The woman still had a broken bow in her hand, and he could tell it was her own.

It was very quiet in the house. He gradually calmed down, taking a closer look at his surroundings.

The snowy night continued, and it seemed that his strength and vigilance had not diminished in the slightest. It was a long night, and he let out a long breath as he looked at the shadows outside the window.

Overall, it seems that at the moment, he has indeed gotten rid of the killing machine.

That group of people, the martial arts are really amazing. Compared to the masters in their hometowns, their strength is different, and they are even more powerful.

When he thought of his hometown, his eyebrows and eyes showed helplessness, incomprehension and anger.

After being in exile for a while, he had actually figured it out. Since the day of his father's collapse, he and his brothers may no longer have brotherly affection.

It's just that he didn't think about it at first. Since he fled to sea, he avoided strife. There were even some of his brethren who were intent on cutting him down to the roots.

Of course, he understood their considerations. Since he was the eldest son and the most respected by his father, he did have to get rid of it for the other brothers.

Even though he repeatedly pleaded, he had no intention of taking over the throne. For them, as long as they are alive, they are a threat that must be removed.

Thinking of this, he endured the severe pain and slowly got up.

- Even if it costs nothing, find the master of this foreign land to snipe and kill yourself.

It's ridiculous to think about it now.

However, his thoughts were interrupted at this point. Because of his gaze, he suddenly noticed the clothes that did not belong to him hanging at his feet.

The warmth remains. The thick dress made his heartstrings move slightly.

His gaze quickly shifted to the woman.

Just now...... It should have been her who saved herself.

She was still leaning against the corner, her chest heaving slightly. She was still at a loss about his awakening.

His lips twitched slightly. Looking at his savior, he had a strange impulse flowing in his heart at this moment.

A faint, scented scent of the scent of a memory of the past, alternating with the warm haystack behind him, whipped his senses. Aches and pains and exhaustion still echoed in his body, but he didn't want to lie down.

Instead, he slowly stood up.

The cold wind carried the snow and still "poofed" against the walls and windows. The voices outside were noisy and quiet, and everything in my ears was a little unreal.

He moved his fingers slowly. The stiffness of his joints seemed to have just been resurrected, but it made him feel happy for no reason.

No matter what. In this final escape, he survived.

And if he survives, it means victory.

I didn't know the preciousness of life, but I can only cherish it at this moment. He remembered the poetry he had studied, and he had not liked to depict heroic epics, but he recognized the heroism of life in them; He was nostalgic for the magnificence of the Langlang steppes and galloping horses, but sometimes he thought that the praise of life was too redundant.

Originally, he had always thought so. But what really changed him was not his previous hometown, but the small dilapidated house in this corner of this strange land.

He felt a little ridiculous in his heart, but he gradually couldn't laugh anymore.

Will there be a grassland like my hometown? Will there be that poetic and upbeat heavenly clouds? Not to mention the long poems and songs rooted in his homeland, without which he would not be himself.

He...... Do you want to go back?

But even he thought so. Can the land he cherished and loved in the past still tolerate him?

There was a wave of sorrow and bitterness in my heart. It seems that even if you survive, you can't avoid some troubles, and it's not easy either.

However, at this moment, a whispered murmur in a dream attracted his attention.

Turn your head to look. He almost forgot that there was another person in this room.

He felt sorrow in his heart, and he stopped thinking about those things. Creeping closer to her, he wanted to get a closer look at the lone woman.

She didn't wake up. The slender eyelashes were still closed peacefully, just like the nun he remembered.

The aromatic smell came from her, and he unconsciously touched the tip of his nose.

After thinking about it, he picked up the dress that belonged to her and gently covered her body.

Then, as if he was afraid of waking some elf, he crouched down slightly, not making a sound. At this moment, he was even extremely cautious in his breathing, and his gaze slowly and reluctantly slid down her forehead inch by inch.

Such a woman...... Saved him.

His throat moved slightly, and he let out a low moan.

This woman's appearance really made him unable to take his eyes off, and he was completely stunned.

As a stranger, although he has never seen many stunning beauties here, the feeling given to him by the person in front of him seems to surpass all the beautiful things he has seen in his life.

Hugh has to mention what he has seen during this time, even when he is in his hometown and has a noble status, everything he has seen seems to be inferior to the woman in front of him, which makes his heart warm.

She is still unaware of external affairs. Gently breathing in the warm air, her face was serene, revealing a unique and elegant beauty, just like the spring river dripping in the south of the Yangtze River, and stained with some natural carvings.

The jade-like complexion he had rarely seen in his hometown. The women there were all enthusiastic, with flushed cheeks and white skin, as white as fresh paper, without the slightest layer of concealment.

And she is different.

He could feel his heart beating faster. The blood in his body, which was rooted in his homeland, wanted to spew out, but he restrained it.

However, his gaze was still reluctant to take his eyes off her.

Looking closely, this woman's appearance is really a little similar to those local pursuers, it seems that it is because of this land, but it is different from herself.

When it comes to her clothes...... He paused slightly.

He quickly noticed that she was wearing two pieces of clothing, which did not appear to be worn by civilians. With such a soft and bright dress, what kind of family background does this woman have?

He was confined to his ignorance of the local civilization and soon couldn't think of it. Maybe she was the daughter of some local gentry, or something else—but, if so, why did she live alone in such a humble place on such a snowy night?

This was an interesting discovery for him.

Naturally, he had no way of knowing where this was. But as far as he can remember, the boundless snowy fields here must be very desolate.

- Could it be that she is really an angel sent by God to save her life?

The thought flashed through his misty mind, and even made him hesitate. He pinched his face a few times and raised his hand to touch the walls around him, making sure it was all completely real.