"One day 100,000 years ago, my brother and I, as well as my White Tiger Guards, were sent by the Snow Emperor to fight against your Underworld Guards, but who would have ......"

Bai Ninghan said in a reminiscent tone, and the past of that day unconsciously appeared in his mind.

On that day, he rushed to the battlefield with his only relative, his younger brother, the Ghost Valley sent by the Snow Emperor, and several White Tiger warriors and his own guards.

On that day, he chatted freely with his brother beside him, and his mood was indescribably happy, as if he was not going to war, but to a banquet, and everyone knew that this was a real war, a war destined to be miserable, and it was impossible for an idle person to come back alive.

But Bai Ninghan is not an idle person, with his strength, as long as he doesn't meet a character like Hades, even if he can't win, he can completely retreat, according to reliable news, this war Hades will not appear, so he is so understated.

But he didn't know that it was because he had let his guard down excessively that he had caused something he regretted.

"Brother, this time we are going to war again."

A little boy with short silver hair, wearing a blue armor, and a slightly childish face, blinked his cute big eyes and looked at the man in white beside him.

Let's say that this man in white, a handsome face as white as snow, melon seed face with bright eyes, his eyes are as clear as water, and he looks at the little boy with a soft smile on his face, presumably this is the little boy's brother, I saw that he was wearing white armor like ice, but he was not wearing a helmet, so he did not cover his head.

He has long silver-white hair, and the wind blows, blowing his long silver-white hair fluttering in the wind, with his handsome face, giving people a sense of freedom and ease.

There was an icy aura around him, but it was not cold, but very soft.

This appearance, this momentum, is exactly the same as Bai Ninghan, it is not that he is Bai Ninghan, that's right, he is Bai Ninghan, but it was 100,000 years ago.

"Hehe, brother, yes, what, don't you want to go?"

Bai Ninghan smiled softly.

"It's not like that, I'm happy with my brother, but ......"

The little boy said in a hurry, looking like he wanted to say something.

"But what?"

Bai Ninghan asked.

"I don't like war, war has taken so many innocent lives, and if it weren't for war, our parents wouldn't be ......"

At the end, the little boy bowed his head sadly, as if to remind him of something unpleasant.

"Good, Xiaofeng, don't be sad."

Bai Ninghan sighed, but still said with a gentle smile.

"Brother, I'm so scared, one day, if you are also gone, what should I do?

You're my only relative in the world, brother, can you promise me, no matter what?

You have to live well, always accompany me, and don't leave me."

Xiao Feng blinked his cute big eyes, looked at Bai Ninghan with begging eyes and said.

Bai Ninghan was stunned, and then, regardless of the fact that there were still many people around him, he squatted down and opened his arms to hold the weak Xiaofeng in his arms.

He leaned his head on Xiao Feng's weak shoulder, and said gently: "Well, Xiao Feng has grown up, my only younger brother, my brother promised you that no matter when and where, my brother will accompany you and will not leave you."

"Brother... Brother".

Xiaofeng was moved to tears, his brother's warm embrace made him feel very relieved every time, and he didn't need to say anything, which already made him very satisfied.

Xiao Feng actually didn't know that when he and Bai Ninghan's parents died on the battlefield.

Bai Ninghan looked at Xiao Feng's body trembling with pain and tearful face, he had secretly sworn in his heart:

In this life, he must let his younger brother live this life happily, even if he wants him to give his life, he is willing, as long as his younger brother is happy, he will be happy.

(To be continued)