Time began to rewind, and the blinding light kept Hydra open. When Hydra opened his eyes again, he was still in the snowdrift. "Hey, are you still there?" Hydra's question was drowned out in the air, and there was not even a response. Hydra thought carefully about what the man had said, and it was really hard to choose. The revenge of killing his brother, the hatred of his father, whether Hydra wants to avenge it or not. Hydra's heart begins to struggle, and two villains appear.

The little man with the wings said: "Father and mother, blood brother, each of them is a big revenge, how can you not take revenge!" The little man with the fork said: "Forget it, how tiring it is to take revenge, it is better to find a place to sleep comfortably, if you are injured in the fight, how painful it will be." Hydra hesitated and didn't know who to listen to. The little man with wings began to say again: "If you are afraid, then what are you going to do on the top of the mountain!" Hydra was stunned by the words, and was speechless for a moment: "But I don't know who to assist!" "This is not an excuse!" The winged man argued.

The man with the fork also interjected and said, "That is, you don't even know who you are helping, and you still save, save what? Do you want to save the world!" "What the hell are you talking nonsense about!" The little man with wings became angry. "You're an angel, how can you burst into foul language?!" The little devil with the fork was not happy. Who knew that this angel was so domineering: "I don't just scold you, I want to beat you, I see that if you are unhappy, you will be beaten!" So, the two villains scuffled together, and they couldn't tell the winner for a while.

With a wave of his hand, Hydra dispelled the two fly-sized fantasies and fell into deep thought. "What is the purpose of my life? What can I do now that I have nine heads? What am I doing now?" Yes, Hydra really didn't know what he was doing, what he was going to do? The person who could guide him, Rin, was frozen and didn't know where he was. What is he going to do, what is he going to do, what is he really wanting?

Hydra was really stumped, he didn't expect that thinking about the future was such a heavy thing, and he couldn't breathe. The cold wind and snow kept hitting Hydra's skin, and Hydra felt the cold and lit a fire. After lighting the fire, Hydra felt warm. !! "I see!" Hydra's expression was a little excited, as if he had made a math problem that a teacher couldn't know.

Not to mention, Hydra really thought of something. That's Einstein's theory of relativity. The theory of relativity basically means that everything is corresponding. One day, one of his students asked Einstein how his theory of relativity was so difficult to understand. Albert Einstein smiled and said: If I'm with a beautiful woman, then my half hour feels very short, and if I am with a man, then I think this half hour is very long. Of course, we don't have Einstein here, but I'm going to use this topic to illustrate that everything is relative. Whether it's pain or pleasure. If you're in pain all the time, it's nothing in front of you. But if you're always happy, you won't know what true happiness is.

There is a saying: distance produces beauty. At a certain point, this sentence is the same as exercising and sleeping, and the relationship between hunger and eating. It's especially delicious to eat when you're hungry, so the real comfort is after going through the ordeal. "I'll take a corner of this world!" Hydra seemed to have realized the meaning of life. Born in sorrow and dying in peace, if life is too smooth, it will be too bumpy.

Besides, Hydra is also an ancient beast, if you don't kill people, it will be boring, since you want to kill, then you have to choose the direction of the blade, obviously Hydra has already chosen!

"Ave, wait, I'll bring you out!" Here, Hydra was referring to Rya's ice sculpture, and as for whether Ryan Ao would survive or not, it was really hard to say. It's really hard for a person to make up their minds, and it's easy to regret it, so we have to get out before we regret it, albeit letting go of what we've already decided.

Hydra put away the purple electric blue cream, maybe one day it will be used again. This snow-capped mountain is really high, at a glance, it is all white, and it is connected with the sky, and I can't see where the top of the mountain is for a while. Although Hydra didn't know where the summit was, he knew it was still far away. How far can you go, you can just walk!

Hydra staggered forward with one shallow foot in the snow. Boss, Hydra wants it. Proud of it, Hydra will also bring it back. Although Hydra is not a decent gentleman, he still knows the truth that the grace of dripping water should be repaid by the spring. No matter what the road ahead of him, he will keep going! Don't you regret it? -- regret it! But it's too late, and since I've already set out, I'll just go on.

In this mountain of snow and fire, there are corpses everywhere, and you will encounter one or two of them when you walk two steps, but fortunately Hydra can't see it, otherwise I don't know what it would be like. Ordinary ghosts can't be seen, but ghosts that have been cultivated for a certain age can be easily spotted with the naked eye. "Jingle bell~~~" The wind was mixed with the sound of jingling bells. Hydra was already quite nervous, and when he heard this voice, he immediately looked around, although he didn't say that Hydra couldn't beat them, but it was also a terrible thing to scare himself.

Hydra could hear it clearly, the source of the bell was behind him. Hydra turned his head mechanically, and an old man with a horse was standing tall behind him. Hydra doesn't think that this old man is a normal person, because in this snowy mountain, how many degrees below zero, an old man wearing a small cotton coat dares to put horses on this mountain, and there is nothing to do, the most important thing is, who will herd horses in this kind of place, isn't it nothing to look for death?

Delayed by preconceived notions, Hydra noticed the old man first, and then his horse. The old man's Marco is really incredible. The old man had three horses, the first of which was a white horse, white as frost, with ice under his hooves, and frozen waves of ice on his body, surrounded by piercing ice blades, which looked even more cruel and arrogant in the wind and snow. The second horse is a black horse, and there is nothing special about it, except that it is constantly panting for white air, as if it is very cold. This third horse is even more incredible.

I'm sleepy!