Hu Tian in August, plugged in the cold. The moon is like Wu Gou, and the snow is like silver. A convoy slowly approached from the night. The leading man rode a white horse, with sword eyebrows and awe-inspiring eyes. Although he wears a Confucian shirt, he doesn't look like a businessman, but he looks like a swordsman. Behind him was a dark blue carriage, followed closely by twelve guards on the left and right, tasseled brocade tents, brass bells, and extraordinary.

In the snowy night, scattered snowflakes fall in dots. The black clouds are pressing the city, the wind and rain are coming, Yancheng is standing there, and there is a sound of trampling horses' hooves under the hidden black clouds, which is intermittent and unreal.

"Whoa, whoa—whoa—" Suddenly a wolf howl rang through the sky!

The wind is surging, and the horses are frightened! Neigh!

A group of horse thieves suddenly appeared, as if they had come out of the snow, and surrounded the entire convoy. A big bearded man with a big knife on his shoulder, with a sharp ruthlessness and indifference, led his horse to the front of the people. Two vicious wolves followed him, their eyes were scarlet, staring at the horses on the opposite side and grinning, snorting white gas, ready to kill at any time!

"Who is coming, who dares to block my master's way!" The leading man grabbed the reins in his hand and controlled the frightened horse beneath him. The body is as majestic as a mountain, and its voice is loud in the vast snow, which shows its deep internal strength.

When the big man heard this, his eyes were contemptuous. On this road, under his sword, whether you are a chivalrous man or a dignitary, you can only become a ghost under his knife!

"Lao Tzu Qiu Cai, eliminate disasters for others, and those who know each other hurry up and hand them over!" The voice is low and hoarse, but it makes people hear the pain in the eardrums and the liver and gallbladder.

The horse under the leading man snorted, as if he was very disdainful of Qiu Cai's words. The man looked at Qiu Cai and a group of horse thieves with defensive eyes, and the master was right, the road back was destined to be bloody.

"We're afraid we don't have the people you want." The man's left hand quietly held the saber.

The accompanying guards behind him, although they did not move, their entire aura suddenly became treacherous and murderous.

It's a dead man!

Seeing this, Qiu Cai couldn't help but bite his cheeks, and his heart couldn't help but be a little nervous. These dead soldiers are well-trained, and once the war begins, they have only one purpose - to kill them all!

It is not suitable to fall in love, but to fight quickly.

Qiu Cai raised his eyebrows, and shouted crudely behind him: "For the sake of the bounty, don't pestle, give it to Lao Tzu!" Concentrate on taking down the wagon! ”

Swish! The man in the lead drew his long sword, and the blade of the sword was blue and glowing, and it looked like it was made of fine iron.

"Death to those who dare to move the carriage!"

Thousands of miles away, before the snow fell in Kyoto, a heavy rain suddenly came, and the weather instantly became cold. In the Wuya Annex, Huo Yining was lying on the bed, the room was burning with silver dust charcoal, the fragrance was bursting, and the warmth was melting, but just like this, she still couldn't sleep.

Inexplicably, my heart is anxious, and my irritability makes people sleepless.

Huo Yining turned around, opened his eyes and looked at the dark room, he couldn't help but panic, and always felt that there was a dangerous aura lurking in the heavy darkness.

Outside, wind and rain, lightning and thunder, a black shadow flashed through the window!

Huo Yining sat up from the bed vigilantly, and just wanted to get out of bed to find out, but found that he couldn't move all of a sudden, and his whole person instantly stiffened.

A bolt of lightning struck the sky, brightly illuminating the entire room, and through the bed curtain, Huo Yining clearly saw that there was a person standing at the door of her bedroom!

"Who!"

As soon as the words fell, everything fell into layers of darkness again. But Huo Yining was keenly aware that that person had not left and was approaching her.

The man came to the bed, his figure vague, but vaguely recognizable, it was a man.

So soon they had a new way to deal with her?

The man raised a hand, passed through the bed curtain, touched Huo Yining's forehead, and then slowly slid down the bridge of his nose, with a hint of cold temperature falling to his lips is a faint medicinal fragrance.

"Looks like he's recovering well." The clear and cold voice is like a lonely moon in a cold winter and snowy night.

Huo Yining's heart hung and hung.

"It's you." The person who sent himself back to the annex that night in Jade Mountain.

The man's fingers moved slightly, and the curtain of the bed lifted up the clouds, revealing a colorful mask. The dark eyes, the red lips that are raised wildly, the appearance of smiling but not laughing, and crying but not crying, makes people feel inexplicably frightened.

"The princess, I haven't seen you for many days, and I'm very worried."