The cold wind is like a knife, harvesting all things.

In the early hours of the morning, the world had turned silvery white, and there was no figure in sight, no sign of life, only the howling wind that filled the whole world.

The terrible chill made no one dare to leave the warm and comfortable room and face the cruel cold.

However, at the corner of the street, in a small haystack, there was a small figure huddled tremblingly.

He looked to be only four or five years old, thinly ragged, with disheveled hair and a pale face, clutching a pile of hay already soaked in snow to try to keep warm.

Suddenly, a cold and fierce wind blew like a sharp blade, reaping life. The skinny child shuddered, his teeth clenched, and his body shrunk into a ball.

"Difficult... Do I really live... Can't live today, really... It's really not... Willingly... , obviously I've been... So hard......" he said in a faint voice, the strength that came from nowhere, making him look up at the sky.

It was a pair of dark eyes, fear, resentment, loneliness, exhaustion, dead silence, relief, all kinds of complex emotions intertwined, and finally turned into the initial darkness, incomparably deep, so that people could not see any emotion.

Visions blurred, and dusty memories flooded back into my mind.

His name is Yan She, and he inexplicably turned into a four or five-year-old child a month ago and appeared in this world.

When he listened to a few Jianghu guests talk about the terms "weapon spectrum", "Bai Xiaosheng", "Tianji Old Man", "Dragon and Phoenix Double Ring", "Xiao Li Flying Knife", he understood what kind of world he had come to.

But it didn't matter to him anymore.

When others come to such a martial arts world, what they want is to practice martial arts, and then they are angry with their horses, fighting swords and rivers and lakes, and the three-foot Qingfeng defeats all the heroes. There is also an entangled love affair with some chivalrous woman and witch, or the king and hegemony......

But for Yan Shi, the only thing to do and unattainable is ...... Alive.

For a month, he exhausted all his wisdom just to survive.

But his young body completely limited him, and although this world is very similar to ancient China, you must know that the ancient language is very different from the language of later generations.

The territory of China is so large, even if Mandarin is vigorously promoted in later generations, the languages of various places are still very different, let alone this era.

The difference in times and regions makes it impossible for Yan Shi to communicate with the people of this world at all, even if there are some advanced ideas, they cannot be implemented, and they are transformed into much-needed money, and no one will believe him as a little child.

The ancient world is also different from the later generations, the material conditions are scarce, the people here are not enough to eat, naturally no one can help him with kindness, even if it is the later world of material development and conditions permitting, there are few willing to help others.

Hunger, exhaustion, bitter cold...... After living on the streets for a month, Yan Shi has always been troubled by these things, and after all, the oil runs out, and it is difficult to survive, and this rare heavy snow has become his lifeline.

The white snowflakes are so beautiful and poetic in the eyes of people who are well fed and clothed.

But for those who have no house to live in, no clothing to keep out the cold, and no food to eat, this is the most terrible disaster.

The body gradually stiffened, the terrifying chill had penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the body that was originally trembling could not even tremble at this moment, like a cold stone falling into the grass, and the breath merged with the cold world.

Life is gone, death comes.

Yan Shi felt that he was very tired and tired, and the pressure brought by the constant disconnection from the boundary of survival for a month had already destroyed his body and spirit.

At this moment, he really wanted to take a good nap.

But no matter how tired he was, he still insisted on not closing his eyes.

Because he knew that once he closed it, he would never wake up again.

He wants to live!

No matter how tired, how humble, how painful, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he wants to live.

But Heaven seemed unwilling to satisfy his humble thirst, and the snow fell heavier and heavier, and the storm grew wilder, and shadows covered the earth.

Where is the hope?

Suddenly, a carriage drove by.

Yan Shi's eyes twitched, but he no longer had the strength to speak.

A beautiful figure walked down from the car.

In the ice and snow, she was only wearing a thin long skirt, the cold wind hit, the clothes were flying, and I saw her standing proudly in the frost and snow, like a white and flawless plum blossom.

The wind and snow bowed her head for her.

Suddenly, she saw a child in the haystack whose lives were on the line.

At first, he glanced at it coldly, and then he seemed to have discovered something, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Her figure was like a ghost, and she came to Yan Shi in an instant, looking at his whole body deadly.

The blurred vision suddenly became clear, and Yan Shi's pupils contracted tightly, looking at the figure in front of him.

It was an incomparably delicate face, as white as jade, captivating the country and the city, as if it was a fairy in the ice and snow.

But Yan Shi's gaze only flashed over her face, and then stopped dead on her hand.

It's not how beautiful her hands are, but that she has a hot pancake in her hand, and for Yan She, the attraction of this pancake is greater than anything else in the world.

It's something that will keep him alive.

Out of nowhere, he jumped up, pounced on the woman, snatched the biscuit, and then devoured it.

He swore it was the best thing he had ever eaten in his life.

Not before, and not ever.

The woman first frowned at him for a moment, then reached out and touched his back, nodded happily, and said, "Sure enough, it is an excellent root, enough to meet the standard I want." ”

At this time, Yan Shi had already finished eating the baked cake and looked at her pitifully.

The woman was silent for a while and asked, "What is your name, where do you live, and where are your parents?"

Yan Shi replied: "Yan She, no home, no parents. ”

After coming to this world for a month, he still learned some of the language here, at least a simple self-introduction is no problem.

"Yan She, I know. The woman's face was expressionless, and then she asked, "Would you like to leave with me and go to a place that is feared and disgusted by the world, and regarded as aliens?"

Yan Shi was naturally willing, and he had no other way out. But he still asked, "Can you eat something like that every day?"

When he said this, his face was half innocent, half bitter.

Half of this is true, and the other half is disguise. This month's experience has already taught him how to protect himself.

To be alive is his only goal.

Looking at the thin child with an innocent face in front of her, the woman was stunned for a moment, as if she had been reminded of some memory. After a long while, Tiancai bowed down, hugged Yan She, and said, "You can get what you want there, but the price you have to pay may be something you can't make up for no matter how much you regret it in the future." ”

There was a look of melancholy on her face.

The wind and snow are still there.

Yan Shi stared indifferently at the endless expanse, and his eyes showed a light called enlightenment, extremely firm.

"From now on, you are a member of the Holy Sect, and in the rivers and lakes, others call us ...... Demon Cult!"

The woman stroked his head, her eyes were a little misty, and she muttered in her heart: "You will also be the strongest weapon that belongs to me to avenge my hatred, I will hand over to you the strongest martial arts in the world, and you will always be loyal to me." ”

The wind and snow between heaven and earth are even greater.

PS: New books for collection, for recommendations.