Heaven and earth are silver-white, only silver-white.

The wind has not stopped, and the snow has not stopped.

The stone statue was silent, and the stone statue faced the biting cold wind, and the stone statue walked forward.

There is no ancient road ahead, and the stiff, indifferent, and ruthless ancient road has long been submerged, submerged alive by ice and snow, and submerged invisibly.

Even if ice and snow can submerge everything, it cannot drown the loneliness and emptiness between heaven and earth.

The body of the lifeless stone statue trembled even more violently, as if it had been tormented by the loneliness and emptiness and would fall down and die at any time.

Even though his body is violently shaky and violently unstable, his hands are extremely stable, steady and calm, calm and gentle, and the end of gentleness is not affection?

If the heart of the duelist is affectionate? Isn't it going to soften? Becoming unkillable?

His person is still very stable, so the willow ecstasy in his arms is also very stable, and the body of the willow ecstasy does not tremble at all.

The biting cold wind and snow did not make her succumb, not at all.

Perhaps her body has been completely tormented by loneliness and emptiness, and the torture is almost powerless, only to open her eyes with effort and despair, staring at everything in the world, and also nostalgic for everything in the world.

Everything in the world is beautiful, great, sacred, and brilliant.

There was no trace of grief, grief, or pain in her eyes.

The sky is forested, and the color of loneliness gradually becomes more intense.

Thousands of miles of snow are flying, and the cold wind is howling and singing.

Liu's gaze gradually shrank back from the sky, and gradually it was satisfied, her heart, her soul was satisfied.

Her life was also fulfilled.

When her gaze fell on Wusheng's cheeks, it became indescribably pity, sympathy, and sourness.

Wusheng suddenly stood up like a stone statue, put Liu Ecstasy down, and stared at her face.

There was no trace of blood on her face, not a trace of blood on her face, the one that was close to death.

Liu ecstasy stared at him, as if he was struggling and unwilling in his eyes.

What is she struggling with? And don't want anything?

Wusheng sighed, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand, slowly pressing it against her body.

At the same time that his hand was attached to the body of the willow ecstasy, the body shook even more violently, shaking like the willow branch under the cold wind, not only shaking out all the strength of the body, as if it was going to shatter the soul.

Liu was speechless, as if he was speechless, the struggling and unwilling color in his eyes was even stronger, and even the thick tears had slipped down.

She didn't speak, not without words.

Speaking does not necessarily use the mouth, some people will speak with laughter, sneering, laughing, sneering, laughing, laughing crazy, laughing crazy, ......sometimes tears will speak, and the words spoken may be more true and touching than all the words combined.

Wusheng seems to have heard it, and it is as if it has not heard.

When her cheeks gradually appeared red and shiny, she slowly said word by word, and she only said two words.

"Don't."

The cold wind was still howling, and people could be heard wailing, crying, scolding, and cursing in the distance......

If a swordsman's heart is broken, even if he is alive, it is no different from being dead.

Perhaps if a person's heart dies, he will become indifferent to everything in the world, unwilling to care, and too lazy to care.

The empty body was almost empty, and there was nothing.

Is such a man no longer a man, but a beast and a monster,......。

The empty eyes suddenly stared and poked into the distance like a spear, what is the distance?

Thousands of miles of snow are falling, and a person who is not a human is already struggling to roll over.

The heart has been wasted, the sword has been broken, the murderous spirit is forever, the killing machine is forever gone, and the killing intent is forever ......gone.

This person is Xue Bing.

His body was not murderous, but it was resentful.

Xue Bing swayed over in the cold wind and ice, pounced on Wusheng, as if he was going to pounce him to death, and pounced desperately like a beast pounced on a lamb.

He no longer has a sword in his hand, because it doesn't matter whether he has a sword in his hand or not, because the heart of a swordsman is wasted, even if he has a sword in his hand, it is equivalent to a dead sword, and a dead sword cannot kill people.

Resentment, resentment, and resentment have drifted out of his eyes.

Is he resentful of lifelessness? Why not kill yourself? Why don't you let yourself die like a swordsman?

Wusheng gently put Liu Ecstasy in the snow, she was already struggling and rolling on the cold, merciless snow, Yang Qing jumped up, had reached her, and helped her up.

Every corner of her body was extremely delicate, weak, and ecstatic, enough to make most lonely prodigal sons fall in love and heat.

Xue Bing had fallen to life, they didn't talk when they met, and they didn't have to speak.

Only with your hands, with your mouth.

People are already tumbling, and the two famous characters in the rivers and lakes have become wild dogs at this time.

The wild dog can only bite people, gritting his teeth without life, clenching his teeth tightly, as if he is unwilling to bite, as if he is already enduring others to bite him.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and stared at Xue Bing, silent and unmoving.

Liu Yishen had suddenly grasped her hand, and the color of pity, sympathy, and concern in his eyes was even stronger.

Not speaking seems to be more effective and practical than speaking.

