Not all first sights will be good, but all first sights will be nostalgic.

Wei Xiaodao hugged Su Xiaomei's corpse, and he pulled out the feather arrows behind her one by one and threw them aside. The snowflakes kept falling, and they would melt away when they first fell on Su Xiaomei's cheeks, but slowly kissed her cheeks like flower petals.

Su Xiaomei at this moment is very beautiful, if it weren't for the dazzling red all over her body, it would feel like she was just asleep.

Wei Xiaodao watched Su Xiaomei's face gradually be covered by fine snowflakes, and gently dusted it.

It is said that soon after death, people's faces will gradually become hideous. But Wei Xiaodao felt that Su Xiaomei would not, because Su Xiaomei was a kind person.

Even if it would, it didn't matter, because Su Xiaomei's smile had been imprinted in his heart.

He cried, just silently sobbing. He didn't dare to make a sound, because the old knife had said that a man can only bleed.

But tears still couldn't help but overflow from the corners of his eyes, and at first they were hot as if they were burned by his inner emotions. It's just that when it slides off his face, it becomes cold again, just like reality.

Wei Xiaodao hugged Su Xiaomei tightly into his arms, and then slowly, for fear of waking her up, he kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Immediately afterwards, he let Su Xiaomei's body sit on the overturned carriage. He took a few deep breaths to calm his body, which was trembling with grief.

After his body stopped trembling, he turned his head to look at Su Xiaomei, who seemed to be asleep, and said, "Huangquan is far away, wait for me!"

After saying that, Wei Xiaodao suddenly got up and stood in the wind and snow with the broken knife in his hand!

He glanced at the corpses, which were gradually covered in snow, and thought to himself, "The snow is getting heavier again."

Just now, there was still a lot of people here, fighting each other to the death, but now the sound is lonely like a ghost domain.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the direction of the city gate, the sound of iron boots on the ground.

Wei Xiaodao raised his eyes and looked towards the city gate, and saw a group of Northern Court armor soldiers coming forward.

The leader was none other than Liu Liu, the commander of the vanguard outpost of the Northern Court. Captain Dahe Xiancheng and the prince of the Northern Court, Xiuchuan, stood on his left and right.

Wei Xiaodao saw them, and they also saw Wei Xiaodao.

"I respect the righteous people of Kwai City, as long as you abandon the sword, heaven and earth will follow you!"

Liu Liu shouted to the young man standing in the snow in front of him, he really admired the people of Kwai City, so he didn't want to kill the last person in Kwai City.

The young man standing in the snow, standing in blood, smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

He smiled beautifully, like the warm spring sun.

Snowflakes fell, and a young man like a spring day shouted: "I am a Kwai Cheng Shi, and I die as a Kwai Cheng ghost!"

"The people of Kwai City are not afraid of death!"

"The ghost of Aoi City, defend the land and requiem!"

Wei Xiaodao stood alone on the street, looking a little lonely, but his voice was loud, and the spirit in his words was even more like a sword breaking through the sky and going straight to the Nine Heavens and Seven Heavens!

After that, there is nothing more to say.

He looked back at Su Xiaomei for the last time, whispered "wait for me" in his mouth again, and rushed forward with a knife.

The realm of willow and willow is high, and Wei Xiaodao is dead and alive.

But it doesn't matter, Aoi Castle has always only had ghosts who died in battle, and there were no people who escaped!

Zuo Meng took a step forward, but was stopped by Liu Liu's outstretched hand. He looked at Zuo Meng and said, "I'll send him!"

Liu Liu didn't want others to do it, for Beiting, warriors were worthy of respect, whether it was an enemy or his own.

Although Xiuchuan is the prince, the commander of this army is Liu Liu, so he is the highest commander here.

Farewell warriors by the supreme commander of the army is a tradition of the Northern Court army.

Therefore, Shukawa did not move. Zuo Meng didn't know, and took a step forward before he was stopped by Liu Liu.

Wei Xiaodao didn't care about this, he held the broken knife man even halfway.

Heaven and earth are vast, and the afterlife continues. Life and death are boundless, and they are not forgotten.

"If there is an afterlife, may you have no worries. If there is an afterlife, may there be no war in Kwai City. ”

The heart is dead, and the chest is without courage. The pond is like stagnant water, and there is not a single black carp swimming.

Wei Xiaodao forced his last breath and swept forward. Liu Liu had already drawn the saber from his waist, and the boy saw his death.

He wasn't afraid, he just smiled like a spring sun.

The snowflakes fall silently, and do not stop because of anyone's death.

But they are so small and small that many times they can't control themselves. All it takes is a slight breeze between heaven and earth to change their original trajectory.

For example, at this moment, a sword shot out of thin air. The snowflakes that were still falling quietly in mid-air were usually pulled by the line, and all of them shot in the direction of the willows.

At the same time, Wei Xiaodao's chest flew backwards as if it had been hit by a hammer. He felt that his collar was grabbed, and then a strong force came, and Wei Xiaodao was pulled by this force and quickly withdrew.

He was holding on to his last breath, but he was powerless to resist at the moment, so he could only watch Liu Liu swing his knife to disperse the wind and snow, and watch himself get farther and farther away from death.

And there was no joy of salvation in his heart, and there was no doubt as to who had done it. He just kept muttering, "Huangquan is far away, you have to wait for me."

"Old knife, little sister ......"

"Huangquan is far away, you have to wait for me to ......"

"Old knife, little sister ......"

Liu Liu drew his knife to block the sudden knife and scattered the wind and snow in the sky.

"Not to mention that there are five realms!"

Xiuchuan's realm is not high, but his eyesight is excellent. He just glanced at it from a distance and said the realm of the comer.

Zuo Meng wanted to lead someone to pursue, but after listening to Xiu Chuan's words, the hand that had been raised stopped in mid-air awkwardly.

Liu Liu glanced at him and smiled, and then said, "General Zuo, clean up and let's go directly to the Duhu Mansion." ”

Wei Xiaodao is just a Kwai Cheng remnant, and he has no impact on the overall situation. Compared to Wei Xiaodao, controlling Big River City is the top priority.

Looking into the distance again, Liu Liu left some people to control the North City Gate, and then led the others towards the Mobei Capital Protectorate.

In the corridor of the city gate, Lin Shuo was covered in injuries and sat against the wall. His knife was full of gaps, and he tossed it aside.

In front of him, a group of Beiting armor soldiers poured into the city with neat steps.

These people have horns on their heads, dark red lines on their skin are hidden from time to time, and what is wrapped under the wolf's skin is not armor, but if you look closely, you can see that it is the cuticle that resembles the carapace of an insect.

These people didn't care about Lin Shuo, they just walked forward in silence.

Lin Shuo didn't care about them, he didn't have the strength anymore.

But none of this matters, because today Lin Shuo can be regarded as picking up a life, and he also has a deeper understanding of Lin Wan'er's ruthlessness and ruthlessness.

He kind of got it. Everything is just a game.

Count Fubo, count the side branch of the Mobei Forest Department, count the Mobei Duhu, count Suning, count Su Xiaomei.

With all he knew, he knew so much. Lin Wan'er still has how much arrangement, he really doesn't know. But he knew that neither he nor Wei Xiaodao were among them.

Lin Shuo turned his head, glanced at the gradually growing snowflakes outside the city gate, sighed with a wry smile and said, "They are all rootless flowers, and they can't be smelled when they land." ”