Fang Hong knelt on the ground in a daze, without the slightest strength on his body. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info soul is scattered, which means that the last trace of his father in this world has disappeared, even reincarnation is impossible.

"Who is it! Who killed my father!" When his head was raised, his eyes had turned red, and under his feet, patches of frost flowers had formed, and the cold air spread out in all directions.

An astonishing chill enveloped his body, and his body just moved, like a ghost, and in an instant he reached the door of a room. Inside the house, there is an altar master of the White Lotus Sect.

The man was shivering from the cold outside, and he was wrapping himself in a quilt. Just when he was about to bury his whole body in the bed, he suddenly saw a person appear in front of him.

This man's face was like frost, and the cold air was bubbling from his body. He recognized the other party at a glance, wasn't this the same kid who poisoned them last time?

"Say, who killed my father?" he was about to speak, but Fang Hong grabbed his neck with one hand. A hard strangulation made it difficult for him to breathe.

This altar master couldn't stop shivering, Fang Hong's whole hand was like a thousand-year-old piece of ice, the cold couldn't stop seeping into your bones, it was very painful.

"What...... What killed your father? I don't know. He had been sleeping just now, and he hadn't noticed anything unusual, how did he know what Fang Hong was asking.

"Waste. As soon as Fang Hong's fingers were forced, the cold qi was all injected into the body of the altar master. As soon as the altar owner's body stiffened, his eyes gradually lost his vitality, and the whole person fell straight on the bed like a piece of ice.

After killing this person, Fang Hong directly smashed through the wall and came to the next room. Inside lived another altar master of the White Lotus Sect. He asked the same question, but still didn't get an answer. So, he continued to kill.

Where can these altar masters know these things, they are killed one by one, and the corpses directly become frozen mounds that cannot be melted.

"It's cold. Xie Chaoyu was buried in the quilt, but he still felt very cold, as if the cold wind was everywhere, and it was useless to cover the quilt no matter how you covered it. Her lips were a little purple, and her face was pale. She really wanted to get another quilt and make a stove by the way, but now she didn't even want to leave the quilt, extremely entangled and contradictory.

"Tell me, who killed my father?" she was burying herself in the quilt, when suddenly, an extremely cold voice came from her ears. This voice was extremely familiar to her, and she couldn't help but peek out of the quilt.

"Fang Hong......" Xie Chaoyu was a little surprised, why did Fang Hong appear here. Also, what did he mean by this? Is Uncle Dayuan dead?

"My father is dead, who killed him?" Fang Hong's face was expressionless, only a trace of hideousness could be seen between his eyebrows, his tone was like hard ice, and he said to Xie Chaoyu.

"Uncle Da Yuan is dead, how could Uncle Da Yuan die? I don't know. Xie Chaoyu was also stunned at this time, she still saw Uncle Da Yuan at night, why did she suddenly die?

Before she could react, Fang Hong grabbed her neck with one hand. "Ah......" Xie Chaoyu only felt that her body was gradually losing consciousness starting from her neck, and the amazing cold was spreading along her body.

She felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, and her eyes began to lose focus. There were countless doubts in her heart, but Fang Hong didn't give her any chance to speak.

"Bang. Just when she thought she was about to die, she heard a dull voice sound from behind Fang Hong. She looked up, but it was Greensleeves.

In Greensleeve's hand, he was holding half a wooden stool, and there were a few pieces on the ground. She had a frightened expression on her face, as if she were a frightened fawn.

Obviously, she had just smashed Fang Hong's head with a stool.

After being brought here like this, Fang Hong was not harmed. However, it made his mind wake up a little. The hand that he was originally holding Xie Chaoyu's neck suddenly loosened, and there was a little more taste of life in his eyes.

Fang Hong's eyes swept over Xie Chaoyu and Green Sleeves, and a gust of wind blew on his side, carrying countless wind and snow, directly shaking open the walls of the room and rushing into the dark street.

Xie Chaoyu and Green Sleeves' eyes were full of incredible colors. The scene in front of them was beyond their imagination. Controlling the wind and snow and levitating in the air, isn't this the means of the gods?

They were in a state of panic, but when they looked up, they found that snowflakes were beginning to fall from the holes in the house. "It's snowing?" The two raised their heads, looking at the falling snowflakes, and remembered Fang Hong just now for no reason. A feeling rose in their hearts that this heavy snow should be related to Fang Hong.

Xie Chaoyu's eyes were very complicated, and she found that she had never seen through this young man. She originally thought that Fang Hong was a little heartless. But today I found out that the other party is not heartless, but he doesn't need to take these things to heart at all. Maybe the things that I and others think are very important are so ridiculous in the eyes of the other party.

"It's so cold, why is it so cold today? Even when it snowed, there was no such thing in the past. "The entire county town of Jintan fell into a cold and dead silence, and all the people felt that there was a chill in their hearts, and they couldn't even wrap a few layers of quilts to keep warm.

But no matter how much they complained, the weather was getting colder and colder, and layers of snowflakes fell like cotton wool, and soon covered the entire golden altar.

Fang Hong stood on top of the tower of Jintan, looking at the entire county with his eyes calm. All around him, there was a cold wind that roared incessantly, and a wind and snow like knives.

His body was thin and slender, and he was full of the aura of being unapproachable. Not far from him, there were several corpses of servants. These people were all frozen to death, because they were too close to Fang Hong to endure the bone-chilling cold.

The snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger, and Fang Hong just stood like this, not a single snowflake could get close to his body. As time passed, the county town, which should have been plunged into darkness, reappeared with sporadic lights.

Because it was so cold, many people were forced to get up from their beds and began to prepare for a fire to keep warm. They were lying in the quilt, and they couldn't resist the cold at all, and the quilt that was originally warm and dry became bizarrely cold and hard. Buried under the covers is like lying naked in the snow.