"Huh~Huh~" A gust of wind blew, the wind hit the branches, and the snow on it kept falling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The red robe on the body of the info Lianhu was also blown up by the strong wind, and the messy heart in his heart at the moment was like the messy robe in the wind, fluttering in the wind, and he didn't know where to go.

"Haha! Do you remember a certain house!" A long laugh interrupted Mercy Tiger's thoughts, only to see another person in the crowd stand up, and he thrust the long eyebrow stick in his hand into the snow.

Seeing that it was an acquaintance again, Lianhu laughed again, and then spoke: "Outside Yangzhou City, I chased and killed the evil lady of the Valley of the Wicked for three days and three nights, and at that time you borrowed a glass of wine to quench my thirst, the grace of a glass of wine! How dare you forget! Lin Zhennan!"

When the big man heard this, he replied with a surprised face: "Grandma's bear! You still remember this! I thought you would remember when I spit in your face!"

As soon as the big man finished speaking, the Shuzhong fast sword on the side immediately replied loudly: "Lin Zhen'an! You still dare to say this! If it wasn't for someone else pulling it at the beginning! I will definitely leave a few sword marks on your long eyebrow stick to make you spit on!"

"Haha, isn't it young and ignorant...."The big man replied, then smiled and touched his head before retreating into the crowd.

As the two finished speaking, a woman in the crowd "giggled" twice and said, "The big hero has such a good memory, do you remember me?"

"Hahaha, that day, everyone outside the small courtyard was persecuting Xia Jian, and everyone was forcing Xia Jian...... But there was a little girl who didn't, she broke free from her parents' arms and said loudly, 'My mother said that you are the biggest hero in the world, so you can't make mistakes, so there must be a reason why you kill others.' It's good if you tell the reason, I usually make mistakes as long as I say the reason, and then my mother will forgive me. 'Although you have grown up, it is precisely because someone believes in the sword that he dares to keep going!" In a few hearty laughs, Pian Hu was really happy, because these people are still alive, they are still alive.....

Looking at the happy appearance of the tiger, everyone felt that there might be a chance. The little girl who grew up was also very happy, she laughed happily, and then shouted loudly at the poor tiger in the wind: "Big hero, you see that you still remember the sword, so you can go back to Qingcheng Mountain with the cloud fairy." ”

It's just that when the woman finished saying this, the howling wind stopped, and the heavy snow also stopped, and only one sentence was heard in everyone's ears: "Do you all want to stop me?"

This question is so bitter, so bitter, the person who asks is bitter, and the person who listens is also so bitter.

When Lianhu spoke, his body was going backwards, maybe his body was really ready to turn back, but the road was in the heart, not under the feet, if the heart didn't want to leave, it was useless to go anywhere.

With a few steps back, the tiger stopped. As the tiger stopped, the wind blew again, and the snow began to fall again.

At this time, the great monk Wuming laughed and recited the Buddha's name and said: "The Buddha said, I don't go to hell, who will go to hell! Xia Jian, the world owes you, and the monk Wuming came to pay it back for them! Hahaha! Hahahaha!" In the laughter, the monk Wuming slapped his palm on his heavenly spirit cover.

"Hahaha! Brother! You and I will still be brothers in the next life! This is what I owe you! If I had told you in advance, if I had found someone to save you! You would only be a hero in the world now, not a demon in the world!" With the same laughter and the same palm, the purple evil also committed suicide.

"Seniors! The ancestors of the past, Chen Yun, can accompany their predecessors to fight for the world and the nation! That is the glory of the ancestors! I grew up listening to your stories, and I have had a heroic dream in my heart since I was a child! Maybe I will never be a hero in this life! But I want my hero to always live, I want my hero to live forever!" When the words fell, Zhuang Yun also committed suicide in front of the sword with one palm.

"Hahaha! Shuzhong Kuaijian is gone! He will go to hell to wait for you, if you are a chivalrous sword, he is a chivalrous man! If you want to become a demon, he will be a chivalrous hell with you!"

"In the past, a glass of wine outside Yangzhou City, that was the most precious glass of wine in Lin Zhennan's life, knowing you, Lin Zhennan was happy in this life, happy!"

The long tassel fell on the snow, and the blood slowly dripped with the broken spear, and finally the aftermath reached the ears of the merciful tiger: "The prince has suffered for the country and the people all his life...... The prince has never failed the world, but he is the prince of the world! The Tang Dynasty is gone, and Yasukuni's heart has long since died! Living in this world, but Yasukuni believes that the prince is still alive! Because heroes will not die!"

"My mother said that heroes don't die..... You are the hero in my heart, so the sword will last forever!, he will not die!" In the roar, the little girl who had always believed in heroes in the past still believes in it today.

"Liu Yuan's family is all saved by the chivalrous sword!How could the chivalrous sword in Liu Yuan's heart die!" A long roar was another life-breaking soul.

"Feng Ling...."

"Xu Zi..."

"Lin Baiyue...."

"Li Zixing ....."

......... One by one, they fell into the snow. All of them are different, but they are dying for the same thing at the moment, they die the same way, they are all smiling.

In the white snow, there is only white as far as the eye can see. The only faint difference in the snowy sky was the girl in green, she smiled softly and said: "Brother Mingfeng, Xiaoyun'er of Qingcheng Mountain can't go back, when I saw you from Chang'an, when I inquired about you from the bottom of Qingcheng Mountain, I started from hearing your story in Qingcheng Mountain........ Xiao Yun'er can't go back. Brother Mingfeng, Xiao Yun'er doesn't want you to live so hard, and Sister Mu'er doesn't want you to live so hard, this road is so tired, take Xiao Yun'er home......" As the man in the snow finished speaking, the smiling face had become a tearful person.

"Click~~click~~" In the snow, as drops of blood fell, the faint trace of green also disappeared.

"No!" with a roar, the tiger caught the girl in green who was about to fall in the snow.... She smiled so beautifully, so beautifully, as if all the time was fixed on her smile...... It's just that she smiles so beautifully, why is there no voice.

"Silly girl, you're all gone..... Isn't Brother Narukaze more bitter and painful.... The world can't save it, and I can't save you, why, why!" The cry, the roar pierced the sky at once. It seems that this voice is too painful, too bitter, and even God doesn't dare to listen to it, and he doesn't dare to stop it.

"Aunt Yun!" Seeing this, the little bell on the back of the merciful tiger burst into tears.

In the wind and snow, a man carried a girl on his back, and the corpses beside him were all people he knew, all his friends, and he was holding a woman in green....... Today's snow, so cold, so cold.......