At the end of the road, there is no escape.

In front of him is a cliff, and behind him are pursuers. The gray sky continued to fall with goose-feather snow, and patches of thin shadows with shadows were overwhelming. The heavens and the earth were endlessly pale, covering the darkness of all those who were not visible.

Her moonlit dress was stained with mottled blood—something Xia Yun had left behind to protect her. The desolate red plum blossoms stand proudly in the whistling wind and snow.

A few snowflakes were sucked into the throat during the wheezing, and before they could choke on it, they melted. It's itchy with a little sting, as if a drop of venom inadvertently seeping into the body will inadvertently explode and kill you.

After three days and three nights of escape, he couldn't support it on his own, and her hand was still firmly grasped by him, and he could feel a slight tremor from time to time.

Her gaze followed Xia Yun, and the snow had accumulated a thin layer on his hair, as if he had turned white. Along with the long eyelashes, there were also a few pale snowflakes.

In the endless escape, it seems that the two of them are growing old like this, and they are going to the end of their lives together.

An arrow pierced the leisurely drifting snow and buried deep into Xia Yun's shoulder blades. He couldn't hold it anymore for a moment, so he plunged his sword into the snow and fell to one knee on one knee, a mouthful of blood spurting out, which was particularly dazzling by the pale snow.

"Xia Yun!" Ning Huchen exclaimed, squatting down and grabbing Xia Yun's arm to help him up, but his body was as heavy as ten thousand catties of Xuantie, and he couldn't move.

The noisy and hurried sound of horses' hooves finally stopped, and a road was split from the mighty army, and a tall horse of jujube color came out, carrying on his back a man in a bright yellow uniform, with handsome facial features, and very heroic.

As soon as he spoke, his sonorous voice carried a majesty that made people bow down: "You are cornered, Xia Yun, return her to me, and I can leave you with all your corpses." ”

Ning Huchen looked at Xia Yun and shook his head without hesitation: "Even if it is death, I will be with you."

Xia Yun's face was already bloodless, and he squeezed out a comforting smile very reluctantly, and then his face twitched, and a mouthful of purple and blackened blood stood out.

"Poison on the arrow!" Ning Huchen was anxious and afraid, and his voice was already trembling and unstable.

The emperor jumped off his horse, approached step by step, and finally stopped in front of Xia Yun. He stared at Xia Yun condescendingly, and there was a chill in his deep eyes like a well.

Xia Yun knew that the time limit had come, and he stood up with all the strength of his body, still a little shaky, and he was supported by Ning Huchen so as not to fall. That body was as cold as frost, and he did not give in in front of the emperor and looked humble, and he was already very laborious to speak: "You have no jokes, the matter has come to this, you will definitely not let go of Prime Minister Ning." As Prime Minister Ning's daughter, she will inevitably be implicated. But remember what you promised, to keep her safe in this life. ”

Xia Yun turned his head again, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were compassionate and gentle: "I can't stay in this life, and I will live up to my promise in the next life, Ah Hu, you must wait for me." ”

Xia Yun's voice and appearance were deeply engraved in Ning Huchen's heart.

It was only after he finished saying this that he was pierced through the abdomen by the emperor's sword and fell limply in the snow. The red blood stains crawled hideously to Ning Huchen's feet.

Xia Yun looked straight at the sky, as if looking at an unattainable dream, and he muttered: "Walking alone and fearless, the sword is swinging the rivers and lakes." Three-foot ...... Lonely Frost Blade, not for ...... Not for Loulan dance. ”

His voice became weaker and weaker, like a snowflake touching a person's body, silently dissolving, along with a little light in his eyes, faintly extinguished.

These few words are the description of Xia Yun when the people in the rivers and lakes talk about the lone mad sword. Xia Yun just wants to be a swordsman and enjoy the rivers and lakes, and does not want to get involved in the disputes of the imperial court. Today's emperor's sword finally made his death entangled with the affairs of the temple.

Ning Huchen no longer had any expression on his face, and lightly picked up the lonely frost sword used by Xia Yun and pointed at the emperor: "Jimo Jingyu, you and I have a relationship, and since then we have been cut in two." ”

The wind and clouds dispersed, the sun flashed out, and the reflection of the snow was extremely dazzling.

The wind swept her long hair and skirt, her thin body was like a piece of snow, her leaden countenance, and her deep pool-like eyes were alienated from him. Such a peerless elegance makes people unable to force their eyes.

Jing Yu was startled and strode forward.

Ning Huchen's hand was faster, the Lone Frost Sword had pierced into her abdomen, and Jing Yu hugged her crumbling body. She turned her head stiffly and didn't want to look at him, glanced at Xia Yun nostalgically, and closed her eyes.

Jing Yu lost his soul for a moment, and quickly picked up Ning Huchen and shouted: "Imperial doctor, where is the imperial doctor!"

The people around him immediately flocked to him. Jing Yu hugged Ning Huchen and hurried back, stopped abruptly, looked back at Xia Yun's body, gritted his teeth and said, "Throw him off the cliff!"