Although Xiao Lang was still so cold, Princess He Miao's mood was much better, because he was sure that Xiao Lang's heart was still kind, perhaps because of some reason she didn't know, she had become so cold.

She suddenly had a thought, she must do everything possible to change Xiao Lang back to his original appearance, not only to recover his memory, but also to influence him. It's not just for Xiao Lang, it's... For herself.

Looking at Xiao Lang's blank eyes, this thought became stronger and stronger, like a small tree taking root in Princess He Miao's mind. She exhaled a breath of aroma and smiled shallowly, her beautiful eyes gradually became firm, and she decided to try it no matter what the final outcome was.

As long as you work hard, the ending doesn't really matter, at least you won't regret it, right?

"Xiao Lang, I'll go back, I'll come to see you at night!"

Wiping away her tears, Princess He Miao resolutely got up and said with a smile, and then stepped on the snow, covered her cloak and tightened her neckline, and slowly walked towards the middle courtyard. Her steps are very light, but she is unusually determined, and her delicate back is like a blooming winter plum in the wind and snow, which is very beautiful.

Xiao Lang sat on the ground blankly as if he didn't notice He Miao's departure, he didn't know what was wrong with him, as if he was born to be so cold, he didn't care much about everything, he wasn't very happy.

Princess He Miao is a good girl, she is also beautiful, tender like water, and he also feels a trace of her affection for him, but unfortunately he does not have the slightest wave in his heart. He seems to have been born a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

In this world, it seems that the only thing he cares about is the sword in his hand, because of this sword, he has a feeling of flesh and blood and family!

He picked up the ruthless sword in his hand, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand and gently caressing the sword body with the other, he inexplicably had a feeling that this sword could help him recover his memory and help him... Get stronger!

He didn't really want to get any memories back, and he didn't know what the point of becoming stronger, but he felt that the only thing that had anything to do with him in this world was this sword. Since this sword wants to regain its memories and become stronger, then what must it do? Otherwise, it would be too boring, wouldn't it?

His eyes closed slowly, forgetting the scenery around him, forgetting the wind and snow in the sky, and his mind was silent in the Ruthless Sword, because he vaguely heard a voice calling out to him within the Ruthless Sword.

"Since ancient times, amorous and empty hatred, amorous has always been ruthlessly injured, ruthless heaven is the first, emotional injury!"

When he was completely silent in the Ruthless Sword, such a sentence appeared in his mind, the words were very short, and the meaning of the words made him a little confused.

What is the Ruthless Heavenly Dao? What is emotional wounding? Hurting oneself or others? The first one? Is there a second and third weight behind it?

Xiao Lang didn't know, but he seemed to be a little interested in this, he finally had something to do, so he didn't have to continue to be in a daze here.

The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger, and Xiao Lang is sitting on the edge of the pavilion, so the wind and snow can envelop him. He closed his eyes and fell silent in his inner world, feeling those two words, forgetting everything.

Slowly he was covered by the wind and snow, and turned into a snowman, and the breath on his body slowly became colder and colder, colder than snow!

Time slipped away bit by bit, and it was soon night, and the heavy snow in the sky suddenly stopped, but Xiao Lang's body did not move, and he had already turned into a snowman. Princess He Miao came with He Ni again in a hurry, and it was not surprising to see Xiao Lang turn into a snowman, because Xiao Lang was often like this in the past few days.

Princess He Miao asked He Ni to take out the food, but she walked to Xiao Lang's side, stretched out a white jade-like hand, and gently brushed the snowflakes from her hair, her movements were light, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness, like a little wife.

Xiao Lang opened his eyes, and there were snowflakes on his eyelashes and eyebrows, making him look like an old man who had gone through vicissitudes of life, many years old. His face was colder than the Dongfang Red Bean back then, and he glanced sideways at Princess He Miao who was still brushing away the snowflakes for him, there was no ripple on his face, and his heart was also... There is no wave.

"Let's eat!" Princess He Miao brushed the snowflakes for Xiao Lang, looking at Xiao Lang, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

"Hmm!"

Xiao Lang nodded indifferently, stood up and walked to the stone table, ate in silence, and quickly swept all the meals clean. Then he wiped his mouth and sat silently by the pavilion with his sword in his hand.

Princess He Miao waved her hand and let He Ni go down, still squatting next to Xiao Lang as usual, hugging her knees, and chatting casually with Xiao Lang. The same Xiao Lang's reply was indifferent and brief, but she was not angry at all, and patiently accompanied him. Trying to melt Xiao Lang, a 10,000-year-old glacier, with a fiery heart and a tenderness like water.

As He Ni knows, He Miao has been a good girl since she was a child, and she is obedient to everything. But the more stubborn this good girl is, the ten fierce beasts will not be able to drag it back.

From childhood to adulthood, she faced respectful subordinates and fell in love with his son. Xiao Lang is an alternative, he came out of nowhere when she was desperate and saved her from the mouth of the beast, especially when she left, that ruthless look was very touching to her.

Many times people are very jian animals, and they don't cherish their own good, but feel bored. is like Princess He Miao, Prince Mo Han is so good to him, no worse than Xiao Lang in all aspects, but she doesn't like it. Instead, it seems... Some like to be snubbed by Xiao Lang and hurt by his ruthlessness.

Maybe it's because young people are rebellious, or maybe they're trying to prove that they've ever... Loved vigorously.

Late at night, Xiao Lang's body was covered with ice and snow again, and the three thousand green silks of the seedlings were also full of snowflakes, and her eyes were shining in the starless night sky, like magnificent gems.

"Ugh..."

Thousands of words finally turned into a deep sigh, Princess He Miao looked at the stone-like Xiao Lang, tightened her cloak and left. The petite body looks so weak and lonely in the night breeze.

The wind was blowing, and the sky was falling again with goose feather snow, which seemed to be a little cold.

"Affection is always hurt by ruthlessness? Why do I hurt the seedlings, and I feel heartache myself? Hurt others and hurt myself? Is this a sentimental injury?"

Xiao Lang raised his head, letting the wind and snow sweep his face, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, like the face of a 10,000-year-old glacier, there was a touch of distress, distress for He Miao, distress for himself.

He opened his eyes suddenly, the inexplicable energy in his body converged on his fingers, he wrote out of thin air, and finally wrote the word "love" in the air, and then he suddenly shouted: "Love hurts, love hurts, how can you hurt others if you don't hurt yourself?"

The word "love" in the body that was inexplicably transformed into the energy gathered by the cultivation of the Heavenly Demon Combat Technique suddenly shot into the air, and this word "love" rose against the wind, and finally turned into a large character with a diameter of 100 meters in mid-air, and then suddenly exploded, blowing the wind and snow into nothingness!