In September, the land of the Central Plains is in the autumn and spring, and the cold wind in the Eilechuan is like a knife, with the mountain peaks and the earth as a chopping board, and the knife sees the snow to harvest all things in the world.

The overwhelming snow drifts all over the world, turning all the grievances after the killing into spring water for the coming year. Under the golden mountain, after a period of jubilation, the people fell into an empty and lonely place.

This cold winter is far more difficult than before.

The night was dark, the wind was strong, and the snow was even more arrogant.

A carriage tore through the loneliness of the night like a knife, passing through the vast grassland, the horses' hooves crushing the snowflakes on the ground, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Qin Yue was wearing a snow-white mink coat and stretched out his hand to catch a piece of snowflakes floating outside the car window. The snowflakes are in the hand, and suddenly, the diamond shape of the snow turns into the softness of water, which is as delicate and gentle as nephrite.

He wiped the stiffness on his face with his hand and sighed heavily, "Under the avalanche, no snowflake is innocent. ”

The night was as dark as a tiger, and his heart had already turned from a boiling lake and sea into a dead silence like heaven and earth.

He yawned lazily, tugged at the wound on his back, let out a slight sigh of regret, and hurriedly wrapped his entire body in a thick blanket made of white tiger skin.

All the memories related to the deserted city disappeared without a trace after he was knocked unconscious.

He only knew that for one man, he killed a city.

And who this person was, he couldn't even remember the name.

The memories related to her are all on the wooden carving he carved out of throwing knives along the way.

This person, he was very sure that it was a woman, and it was so beautiful that it was hard to look at.

But he couldn't carve the eyes he wanted along the way.

The woman who jumped on the woodcut turned out to be a blind man without eyes.

After the killing, I was extremely tired.

This feeling that disgusted him extremely did not let him go along the way.

This feeling made him even more disgusted with the mountains and the territory. The reason for the indescribable seems to be extremely disgusted in his bones.

"Ahem, ahem!" Ever since he woke up, the blood in his chest had been crushing his abdomen and throat. The slightest snow wind made him cough incessantly, and it also made his face unusually sickly bloody.

When he woke up, the black knife was long gone, but fortunately he still had a carving knife at his waist and wine.

In the past, he was disdainful of those literati in Daqin, but along the way, he finally agreed with what they said: The only way to solve worries is Du Kang.

Unscrewed the flask beside him, a smell of wine blew away the indifference of the night, the blazing heat poured into his bowels, he secretly laughed, this is what makes him alive. "Sure enough, it's still the best thing."

The liquor burned from his throat to his abdomen, burning his soul.

This torment of putting himself to death and then being born made him finally a little more energetic, and he picked up the carving knife again, looked at the unfinished woodcut, and the tearing pain in his brain came again.

He gritted his teeth and endured it, and after a while, sweat broke out on his forehead, and the strength of his hands continued to carve towards the eyes on the woodcut.

One knife, two knives, three knives, pieces of sawdust flew down, and the knife was carved in the eyebrow frame, but it was cut on his body and soul like a knife cutting flesh.

The chilling pain was like torture.

When the last knife was crossed, the woodcut was finally scrapped again.

"Shh

"Phew!"

Almost as he let out a sigh of defeat, the carriage came to a halt abruptly, followed by a sword wind coming from the west. The warm bed girl who was waiting for him to eat and drink Lazar all the way drank softly, bounced up from the frame suddenly, waved the whip in his hand, and then rolled it suddenly, so that he could knock the knife wind down.

Throwing knives again.

The girl's face was extremely ugly. "How many times has this been, and it's endless! You have the ability to do it with your mother, sneaky bastard! ”

Seeing Qin Yue jumping off the carriage, she turned around, her face sank, and she had a lot of hatred and hatred, and asked in a hateful voice, why didn't you make a move?

Qin Yue looked at the end of the night from afar, the sound of disappearing, the corners of his mouth curled, he smiled slightly, like a light flashing through the night, and snorted, "I've killed enough people, I don't want to kill anymore." You said I killed a city. ”

She said that she warmed his bed, but she never saw her warm his bed along the way.

Her words, though aggressive, were believed by him.

Otherwise, he would have fallen to the ground as early as he passed out.

The girl jumped to her feet in anger, and it was this sentence again.

She secretly felt annoyed, if she had known this, she should not have told him why he was hurt.

Seeing Qin Yue holding the carved woodcut in her hand, her face suddenly changed greatly, and she hurriedly stopped him and said, Don't ask me again, I really don't know who she is, and I don't know what she looks like.

"You carved back and forth, don't you think you're carving me?"

"Oh, is it? It's you again! Then I'd better bury her. ”

"Are you still finished?" The girl bared her teeth, she hated him the most.

Every time he buried it, she felt like she was going to die again, and her heart was colder.

