At the foot of the Snow Ridge, there is a rushing river, which flows endlessly all the year round, surrounding the snow-capped mountains that are as white as jade and silver.

Therefore, the people here call this river "White River".

Night falls. Tonight, there is no moon and no stars. The sky is as dark as ink, thick and suffocating, like a dormant beast that will open its bloody jaws at any moment and devour your life.

And tonight's White River is destined to have no tranquility in the past.

On both sides of the river, torches are everywhere, and people are longing. Nearly 30,000 Feiyun Cavalry soldiers gathered here and were carefully searching along the river.

At this time, three hours have passed since Shen Qianmo fell off the cliff.

Standing on the narrow river, looking at the turbulent white river, Wen Renyuan's thick eyebrows tightened, and he let out a long sigh.

So far, there is still no trace of the princess.

Princess...... I don't know if it's a ...... Is it dead......

In the dim light, a vigorous figure like a swimming dragon, with the help of the branches of the trees on the shore, between a few ups and downs, it landed steadily where Wen Renyuan stood.

The figure is tall and thin, straight as a pine, with a cold complexion and dark eyes. The strong wind blew his dark brocade robe and long dark hair, which made him even more extravagant and gorgeous.

It's just that at this moment, his handsome eyebrows and eyes are full of exhaustion and anxiety.

When Wen Renyuan saw the comer, he bowed and wanted to salute. "Lord ......"

Before he could finish the two words, he was interrupted by a hurried voice. "Is there any news of the princess?"

Wen Renyuan shook his head with a heavy face. "Incompetent subordinates ......"

"Keep looking." The tone is low, but it is categorical.

"Yes." Wen Renyuan retreated and led Feiyun to start a second round of searching.

He stood on the riverbank hunting in the north wind, his torches swaying, and the flickering light of the fire reflected his bloodshot eyes.

The blood-colored eyes were condensed, as if they contained an infinite murderous aura.

This murderous aura is so strong, as if as long as he can't suppress it and release it, he can destroy the world.

Yun Fei, who arrived later, was also secretly frightened when he saw Meng Yuanheng's eyes.

After many years of friendship, he had never seen Meng Yuanheng with such terrifying eyes.

When he was a teenager, he was a victorious general praised by everyone, unbridled and unruly. Seven years ago, he was seriously injured by a huge transformation, and he chose to be strong and forbearing, indifferent and alienated. Later, when he met Shen Qianmo, he finally opened his heart, the sharp edges and corners on his body were getting softer and softer, and his heart was gradually melting as hard as ice.

But now, in just three hours, he seems to be a completely different person.

The eyes that were originally cold and waveless, but now they are full of bloodthirsty scarlet and unconcealed cruelty, and the emaciated and straight body is like a full bow, and the bowstring is tight, as if as long as it is touched lightly, the bow will crack and break, and finally destroy everything and make the world die.

"Ah Heng......" Yun Fei completely put away his usual chic and uninhibited look, and looked at him with an unusually solemn face.

"Did you find Mo'er?" The only thing that answered him was this muffled inquiry.

For the past few hours, he had been repeating two sentences, asking everyone who searched here.

"Is there any news of the princess?"

"Did you find Mo'er?"

However, all he answered was shaking his head and pleading guilty.

As expected, Yun Fei shook his head slightly. "Ah Heng, there is no other shelter on the cliff where Qianmo falls, and she must have fallen into this white river when she falls. Just look all the way down the White River and you should be able to find ......"

But when it came to the future, even Yun Fei himself was not sure.

The Baihe River flows rapidly, all the way to the East China Sea, and there are many branches and complicated terrain on the way, it is really not easy to find a small Shen Qianmo. He was afraid that even if he found it, it might just be a corpse.

So now, no news is actually the best news.

Meng Yuanheng was just silent. His tall, thin figure stood quietly on the river, his eyes uncertain, as if he was immersed in his own thoughts.

He rushed to Jinyang Pass day and night, full of joy and anticipation of reuniting with Mo'er. But who knew that the result was at the foot of the snow ridge, watching Mo'er fall into the abyss in front of him!

He had searched the Snow Ridge for hundreds of miles, and even searched inch by inch from the foot of the mountain to the place where Shen Qianmo fell from the peak, but there was still no trace.

In his hand is a cold, small and delicate dagger. His slender fingers gently stroked the shiny knife surface, as if caressing Shen Qianmo's creamy face.

This is what he found at the top of Qianzhang Peak just now, and it is the scalpel that Mo'er has always carried with him for self-defense.

Mo'er ...... Where the hell are you?

This kind of Meng Yuanheng made Yun Fei feel strange and dangerous.

"Ah Heng, I'm sorry, I didn't protect her well......"

If he hadn't left her alone in the snowy mountains, maybe she wouldn't have had such an accident.

As if he suddenly heard Yun Fei's words, Meng Yuanheng turned his head, approached Yun Fei, grabbed his collar, stared at him tightly with a pair of scarlet eyes, and said emotionlessly: "You, it is true that you did not protect her well." ”

At this moment, Yun Fei saw the obvious murderous aura in his eyes.

His heart sank. Meng Yuanheng actually had murderous intent towards him.

But the next moment, Meng Yuanheng let go of Yun Fei, his arms drooped down, and his murderous eyes were full of self-blame and sadness.

What right does he have to accuse others?

It is his own body that is not angry, and Mo'er will lead the troops on his behalf. Speaking of which, he is the culprit who caused Mo'er's accident, why should he be angry with others?

