In the cold wind and mist, the words of the wolf were wrapped in the cool breeze and covered with frost, freezing the air with a thick sense of loss.

The mist in the middle of the lake lingered in a misty color over his resolute countenance, covering the emotions in his eyes.

Silent blank.

"You don't know what home is?"

Jiang Zhige was incredulous, and asked in surprise with a side face.

"Since I was born, I have been moving from continent to continent, not knowing what my home is or what my country is."

The wolf smiled, and poured a large mouthful of ancient alcohol on his neck.

The wine is in the bowels, and it is as hot as fire.

"Why? I remember the barren said, you belong to the land of heaven and earth, what kind of place is that? Why do you want to be your home when you are born? Jiang Zhige frowned and asked.

"Hahaha! Why? Why! Why ......"

The wolf tilted his neck again, and under a sip of strong wine, his pupils were already red, and there was a deep sense of hatred.

This hatred is the richness that Jiang Zhige can easily see.

It's like a cause that was planted at birth, gradually growing slowly over the years, and now it has long been ingrained.

Hatred deep in the bones.

Jiang Zhige couldn't bear to ask again, but he heard the wolf say in a low voice and slowly and angrily: "The plain of heaven and earth is an endless reckless grassland, with flying eagles, green grass, and flowing water. There are shepherds singing in the wilderness, and there are herds of cattle and sheep like jade beads. In the past, it was also a prosperous city. And all this, because of one person, broke all the tranquility. The origin of heaven and earth, in the first month of the Wuxu year, was destroyed in one fell swoop, and the blood flowed like a river. Today, although the land of heaven and earth has been rebuilt, it is already a plate of scattered sand. Where else is there anything to talk about......"

His gaze persistently and loftyly looked at the top of the Imperial City of Tianjin, ten miles away, his red pupils were full of anger and hatred, and the sheepskin wine bag in his hand had already been pinched and deformed by him, and what was deeply sunken was the blood of his people who flowed on the Heavenly Land Plain a hundred years ago.

"Alone? One man destroyed a continent? Who is he? ”

Jiang Zhige couldn't believe it.

What kind of hatred is it that makes such a killing happen?

"Huh...... Who is he? ”

The sky wolf's gaze retracted from far and near, and slowly fell on Jiang Zhige's body, a color that was different from the previous softness, but a sharp color like a sharp knife.

Seeing that Jiang Zhige's back was cold, he couldn't help but bow his head and shrink to the side.

Xu felt Jiang Zhige's fear, and the wolf's gaze softened a lot, lowered his head and took another sip of wine, chuckled at himself mockingly, and sighed: "Also, all this has nothing to do with you." At most, you can only count him as a puppet queen, so why should I put the old reckoning on an innocent person? ”

"You...... The one who said it...... Could it be...... Ye Shengji? ”

Jiang Zhige raised her head suddenly, her clear eyes were full of surprise!

She couldn't believe that Ye Shengji would have such a bloody killing before!

"Yes. It is your future husband - Ye Shengji. ”

There was a helpless bitter smile on the lips of the wolf, and he looked sideways, staring at Jiang Zhige's eyes, and said clearly word by word.

His voice, as if coming from the ethereal and bottomless hell, surged up to his throat with the hatred of thousands of Heavenly Earth Origin Clansmen, but finally spoke slowly in a bland tone that was extremely restrained.

This is probably the fire under the iceberg that has been accumulated for many years, and if you are not careful, you will break through the shackles of the iceberg and set the prairie on fire.

His words were like a thunderbolt, and they exploded in Jiang Zhige's heart, making her so surprised that she couldn't open her mouth to say a word of comfort.

In the face of such hatred of the family and country, all words are pale.

Only blood hatred is real.

The cold wind blew through the wolf's hair like a knife, and he bowed his head slightly, and slowly leaned his body against the ruins behind him, as if it was his home and his country, an inch of land that he could rely on.

In his eyes, there was a vast desolation, so empty that people could not see his originally hot soul.

Jiang Zhige looked up at him in a daze, unable to tell whether his heart was sympathetic, empathetic grief and indignation, or the same sadness of not being able to return home.

Under the starlight, her shadow slowly stood up, walked around the wolf's back, gently wrapped her hands around the wolf's waist from back to front, gently leaned her cheek against the wolf's back, and said softly: "In this way, do you feel better?" ”

The wolf's emotions that had already fallen into the icy lake were first the surprise of a meteor crossing the sky, and then the warmth of her cheeks transmitted to his cool back, and the electric sensation made him feel as hot and intense as the icy lake was burned by flames in an instant!

Her words, untouching, and not gentle, hit him directly to the heart!

He felt that in that moment, his wounds for many years were slowly healing.

The moonlight sprinkled freely, falling on the two of them, dragging the figures of the two very deep and long, comforting each other in the ice and snow, two lonely souls, in a foreign country, warming each other.

For the first time, Sirius felt that she, or a special woman. At least, to him, a special woman.

His heart, which had been frozen for years, began, gradually, melted.

In his eyes, which originally only had hatred, there was a trace of warmth in his eyes.

Faintly, between his eyebrows, he began to smile shallowly and gently.

He reached out to take hold of her hands around his waist.

But at the moment when she was about to touch her fingertips, she quickly and unintentionally escaped.

The wolf only felt a sinking of her shoulder, and it was her slap that he slapped it hard, and then he heard her pretend to say lightly, "Come! Drink! Don't mention so much sadness! Life is too short to enjoy! ”

The wolf glanced wistfully at his hand that had paused in mid-air to hold her, and saw her face smiling at him with no heart or lungs, and he couldn't get angry with her for a while.

"Makes sense. The wolf did it first as a respect. For us, a friendship that never breaks. ”

The wolf smiled, tilted his neck, and took another big sip of strong wine into his throat!

"Pull it down! Don't forget, I'm still your hostage. I've never seen you treat your friends like this. ”

Jiang Zhige made a mischievous grimace, stuck out her tongue, rolled her eyes rather dissatisfied, and pushed past the wine bag handed forward by Sky Wolf.

"It's not what I want to do to hold my friends hostage. In this case, the wolf punished himself with a cup, which can be regarded as an apology. ”

The smile in the wolf's eyes deepened, and he took the wine bag with a big sip of sincere booze!

"Good amount of alcohol!"

Jiang Zhige clapped her hands in admiration, but there was a hint of imperceptible bad smile on her eyelids.

When he put down the wine bag, Sky Wolf already felt that his face was hot, his eyes began to be misty, and his head was a little heavy.

And in front of her, in the fragrance of wine, somehow, the more she looks, the more pleasing it is.

The more you look at it, the more beautiful it becomes.

Drunk.