground in pain and let out a terrible scream, which resounded throughout the ice cave. At the same time, the surface of the ice cube sealed with Frost Sorrow suddenly cracked, and the cracks zigzagged in all directions, forming a spider's web-like crack.

Bang!!

The ice exploded, and shards as sharp as swords flew everywhere, crashing against the hard walls of the ice cave.

A burst of cold light flashed, and with the flying frost fragments, the frost sorrow that broke through the ice crossed a cold arc in mid-air, and then went straight in front of Xue Huan.

In the past, he naively entrusted his fate to others, but now, he no longer trusts anyone, let alone grovels and begs for a place to stay.

Xue Huan raised his head violently, only to see that his originally short black hair had turned into a head full of white silk, and his sunken eyes and pale face made him look nearly ten years old. There was no longer cowardice and hesitation in his eyes, but instead there was a touch of coldness and indifference.

"Since the world can't accommodate me, then I will—" Xue Huan half-knelt on the ground, the pain fading, and he let out a murmur that seemed to be talking to himself.

He staggered to his feet, slowly stretched out his hand, and pulled out the frost sorrow beside him, and there was no trace of life in his empty eyes.

"Forge a world that surrenders at my feet!!"

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Finally, I would like to remind all readers that since the beginning of this chapter, the protagonist's heart will change, and the plot will gradually move closer to the bloody darkness, and there will be a lot of uncomfortable plots coming one after another, I hope you must read carefully, read carefully!!

By the way, thanks to "Ash of Star City" and "Duke" for their commuter passes!

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