"Zichun."

Luo Zichun heard someone change his name in the distance.

He thought it was a hallucination.

Once there was only one person in this world who would call him with such a gentle voice, but now it was he who pushed this person into the cliff with his own hands.

He didn't look back.

He didn't want to turn back, and he didn't dare to look back.

For Luo Ziyang, his feelings are very complicated, he hates him as much as he hates everyone in this world, and even hates him the most.

Hate his cleverness, hate his ability, hate his feelings.

But at the same time, he couldn't refuse the warmth and care that this person gave him, and sometimes he even missed it.

"Zichun."

This voice sounded for the second time, and Luo Zichun turned his head stiffly.

He turned and saw his eldest brother standing against the door.

The martial arts alliance leader who used to turn his hands into clouds and rain on the rivers and lakes is now so weak that he needs to rely on external forces to be able to stand firm.

Luo Zichun was not sad, he even wanted to laugh out loud.

If possible, he also wanted his biological father to see it, and let those elders see that their most spoiled and valued genius was now a waste!

He is the one who is truly invincible!

But I don't know why, when he found that there was no anger in Luo Ziyang's eyes, only the same tenderness as always, his blood-boiling heart was suddenly frozen.

At the same time, the pain began to spread.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands had dug his heart out of his chest and thrown it on the snow of the Falling Moon Peak.

The wind was howling and it was snowing heavily.

Luo Ziyang's voice was so low that only the sound of air remained.

"I don't want to do anything to you, you don't have to be afraid, and I can't do anything to this day."

"I'm just trying to take one last look at you."

He said it was the last look, and it was the last look.

The weak body fell straight backwards, and just like that, it fell silently in the noisy background, as light as a snowflake, merging into the silver white.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished from time, as if it had never existed.

At that moment, Luo Zichun's mind went blank.

After a long time.

The snow wind made his body tremble slightly, and he subconsciously raised his hands and hugged his arms, and a man's hearty whisper sounded in his head.

"Call Big Brother."

It was only then that he seemed to realize what this man meant to him.

But it was too late.

The flames of war almost melted the snow on Moonfall Peak.

The sound of swords clashing in the wind and snow was everywhere.

Chixiao's evil skills had already been taught in Fengyang Mountain before, but they didn't know that he was still dancing with a good sword.

That sword is very evil.

Just looking at him felt chilling, every time he waved and touched, he seemed to hear the sound of thousands of troops and horses whistling by, it was so majestic that it didn't look like the treasure that a big devil should have, but more like a mighty general who jumped out of nowhere.

Qin Jiu was the closest to him, so he saw everything the most profoundly.

He was dressed in red, and every movement was deeply imprinted in his mind.

But the more profound he was, the more he couldn't stop the movements of his hands.

The memory of that day had been fully awakened, and he remembered it very clearly, although not in the same way, but that person was indeed him......

You can't go wrong.

It's him!

It was he who killed his parents and asked him to call him his father-in-law!

Confess a thief as a father?

How ironic is that?

He shouted in his heart, and all his strength gathered in his right hand, and the chopsticks that he regarded as a joke but always regarded as a treasure flew out of his palm, and flew towards the crimson figure with the power of the wind and snow.