The heavy winter snow was a little earlier than usual.

The wasteland was covered in this heavy snowfall.

There were far fewer people standing on the castle tower, but Kikura was still standing there, looking at the young man.

It's just that on this day, I can't find that figure.

In the heavy snow of that night, the boy was wrapped in the snow that drifted down, and the bones of the place were also buried by the snow.

As far as the eye could see, the wasteland and the green hills in the distance were all white.

A warrior climbed the castle tower and looked out over the wasteland.

"Where's the madman?"

"Look at that snow bag, that madman is pressing down underneath."

"I don't think he's moved anymore these days, he can't be dead."

"Probably not, I heard from the gods in the city that that madman is extraordinary, even more powerful than them, I'm afraid he won't freeze to death."

"Isn't this all dead?"

"Anyway, it's been almost a year, and I don't know when I'll see the demon."

"You'd like to see a youkai?"

"yes......"

The young swordsman said, "Isn't it just to walk the rivers and lakes for the sake of knowledge? ”

The person who talked to him smiled and said, "After all, I am young, but I have to tell you well, and when the time comes, I will really see you, but don't pee your pants." ”

"Why, since they're all here, how can I be afraid."

"That's not the case, in the past nearly a year, there are many people who have come, and there are many people who have left, only the earliest predecessors who have been here for the longest time, for your younger generation, maybe this is the same as playing at home, but for us, this has determined us, and decided the life and death of tens of millions of people."

The young swordsman was very puzzled when he heard this, he still didn't understand what was terrible, how could the tens of thousands of people in this city be afraid of that little demon clan.

After all, it's still too young.

……

The green hills in the distance are also covered in heavy snow.

Qingtianyou saw the white expanse, and muttered, "Brother Chen, it's snowing again." ”

Chen Changsheng warmed a pot of tea, and his eyes looked at the small mountain bag on the wasteland.

His hand holding the teapot paused and whispered.

"Hmm."

Qing Tianyou glanced back at him and asked, "Is he still alive?" ”

Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "Not yet, but this snow may not be long before it falls." ”

Qingtianyou was in a trance.

But he opened his mouth and said, "Go early, go early, and be liberated." ”

Qingtianyou never thought that he would one day hope that a person would die.

Chen Changsheng sighed and said, "Now that the Divine Domain is rising more and more, Heaven and Earth can't wait any longer, but this kind of means can free him." ”

After hearing this, Qingtianyou paused and asked, "This snow, isn't it an accident?" ”

Chen Changsheng said: "The demon domain is so wide, why does the heavy snow only fall here?" ”

Qing Tianyou clenched his fists and said, "How can you do this!" ”

"The next work is the next work ......"

Chen Changsheng muttered, "But it can finally free him." ”

Qing Tianyou's clenched fists relaxed.

He kept his head down, his mood indescribable.

Chen Changsheng stood up, and for the first time in the years he had been on this mountain, he had gone down the mountain for the first time.

Qing Tianyou's eyes looked at this gentleman in a green shirt.

Suddenly, I felt that Brother Chen was so cold at some times, but after thinking about it, what could Brother Chen do?

Maybe he was helpless too.

Chen Changsheng walked into the white expanse.

The snow fell on Chen Changsheng's shoulders like catkins, leaving a footprint everywhere he passed.

The whistling wind passed past Chen Changsheng's ears.

He walked all the way to the hill.

The people above the tower looked up.

"Who's that?"

"How can there be people outside the city?"

"Is it human?"

Kikura's gaze fell on the green shirt.

He was stunned for a moment, remembering the figure.

"Mr. Chen......"

Kikura stretched out his hand and held the gun, while the warriors and monks on the castle tower whispered.

He vaguely seemed to guess something.

"Old Scar!"

Kikura shouted.

The old scar who was napping came to his senses, he looked at the wooden warehouse and asked, "What?" ”

Mucang turned his head and said with a solemn expression: "Whole army!" Prepare for battle! ”

Old Scar was stunned, and his eyes looked towards the wasteland.

After a few moments, he understood.

"Here we go!"

He tightened his grip on his knife and walked down the tower.

Chen Changsheng left a footprint on the wasteland.

He reached out and dusted the snow off the boy's body.

The boy's figure was revealed.

His breath was faint, and his face was even more pale.

In fact, he should have left a long time ago.

It was probably because he was crazy and forgot many things that he was able to stagnate in this wasteland for nearly a year.

People exchange demon blood, although they have the power of a big demon, but they are constantly consuming Shouyuan, and this heavy snow is like the last straw, pressing his last breath.

The young man was in a trance, he opened his eyes slightly, and in a trance, he saw a green shirt.

Chen Changsheng sat in the snow and asked softly, "Do you remember me?" ”

The boy's breath was faint and he shook his head.

He didn't seem to recognize the gentleman anymore.

But after a moment, he nodded again.

Because the person in front of him always gives him a familiar feeling.

He just can't remember.

Chen Changsheng stretched out his hand, dusted off the snow wool on his shoulders for him, and said, "You asked Chen Mou, if you die alone, can you save tens of millions of people......"

"You've really done it now."

"The Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, but in fact, Chen prefers you to become a killer, if this is the case, maybe these sufferings will not fall on you, but you are a stubborn person."

"Therefore, when it comes to benevolence, Chen is cheesy, far inferior to you."

The young man's eyes were puzzled, he didn't seem to understand what the person in front of him was saying.

The young man hesitated for a long time and asked, "What is a Buddha?" ”

Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment, he thought for a moment and said.

"...... Under Your Feet"

"It's the Buddha."

The boy's breath grew weaker and weaker, and he looked down, only to see that there was nothing under his feet.

What is a Buddha?

He thought the man in front of him was so strange.

But why didn't I resist at all?

The scene in front of the young man's eyes suddenly became a little drowsy.

He asked, "Am I going to die......?"

Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "Yes." ”

The young man's face showed a look of relief, and he said, "Dead, I can see... See old friends? ”

Chen Changsheng paused slightly, nodded and said, "Of course." ”

"Well, it's good ......"

The corners of the young man's mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a smile.

Chen Changsheng stretched out his hand and touched his head, and said, "In the next life, if you can't do it, then you will be a killer and not a monk." ”

"Kill, kill to ......"

The scene before the young man's eyes completely dimmed.

A moment before his consciousness was completely cut off, he asked the doubts in his heart.

"Kill talents... And what is it? ”

The boy collapsed in the snow.

He still didn't understand anything.