A hundred years ago, this place covered in wind and snow was not called Qin Ning.

Qin Ning is on the border of Southern Qin, to the west is the Later Qi of the Demon Clan, and to the east is Southern Qin. The mountains of Qinning are undulating and ravine-crisscrossed, and it snows here all year round. No one or demon wants to come here.

A woman in the gloomy woods quickly shuttled between the trees, she was Qin Ning's only living creature, the only life in the dead silence.

Looking at the sea of clouds again, there is a white-robed young general. He is the demon hunter of the Protoss, the major general of Southern Qin, and the world-famous Yi Qingchen.

He stared at the woman shuttling in the woods, his eyes were more than gentle, as if it was a long passing autumn water, with the tenderness of the veins.

He didn't come to this land in a hurry. This is a taboo for the Protoss, and it has nothing to do with life.

Yi Qingchen said: "This place is the boundary of the demon god Snow Maiden, and it is the boundary monument of Southern Qin and Later Qi. Humans, demons, and gods are not allowed to enter this place at will. ”

A tall and elegant man quietly appeared beside him, the two of them were the same age on the face, but in fact they were two generations.

The man stared at the overwhelming snow, just as the sun was rising, and a burst of brilliance suddenly appeared under his feet, "Qingchen, if you can bring back the daughter of the King of Ten Thousand Demons, the status of the Yi family in the Protoss will not be the same." The humiliation of jumping off the cliff of obsession can also be washed away. ”

Obviously, this is a thing to be happy about, but the demons left behind by the obsessive cliff seem to be still secretly haunting, and as the woman gets faster and faster, he is holding his heart tightly.

Do you really want to do this?

Yi Zhou said: "Qingchen, what are you waiting for?" Don't go yet! ”

His voice was slow and leisurely, like a bell and drum coming from afar, and like a noisy gong and drum that shook his mind. At the same time, it also dispelled the last trace of reluctance in Yi Qingchen's heart.

He jumped down from the clouds, letting the wind take away the love he remembered for the woman and the single-mindedness he should have had.

All the sound is carried away by the wind, and here you can hear the wind whistling in your ears, and you can't hear the gentle ticking of snow falling on the ground.

The woman who had been running for her life stopped, and she heard the sound of Yi Qingchen's steps on the snow, gently but tightly grasping her heart.

Yi Qingchen's gaze at the woman was like a mist after the rain, hiding a faint sadness.

She was laughing with a white breath coming out of her mouth, but her tears were falling at the same time.

Women want to find a little bit of pity from Yi Qingchen's gaze, a little reluctance and even a little love.

It's just that Yi Qingchen's gaze is calm like two stagnant waters, even if the wind blows, it can't bring ripples.

Yi Qingchen slowly raised his sword, and his sword was almost dyed white by the snow here. But this bright red stinged Qin Ning's eyes like blood.

Qin Ning sniffed, "Qingchen, I can die at your hands, I don't regret it." ”

Her tears became the only warmth in the snow, only to fall and become a snowflake in the snow.

Yi Qingchen was silent, his nose was frozen red, and his hand holding the sword was a little stiff. He looked at Qin Ning's face, with the gentleness of the fresh green of the willow pond, the indifference of the orchid of Yilin, and the good-looking appearance of the jade bone ice muscle.

Qin Ning looked between the mountains, she wanted to take another look at the world, and finally she looked at Yi Qingchen. Once her expectations were also her worries, demons and gods are always different.

She slowly closed her eyes, ready to accept death. It's just that the moment she closed her eyes, she still saw reluctance in his eyes.

That's enough for her.

"Yi Qingchen, don't you do it yet? Do you want to bear this humiliation for another hundred years? ”

Yi Zhou's voice came from above the clouds, like the wind sweeping through the bamboo forest, making him let go of the last guilt he felt about Qin Ning.

Yi Qingchen's sword pierced through Qin Ning's abdomen, and he didn't give Qin Ning a chance to say goodbye to him.

Qin Ning fell in the snow, and the blood flowed down the ravine to the corners of the land like a gurgling stream.

There is no more snow falling in the sky, it is the master of this land, the god of the demon clan, the Snow Maiden, to pay tribute to Qin Ning.

It's been two thousand years, and this is the only time that there has been no snow in Qinning, and maybe there will be no snow again in the future.