In the second year of Yongping in Great Xia, Jiangbei.

A heavy snowfall began to fall on October 17 and refused to stop for two days and nights, covering the entire Taixing City under a white expanse, as if it had cleaned up the dirt and dirt in the world.

The clouds in the sky were so low that there was not the slightest hint of starlight, and the night, which should have been dark, was turned gray by the snow on the ground. The streets were silent, and only the sound of snow flakes falling could be heard, adding to the coldness of the cold night.

On such a snowy night, a fire suddenly broke out in the depths of a house in the south of the city. The fire burned from the house, and the bewitching flames came out of the window lattice, and went around the eaves, and then the wind carried it, and the fire suddenly grew bigger, and the wooden beams crackled.

Even in the middle of the night, such a fire should have woken people up, but strangely enough, there was no sound of people shouting for help.

The black-clothed young man walked slowly from the backyard to the front yard step by step, waving the long knife in his hand from time to time to cut down the guards who stood in front of him one by one. The light of the fire behind him shone on his body, reflecting his bloody face more and more hideously.

The boy had a small baby swaddle tied in front of him with a cloth belt, but behind him was a woman with a disheveled head. The woman was very young, her head hung limply on the young man's shoulders, her eyebrows were quite deep, but her face was as pale as paper, and there were black blood stains on the corners of her mouth, which reflected the firelight, which was shocking.

The woman could only whisper weakly, "Put me down and walk through the back street." Walk! Take the year with you! ”

The young man ignored her words, only pursed the corners of his lips, and clenched the bloody long knife in his hand even harder.

The woman's voice became more and more weak, and it began to be intermittent in the back, "Go...... Please, let me go, Chennian...... It's mine...... life, raise her ......"

"No!" The young man's voice was dark and hoarse, but there was an unshakable firmness, "I must take you away, since he carried you in through the gate, I can take you out of the gate openly." ”

When the woman heard this, she seemed to want to laugh, but the corners of her mouth were only halfway bent and she lost her strength, and could only turn into a long sigh. It turned out that she was also carried in from the gate in a sedan chair, but why did she end up like this? The pain in her body is gone, and even everything around her is gradually moving away from her, only the past scenes come to her face......

She mustered all her strength and put her mouth close to his ear, but she could only spit out three words, "When I'm well—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and he finally failed to say the "regret".

The warmth is still there, but the subtle breath is completely gone. The young man's body stiffened, and he felt as if his heart had dissipated with the breath, and his entire chest was empty.

Does it still hurt? It's clear that it's still painful, but I don't know where this pain can fall, my heart is gone, how can my heart hurt?

There seemed to be an endless number of people in front of him, and he couldn't see the gate of the city guard, but he didn't feel scared at all at the moment, he only had one thought, he wanted to take her away, and he wanted to take her out of the gate openly! Even if it was the gates of hell, he would kill all these demons who stood in his way and take her out!