Xueyang asked me if I had ever been together, and instead of answering her immediately, I remembered the past many years ago.

At the end of the long street, Xue Yang appeared in a green coat and stopped the Yin soldiers for me.

"Who are you?"

Since then, these three words of Jiang Xueyang have been engraved in my heart and will never be forgotten.

The dragon and tiger walked into a perfect sound, and there was still Jiang Xueyang in the south.

Xueyang Taoism is profound, and I was thirsty for knowledge when I first set foot in Taoism.

I respect her, love her, and am grateful to her.

Demon Dao disciples are affectionate and righteous, and Xueyang is more affectionate and righteous.

From then on, I secretly swore that I would not let my master be wronged, and that I would revive the Demon Dao and tell the world that her choice was not wrong.

Several battles of life and death, the severity of which still makes my heart ache faintly.

The rebellion of Yin Mountain, the day of killing the teacher, Xueyang's death, and the three realms mourn together.

At that time, I was meditating and healing, and I didn't even hear her last words.

When Xue Yang was about to die, he still cared about me, the Demon Dao.

Without her, there would be no prosperity in the ruins, and there would be no tens of millions of troops in the Demon Dao.

As everyone knows, how can the army be broken without greedy wolves?

Monasticism can be sleepless, and there is hardly a moment of leisure in the snowy sun, from early morning to night.

As a Demon Dao Patriarch, I still can't remember the names of many generals, but everyone's name Xue Yang has been memorized, so much so that when she carved the Heroic Spirit Monument, she didn't need to ask anyone, and even wrote their lives clearly.

Xue Yang in the entrance revealed her true feelings and restored her daughter's true colors, and once she came out of the entrance, she immediately put on the mask of a greedy wolf.

Xue Yang has always said that she doesn't want much, but in fact, this is not her intention, but because she knows that I can not give much.

I could empty my heart for another pujia, but I couldn't accommodate her.

"Xue Yang, cut my hair."

From the moment she knew that I was going to say goodbye to her, Xue Yang's expression had always been calm.

There was trepidation on his face, and there was even a hint of supplication in his eyes when he looked at me.

"I don't ask you to come back to the world to see me, I just ask you to be a disciple of the Demon Dao with me no matter where you are, okay?"

But I am resolute, if I want to fight the Heavenly Dao wholeheartedly, I can no longer have the slightest concern for the world.

I didn't dare look at her sad face and sat in a chair with my back to her.

The silent night is silent, and the green silk is like snow. I heard the sound of falling snow......

I stood up and turned to look at Xue Yang again, the tears on her face had already dried, and there was no sadness in her face.

My hair was thinly coiled up by the snow and placed on the table, almost obscuring the entire tabletop. I knew that after I was gone, these would be the last thoughts she would have.

I hugged her so tightly that I wanted to rub her into my body. Xue Yang also responded warmly, as if he was getting old with a kiss.

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