Yang Qing nodded, "It's okay, everything will be fine, don't worry." ”

This sentence was often said to her by Wusheng, but now she suddenly said it involuntarily, and a touch of warmth floated in her heart inexplicably.

She smiled and stared at the willow ecstasy, gently leaving her alone in the cold, unforgiving snow.

Yang Qing suddenly pounced on Xue Bing, pounced on Xue Bing's neck, and suddenly bit hard.

Xue Bing's body suddenly shook a few times as stiffly as a puppet, and slowly returned to calm, forever calm.

Yang Qing gasped and suddenly fell, as if she had been completely frightened by the self just now, and kept shaking.

Wusheng gasped, struggled to stand up, stared at Xue Bing, and in his motionless eyes, there was vague indescribable resentment and resentment, as if he was still resentful and resentful.

Why not kill yourself? Why did you break the heart of your swordsman and kill him?

He couldn't say it anymore, but Wusheng seemed to feel it all the time.

The icy cold wind fluttered, and the snow fell for thousands of miles.

Standing upright like a lifeless stone statue, walking towards Yang Qing like a stone statue, walking past Yang Qing, and walking towards Liu Ecstasy.

Yang Qing didn't move, staring at Wusheng quietly, quietly staring at Wusheng walking towards Liu Ecstasy, helping Liu Ecstasy, and then hugging him in his arms.

Her heart seemed to have been struck by this scene, and it hurt so much.

She didn't stand up, as if she was in too much pain to get up.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, the stone statue trembled, the stone statue faced her, stared at her.

He didn't speak, as if he didn't have to.

Just staring quietly, as if waiting.

Yang Qing struggled to her feet and walked towards him.

Wusheng took off her cloak and slapped her body, she wanted to resist, but to no avail.

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, and suddenly laughed with a "poof".

Her smile is like a plum blossom suddenly born in the snow, indescribably proud, colorful, and charming.

Wusheng didn't smile, and gently wiped the blood from her lips.

Yang Qing stared at the stone statue-like body and shook slightly, as if it was an amorous girl staring at the overly satisfied shaking of her beloved Langjun.

"I just ......."

Wusheng stroked her hair and cheeks, "You're just so brave." ”

"Did I look like a tigress just now?"

There is no life, neither acknowledgment nor denial.

"It doesn't scare you."

Wusheng stared at her eyes, her eyes vaguely showing fear.

He nodded slightly.

"Do you care about me?"

Speechless, staring at her cheek.

The smile on his cheeks had faded and stiffened.

"Didn't you take me to heart?"

Silent without life.

The cold wind flew through like a knife, and wisps of sour and sad were gradually cut on his cheeks.

Yang Qing was silent.

Have they reached the end of their sentence? If you don't want to speak, do you want to part, separate?

Yang Qing stared at the lifeless body, then took off the cloak and draped it over the body of Liu Ecstasy, without speaking.

The head will not go forward.

Wusheng sighed deeply, staring at her departing back, without hindrance or speaking.

She faced the cold, merciless wind and snow, walking, but also lonely and lonely.

When a woman is emotionally hit, is it easy to become unreasonable? Don't want to talk more?

Yang Qing stared at the sky, the sky didn't speak, only snow.

seems to be sharing her loneliness and loneliness.

The wind and snow gradually became more violent and intense, and she gradually became weaker, and gradually lowered her head, and then suddenly fell into the snow.

A person quietly grieves and weeps.

Is she hating lifeless? Why doesn't Hate Wusheng have a little human flavor? Why not leave yourself? Why not hold yourself in your arms?

Maybe a woman who has been emotionally hit will become arrogant and unreasonable.

She's no exception.

At this moment, she suddenly had a feeling, a feeling that was born on the edge of countless lives and deaths.

She was already feeling the danger.

She had sensed the danger not far away, and had come quietly towards her, walking very lightly, so light that there was no sound.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and didn't move, she was already waiting, her body had gradually become stable, and she was already waiting.

No matter what kind of danger it is, you have to face and solve it alone.

Just when the feeling of danger intensified, she suddenly turned around, and when she turned around, she saw a pitch-black leopard pounce on her.

Then she suddenly fell, struggled to get up, and suddenly fell again.

Everything I saw was hazy, but I could vaguely see a man pulling the leopard away, rolling in the snow.

The leopard hissed, but the man did not move.

......。

Who is this person? Is it lifeless?

Her train of thought had gradually faded and faded.

Wusheng was already gasping for breath, pushing the leopard that was pressing on its body away.

He struggled to stand up, struggled to Yang Qing, slowly picked her up, and suddenly fell down again, fell down and struggled to stand up again, standing up like a stone statue.

The cold wind was like a knife, and the knife cut every wound on his body, and the pain was almost devastating and dead.

But he didn't die, he didn't break down.

There seems to be a kind of person in the world, no matter what kind of difficulties and dangers he encounters, he will not easily give up the opportunity to live.