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After the first class of "English Poetry", I combined the three and two of the war and darkness to discuss other things.

"Dr. Huls," Blake walked into the lab, "do you have any information about the Snow Spirit Clan here?" ”

Pat stopped what he was doing, "Yes, yes, but I'll have to find it." Well...... Where do you put it? ”

Blake leaned against the door, watching him go about his business.

"Oh, by the way, I'm looking for something." Pat turned to look at Blake.

"......" Blake slid several black lines down his head.

Finally, I found it.

Blake browsed through the historical things that Xue Meng had recorded, whether true or false, as well as the pictures that Zaichen had forcibly typed in. His eyes fell on the record of a battle more than twenty years ago.

Blue, red, and purple liquids flowed from the snowfield, and the picture was bloody but blurry.

"This is the last battle of the Devil's Snow." Pat explained to him, "Since then, the Snow Spirit Clan has basically become a legend. It is said to be the most tragic battle. ”

Blake didn't say anything. He looked at the photograph of a dark purple blurred figure lying in a pool of blood, and a demon-blue elf next to him.

"This picture is precious," Pat enlarged, enlarged, and filtered the place of the two figures, "In the pool of blood is the leader of the Demon Spirit Clan, and standing is the King of the Snow Spirit Clan. But ah, the final winner of this battle is still the demon spirit. ”

"The leader of the Demon Clan." Blake looked at him, at his crimson, at his black-blue eyes, at his black-blue eyes......

"Father......?" Blake was taken aback, vaguely remembering that when he was very young, his father and mother left temporarily with his older siblings and went to a far, far away place, leaving only himself, in ...... His adoptive father, Wesker, was there.

It was a lonely year, but it was pleasant. Wesker is very kind, dotes on Blake, and treats him as his own son. Carlos and Evan taught him some basic and simple combat skills. In his spare time, Wesker would take him to visit the Y star, and Phoenix liked that naughty little baby.

So why did they all change later?

Blake shook his head. He vaguely remembers that a year later, when his parents and older siblings returned, his father had a serious illness, and his health has not recovered since.

Did it turn out to go to this war......?

If he hadn't fought the king of the Snow Spirit, maybe he wouldn't have been injured, he wouldn't have been sick, he wouldn't have been unable to recover, and his family might have been able to defeat the Black Spirit under his father's protection, and maybe Black wouldn't be an orphan by now.

Thinking of this, Blake is really tired of the so-called king in the photo.

"If Xue Meng's identity as the young master of the Snow Spirit Clan is established, then this king will have a special relationship with her." Pat interrupted his thoughts.

"Her father." "yes, yes."

In this way, they have already accumulated a deep blood feud between them.

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"An Liang, what are you doing in the watchtower?" Xue Meng saw him lying on the windowsill and walked over to lie next to him.

"Ah, it's my turn to stand guard today." An Liang smiled, "It's cool here, and the scenery is good." ”

"Haha." Xue Meng's eyes flickered, reflecting the distant starry sky.

"Okay, it's easy to catch a cold here." An Liang put his arm around her shoulders, "Go back, go back." ”

"Well, goodbye." "Well, be careful."

Xue sprouted out of the watchtower, vaguely saw a shadow, sitting alone on the stargazing platform.

The evening breeze blew away the long black hair, stirring up a hint of sadness.

"Big Sister ......"

Then the elf turned to look at him with a skeptical expression.

"Ahh I'm sorry. Xue Meng walked over and sat next to him, her legs hanging down like him.

Blake moved to the side and rolled his inky blue eyes, "You know, your father, how he died?" ”

Xue Meng shook her legs, "Well, I died in a war twenty-one years ago. ”

Blake was stunned, "...... How was it sacrificed? ”

"Killed by an elf named Brian Boye." She replied with a seemingly relaxed attitude.

"Brian......?" "He had a wife named Bryth Birming."

Blake's expression became more and more complicated, "Anything else?" ”

"Also, he's your father." Xue Meng said without any waves, and did not look back at him.

"But......" "They almost perished together until an elf named Brian Burke unleashed a skill called Evil Strike from behind my father."

Blake couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of the hatred that had been inexplicably born before.

"Call you brother." Xue Meng looked back at him, "I want to forget the so-called revenge of killing my father." ”

"You ......" "My father died twenty-one years ago. It means that my essence has existed for at least twenty-one years. Why was it only hatched a few months ago? Because of the war? Xue Meng's voice trembled, "You're only 23 years old, right...... I'm supposed to be about the same age as you. ”

Blake was even more surprised.

"Bourne." She lowered her eyelids to hide the tears that glistened under her eyelashes, "Although there is no blood relationship between us, and there is still a blood feud, I still regard you as my only relative." I hope you won't be biased against me. ”

It turned out that he went to check on Xue Ling's things, and she ...... You know it.