Now that he has recovered from the cold and his body has recovered, so what?

If Mo'er is not by his side, what is the use of him walking and running?

There were bright red blood stains slowly flowing out of the corners of his mouth, but Meng Yuanheng didn't notice it.

Seeing this, Yun Fei hurriedly shouted, "Ah Heng, are you okay?" Mr. Szeto......"

Situ Gong also noticed Meng Yuanheng's abnormality, he stepped forward and said with a solemn face: "Lord Wang, let your subordinates take your pulse." ”

"No, you don't." Two cold words.

Meng Yuanheng wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve indifferently, but then, more blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth.

He simply ignored it, his body shook, and he jumped to his feet, and his tall and thin body had disappeared into the night.

"Changdong, keep up." Situ Gongqing's face was full of worry.

The cold poison in the prince's body has not been completely cleared, and in the past few days, he has been galloping all the way, non-stop, and his body has been extremely tired, and now he has suffered the big blow of the princess falling off the cliff and disappearing, he is really worried that the prince's body will not be able to bear it.

The ghostly figure of the young guard in Tsing Yi moved, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

The search continued until dusk the next day.

The 30,000 Flying Cloud Riders had already turned a radius of hundreds of miles around the Snow Ridge, and they were also looking around along the lower reaches of the White River and even up.

But Shen Qianmo still didn't hear from him.

On the top of the cold wind of Qianzhang Peak, Yun Fei looked at the man standing on the edge of the cliff, with black clothes and black hair, and the lonely and depressed back was so sad.

White snowflakes began to float in the air, falling on his black hair and shoulders, stopping for a moment before melting into tiny droplets until they were gone.

Meng Yuanheng stood firmly on the edge of the cliff and looked down.

That's where Mo'er fell.

The moment she fell, how scared and helpless she should be!

His ears still echoed Shen Qianmo's faint cry at the last moment of the fall.

She said, Ah Heng, live well.

But Mo'er, how can I live without your company?

He remembered the poisonous oath that Yin Zhan had made on Wuji Island. He said that he should let himself be alone for the rest of his life without relatives and love.

He remembered the curse of Lou Xinyue holding the exquisite blood jade. She said that Mo'er and him could not be together for eternity.

It's ridiculous. He didn't want anything else, he just wanted to get along with the woman he loved, and he would grow old. But why are there always so many damned people who come out and obstruct it?

He felt as if there was a fire burning in him, and this fire was not only burning himself, but also everything around him, and even the whole world.

"Where's Meng Tianluo's body?" After a long time, Yun Fei heard a cold inquiry from the man in front of him.

"I guess I was taken away by the people of the Shadowless Gate."

Yun Fei sighed secretly. If Meng Tianluo's corpse is still there, it is estimated that this guy will not even let go of the corpse.

Just as he was sighing, Yan Mo, the deputy commander of the dark guard of the Xuanwang Mansion dressed in black, came silently, stood still behind Meng Yuanheng, and bowed his bow to report: "Lord Wang, Meng Tianluo's ironclad soldiers and Yao Wentao's men and horses have all been captured by General Lin, how to deal with it, please show the prince." ”

"How many are there?" The tone is cold and emotionless.

"There were more than 47,500 people in all."

"Kill, leave no one." The words are clear and there is no hesitation.

Yan Mo was slightly stunned, then reacted and ordered: "Yes, my subordinates obey orders." ”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, still quietly.

Yun Fei heard it in his ears, but he was shocked in his heart.

"Ah Heng, this is the soldiers and horses of the imperial court, if you kill them all, wouldn't it be clear that you want to tear your face with the imperial court? How will Xuanwangfu gain a foothold in Dasheng in the future? ”

For a hundred years, Xuanwangfu has taken it as its responsibility to be loyal to the monarch, love the people, protect the family and defend the country, but Meng Yuanheng's move will not destroy the century-old foundation of Xuanwangfu!

What's more, this is nearly 50,000 lives, and he really doesn't think about it anymore, is he going to kill them all like this?

"Hmph, Meng Tianluo is dead, sooner or later this account will be counted on the head of this king, do you think the court will easily let go of the Xuan Palace?" Meng Yuanheng's eyes were dark, and he said coldly.

"But, Ah Heng, maybe things aren't as bad as you think, maybe Qianmo is okay with her......"

Yun Fei's weak dissuasion was interrupted by Meng Yuanheng's sharp voice. "Of course Mo'er, she's fine, but those who have harmed her, and those who have tried to harm her, this king will not let go of any of them."

After a pause, he glanced at Yun Fei with a cold look, and said calmly: "The Shadowless Gate will be handed over to you to investigate, and this king wants it to disappear from now on." ”

Before the words fell, Meng Yuanheng's thin figure had already jumped up, like a goshawk, and swept towards the bottom of the cliff, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared between the white snow and the vast clouds.

Whether it is a rebellious minister or a thief, whether he is scolded by the world, he doesn't care at all.

Since God is unfair to him, then why should he be merciful.

It's good that Mo'er is alive, but if Mo'er dies, he will bury her all the time!

At the top of the snowy ridge, heavy snow is falling. Yun Fei looked at the figure of Meng Yuanheng jumping off the cliff, and felt that his heart was sinking at the same time.

This man, although he has cured the cold poison, but his heart is even more cold as ice.

He looked up at the sky above him. The twilight was vast and dim and gray, but there was a faint reddish faint on the horizon.

It seems that the sky is about to change.

Qianmo, you must be okay!