She scolded secretly in her heart, "Does the old lady make you so unwelcome?" The old lady is not ugly! Thanks to my mother, you've been serving you all the way, you white-eyed wolf with no conscience! Stinky man! ”

It's just that she scolded in her heart, every time she waited for Qin Yue to bury her, she always found an opportunity to take it out and hide it secretly.

His heart is dead, but hers is alive.

She would never allow her life to be buried in the barren mountains and snow, and even if she became a ghost in the future, she would rather be able to bury herself in the valley of flowers like most young girls. In this way, even if she is dead, she smells fragrant, and her life is beautiful.

There are too many unwilling hearts in life, but most people are powerless to change.

Although she is arrogant, she can only be like this.

From the beginning, her life was his.

I can't help it, I can only bear it.

As she was accustomed to seeing it, Qin Yue found a slightly higher pile of rocks, picked up a piece of snow, and buried the woodcut again.

She scolded secretly with disdain, why don't you just set up a chastity monument for her! Let those wild men in the past also come to see if her ghost appearance is really so fascinating to men.

"Miserable, I think I'm amorous, but I'm not bullshit! If you really have true love, why bother to kill her! ”

The snow was still falling, and Qin Yue stood in front of the newly buried grave in a daze.

The cold wind was like a knife, but he didn't realize it at the moment.

His demented gaze seemed to wander beyond the snowy grassland. Every time he buried a woodcut, he seemed to have one less piece of sinful karma on his body. He even secretly rejoiced that he had made this decision in a flash of inspiration.

"Who you are, I really don't care. Because the more I can't remember what you look like, the more I feel like you're living like a fairy. Qin Yue's hands were quickly frozen red, and his feet were a little numb, and he reluctantly retracted his eyes from afar, muttering to himself.

"Neuropathy again!"

"This fool!" Although she hated him for too long, she still pitied him in her heart.

walked straight to his side, pulled him, and scolded sharply, and the pestle is still used as a mallet here? Go back to the carriage! It became typhoid fever, and it became a mother's thing!

As he spoke, he grabbed Qin Yue and threw him into the carriage.

Turning around and taking advantage of Qin Yue's inattention, he hurriedly bent down, pulled out the woodcut buried in the snow, and stuffed the snow and soil into his arms, his face was a little proud, "The more you bury, the faster the old lady will dig it out." ”

Before, she secretly glanced at the woodcut, and the dead man's craftsmanship became more and more exquisite, and there were seven points to the bone. It's a pity that he still doesn't want to carve into her appearance, especially those eyes, which are still blind.

In a hurry, she hurriedly stomped her foot and leveled the grave, and then turned over and got on her horse.

"Oh, yes! Do you think the knife is still coming? ”

Coldly, Qin Yue suddenly lifted the curtain of the car, poked his head out and asked.

She was startled, and said in a weak heart, are you sick, ordinary people are afraid that they can't hide, but you are better to remember the assassin!

Qin Yue was a little disappointed and said, you said that if he didn't come, how lonely it would be on the way!

"That's why you're reluctant to make a move along the way?" She was dumbfounded.

"Yes, there is not even a living person in this desert wilderness. If he doesn't come, it's too boring. Next time, don't react so fast! You're scaring people. Next time he comes back, let him have some drinks with me, I want to talk to him! ”

Seeing that she was still confused, Qin Yue said, being able to be remembered shows that your life is very meaningful! This is a kind of happiness that you should cherish!

If it had been her, she would have scolded him loudly for being a psychopath. But after walking for more than half a month, the goshawks and beasts along the way were killed by her, and they all entered his and her stomachs. Perhaps it was because of the murderous spirit that those hungry beasts fled and did not want to approach the mysterious carriage again. So much so that in the last few hunts, it took her a long time to get food.

The idiot either fell asleep drunken or focused on his woodcuts and barely accosted her. She drove the carriage in a boring way, and the more she went, the more she felt that she had embarked on a path contrary to that of the King of Qin.

The more I walked, the farther I went, the more I felt small.

She thought about it, what this fool said seemed to have some truth, and immediately said softly, Okay, next time I'll let him shoot a few more knives!

The hunters on the grassland seem to boil eagles like this.

"Yunduo, you can actually try to warm my bed for me. Then your life will be complete, and I will not be so lonely. Qin Yue deliberately teased.

"I think you're beautiful!" She blushed in exasperation and spat on him. I also scolded secretly in my heart, thanks to the old lady's reserve, otherwise it would be too late to cry. None of this man is a good thing. The old lady sacrificed her life to protect you, but you still think about the old lady's body. Phew!

But soon, she figured it out again. He did it on purpose, he was mocking her, and he guessed that he had already discovered her secretly digging woodcuts. Along the way, she actually gave him a chance. But he didn't even look at it. "Duplicity, bastard! There are eggs but no guts! ”

Turning her head, she remembered his words, and the thought of the assassin being driven mad by them made her heart suddenly open and happy.

"Drive! Drive! Drive! Go to the North Mountain! ”

She deliberately shouted loudly, guiding the route to the assassin hiding in the shadows.