It was dusk, and everything happened very quickly, almost instantly, and the entire land of Shenzhou went from summer to winter.

The snow was falling slowly like goose feathers in the sky, and the leaves on the ground were still green, and the snow gently pressed on them to make the leaves delicate, but this delicate did not last long before they were completely covered with snow.

The snow fell mercilessly, engulfing everything.

A lot of people died that year.

In the country of Que Yan, the palace where the legend has the blood of the god of fire, the place where the legend of the fire phoenix stayed, King Huang Yang, stood in a white expanse of snow.

The snowflakes swirled in the air slowly, slicing across Huang Yang's cheeks.

The snow couldn't fly to his side, and today the queen gave birth to a child, and the smile on the king's face was still frozen on his face.

The child was born...

However, what was born together was a murderous aura that destroyed the sky, and an endless chill, and then it snowed.

The snowflakes are light, slow, and occasionally whirling mischievously in the air, but they fall on the summer ground, a season that does not belong to them.

A very familiar murderous aura... As if there is no owner, it is not aimed at anyone, but it will kill all living beings.

The last time this murderous aura appeared, that person still had a bright smile on his face.

That person was called Xingqiu, a silent man who could hardly laugh, and the murderous aura on his body was countless times stronger than at this moment, so that wherever he went, it would be green and withered, and a hundred flowers would fall.

The same murderous aura, not aimed at anyone, but killing all living beings...

That year, the clouds in the sky were all killed by this murderous aura, and the sky was incomparably high and incomparably blue.

The green leaves instantly turned goose yellow, and then where the petioles met the branches, there was a faint, barely audible snap, like the crisp sound of vegetables breaking.

Syllable... Syllable...

One by one, the leaves fell lazily to the ground.

Xingqiu is coming.

When Xingqiu saw Huang Yang, Xingqiu was stunned for a moment.

The bright sunlight fell on Huang Yang, his cold face was half dyed by the sun, and he looked at Xingqiu from a distance. Let the surrounding leaves fall brightly

At that time, Xingqiu hadn't seen a living person for many years, and his murderous aura was so heavy that the place where he was orange and yellow within a radius of a hundred miles, and all the creatures died.

None of this is resentful, and he doesn't want to be so...

Xingqiu saw Huang Yang's angry face. Xingqiu's face at that time had no expression for many years, and even the simplest frown had become very twisted, and he looked a little stupid and stupid.

"You're here to kill me..."

"Wicked, you have killed so many people, and you have come to take your life today. ”

Xingqiu seems to be very familiar with this scene, because many years ago, there were also such people who appeared in front of him, and then died without saying a second word, not that Xingqiu wanted to kill them, but that they stayed in the murderous aura for too long.

At that time, Xingqiu was waiting for the second sentence with great anticipation, no one had spoken to him for too long, and those who could speak died after a few words.

This made Xingqiu very helpless.

At this moment, Xingqiu took out a rusty sword from his back, and at first glance it was mortal iron, but there was a blue bead on the sword, and there was a faint mist with snowflakes floating around the bead, I don't know what it was.

Xingqiu put on a pose, not majestic at all, but a little silly.

"I've been hiding in the mountains, but people are still dead. ”

Xingqiu raised his sword and pointed it at Huang Yang, "I know you're strong, but are you sure you want to kill me?"

"Don't be pretty, you're here to take your dog's life today. ”

Xingqiu was stunned for a moment, this person said the second sentence, or the words that my brother said when I was a child, I couldn't help but think of the time when I was young, nostalgic...

Huang Yang obviously felt humiliated, and he unceremoniously swung his sword and slashed at it.

The two fought bloodily for three days, and finally on the shore of a big lake, Xingqiu died in battle, but Xingqiu, who was about to die, did not hate Huang Yang, he only asked before he died, "Will you be a good father?"

At that time, Huang Yang didn't understand the meaning of Xingqiu.

At this moment, the familiar murderous aura permeated the entire imperial city, but the murderous aura was weak, and those people would not die immediately, but they would weaken, and they would still die after a long time.

Huang Yang stood in the snow and roared angrily out a person's name...

"Xingqiu..."

Huang Yang walked into the queen's house, it was unusually cold here, but the queen didn't seem to feel it, the happiness on her face, it seemed that the coldness was far, far away from him. Huang Yang didn't look at the still weak queen, he took the prince away, looking cold.

That child was a little similar to Huang Yang, but Huang Yang looked at him very unpleasantly, and those clear eyes did not leave traces of softness in his heart.

On the cliff outside the city, Huang Yang threw his son off the cliff with his own hands.

The moment the child fell into the abyss, those innocent eyes first appeared in doubt, and in his eyes, Huang Yang turned his head ruthlessly, leaving behind the back of a red imperial robe.

The yellow sun that day was red, burning like fire in the snow.

The child stretched out his little hand and tried to catch him... But the fall made the infant child have tumbled down the cliff, the child felt a trace of fear, and he looked longingly in the direction of Huang Yang.

But his vision has been obscured from falling.

Howl...

During the fall, a huge eagle rowed across the mountain and took the child with him.