The broken night is like a weather-beaten old soldier with a face full of ravines, guarding a dilapidated border city alone, looking at the vast north, thinking of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River that he will never return to in his life.

A whole night has passed, and it will soon be dawn. However, the winter sky will not be so urgent, and the light will only slowly come out, and finally the sun will rise slowly. In this broken night, you can breathe for a long time.

The cold is like a gentle knife that penetrates into the body, silently cutting every part, allowing people to die unconsciously.

The air in the lungs is blocked, and the heart beats rapidly, stimulating the brain to wake up.

Wang Shi woke up suddenly, coughed violently, and coughed for a long time before he calmed down a little.

The cold disease completely occupied his body, making Wang Shi's whole body tremble, he glanced around, his eyes swept over the drama beside him, and he was still not far away.

Suddenly, my heart became colder, a few points colder than the frost under my feet. Wang Shi stood up and walked with difficulty towards the not far away.

The drama is watching from the sidelines, like a real spectator, always looking forward to a more exciting story, and will definitely not participate in it.

It's just a distance of fifty steps, Wang Shi walked extremely hard, the cold air rushing up from the soles of his feet made him shiver incessantly, the blood that had just recovered a little bit couldn't support the weight of his body at all, and every cough made his body swing badly, making people think that he would fall down next.

However, he did not fall, he moved his steps with difficulty and came to Zhao Wenqi's side.

The strength of his legs suddenly disappeared, and Wang Shi fell down like a house with a broken pillar.

The hard ice surface is comparable to bluestone, and it hurts especially if the bones are smashed on it, but now Wang Shi doesn't feel anything, he looked at Zhao Wenqi in a daze, the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably, and he wanted to show some expressions, but he couldn't make it up.

The corners of his mouth are smiling, his eyebrows are angry, his eyes are crying, his cheeks are like frost, and his hair is like grass, I really don't know what kind of expression he wants to spell out this face.

Zhao Wenqi lay on the ice, becoming one with the ice, and the frost and ice became heavy clothes, isolating all vitality.

Like Tang Tian, Zhao Wenqi is also dead, and there is no hope of resurrection.

Probably to stop Wang Shi, he used up all his strength before he died.

Wang Shi opened his mouth in a daze, squeezing out of his throat, he wanted to shout, yell, scream, but he couldn't make a single sound, only a hoarse hiss. He stretched out his trembling hands and wanted to touch Zhao Wenqi, but he stopped in mid-air for a long time, and finally retracted.

Finally, Wang Shi's whole person hugged him, curled up in a ball, and knelt next to Zhao Wenqi.

The wind whined on the ice, bringing up a piece of frost debris, blowing towards the endless distance, instantly wrapped in Wang Shi's hoarse cry, and after a few spins in the air, it disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Wenqi died.

Big brother is dead.

Death right in front of my eyes.

There was no way to get him back.

Wang Shi's mind was in chaos, the soldiers were in chaos, and he fled in all directions, and no thoughts came to him at all.

He is no longer the teenager who used to kill people without blinking, he will no longer face death indifferently, he knows what death is, he really understands the meaning of death, he begins to fear death, he is really afraid.

As the clock ticked towards dawn, the wheezing of the night's breath seemed to grow heavier, staring blankly at the ruined ground and the half-lake like a broken bowl.

Wang Shi curled himself up for a long time before he raised his head and squeezed the muscles around his eyes hard, so that his gaze could be condensed, and he had a focus and saw what was in front of him clearly.

His body was still swinging, his hands were still trembling, but he slowly stretched out to Zhao Wenqi.

Zhao Wenqi was lying on the ice, his face facing the ice, and he had frozen together. Wang Shi didn't dare to break it, he was afraid of tearing off that face, so he used the only blood qi to transport it to his hands and melt the frost, so that he could flip Zhao Wenqi over.

Wang Shi's body trembled uncontrollably, but his hands gradually stabilized, as steady as when he held the knife, touching the frost and slowly melting it.

The cold disease was raging, and the frost on his hand pierced back and forth like a knife, piercing the body countless times. But Wang Shi won't retract his hand, he wants to see the eldest brother's face.

Yes, Zhao Wenqi stabbed Wang Shi in the back, killed Tang Tian, and even in the end, he was preventing Wang Shi from saving Tang Tian.

However, however, Wang Shi just couldn't hate him, let alone be ruthless.

That's not Zhao Wenqi, that's his eldest brother. In any case, it is.

Zhao Wenqi died, and Wang Shi felt that his connection with the most important thing in this world had become blurred, and his memories had become like words in a book - dead, and it was impossible to jump in front of his eyes.

Ten years of life and death, at this time, they have become indifferent. Without memory, man is an empty shell.

Wang Shi felt as if he had become lighter, extremely light, as if he could fly away with this gust of wind.

The death of the drama is too dead, Wang Shi's body is incomplete and a mess, and he has no strength to fight back.

It took a long time, and the little bit of blood and qi that had just recovered was all exhausted, and Wang Shi finally melted the frost on his eldest brother's body, so he turned it over.

At this time, Wang Shi calmed down, he looked at the eldest brother's face, and the expression on his face could finally be organized.

Zhao Wenqi seemed to be very calm when he died, and even there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, I don't know what he was glad about.

Wang Shi wanted to calm himself down and analyze this series of things, but there were too many strange and suspicious points, and he needed to figure it out before he could have an answer. However, he couldn't calm himself down completely, and his thoughts were scattered and couldn't be gathered at all.

After working hard for a long time, he realized that he couldn't sort things out, so Wang Shi stopped thinking about it and looked at the night in the distance.

The surrounding land has become a hideous piece because of the battle between Tang Tian and Zhao Wenqi, there is no trace of snow, and the original lake is only a small half, it is a cold white, which is in stark contrast to the earth, as if a white jade bowl was placed on the firewood erected.

As the wind howled, a lonely desolation was blown up, and it kept spinning on the surface of the lake. Such a scenery should have caused countless emotions, but it couldn't even elicit a sigh.

Xizi walked over slowly, he looked in the direction of Wang Shiwang, and said, "Now, you probably don't have any nostalgia." ”

Wang Shi didn't speak, just looked into the distance. He was calm and didn't think about anything.

Zhao Wenqi had already thought of a way to die, maybe this was very much in line with his wishes. He died for you. You'll probably figure it out, but it will take a while, and I'll tell you a lot easier. ”

didn't hear the words of the play, Wang Shi's ears only had the sound of the whistling wind.

Xizi's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he could see the black snow in the north, and began to say slowly: "At the beginning, I was with you in Guxia Lake, and the people in the cottage were scattered in all directions. Later, I found Zhao Wenqi in the black snow and showed him some things, and then he obeyed my arrangement. ”

"I asked you to go to the Ancient and Eighth Mountains a long time ago, and you went to see it too, you should have seen something. In the past, there were many races, strong people like clouds, and there were many hidden realms, but they were all defeated and destroyed. Such a scene, unfolded in front of anyone, will completely turn their world upside down. ”

Indeed, when the old Dragon Emperor showed Wang Shi, Wang Shi was shocked by that sight, as if an ant was shocked when he saw a human, it was a force that could not be resisted at all.

"This is what I showed Zhao Wenqi. And the Yin-Yang Gate has such power. ”

"Zhao Wenqi clearly understands that your strength cannot compete with the Yinyangmen, he does believe in your strength, but he knows even more that you are far from growing up now, and facing the Yinyangmen is simply hitting a stone with an egg. ”

"He knows your character too well to know that you can't agree with whatever you say. So he chose to use his own way to push you down the same path as mine. And so there is everything that happened before. ”

"He just wants you to keep living, in any way, to keep you alive. He knows that only if you are alive can there be hope to change everything. In that case, he won't have a chance to say it to you again. ”

There was no wind in Wang Shi's ears, and he heard all the words of the play, but he didn't show any emotion. At this time, his heart finally calmed down, and he could finally calmly organize his thoughts.

After the play was finished, he waited for Wang Shi's answer.

The wind in front of him stopped, representing that the dawn was coming, Wang Shi turned to look to the east and said, "No, you are not the Yin Yang Gate, you don't want me to enter the Yin Yang Gate at all, you want me to go on the same path as you." The Yin-Yang Gate is the Yin-Yang Gate, you are you, you are the drama, you are not the Yin-Yang Gate. Everything you showed my eldest brother was just deceiving him. ”

Xi Zi smiled slightly and said: "True and false, what is true in the world? Even if what has happened may be false, only the things in front of you are true, why do you care so much?

It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, the important thing is that Tang Tian is at the bottom of the lake and Zhao Wenqi is on the lake.

The drama smiled and asked, "Should you make a choice now, do you want to go to hell on earth with me?"