"Knock, knock!"

The sky is full of snow, the eyes are very numerous, the clouds are thick, and the thunder is wild.

Shimmering and thundering, flowing through the heavens and the earth, tempering all things, and turning silver into silver.

He came to the sound of hurried footsteps, one by one, like a hell soul drum, and Huangquan opened the way.

The figure staggering forward, step by step, blood flowers in any place, fighting for the death of the god of death.

A woman looked flustered, holding a baby in her arms, as if she was escaping the indescribable fear behind her, and her original white clothes were now stained blood red by the wound in her abdomen.

It was a long, deep wound that tore with every step she tore, and each time it tore it was an unbearable pain.

This pain dragged her steps, but she couldn't stop, because once it stopped, her life would also end.

But the Grim Reaper waved his sickle, and how could he let it go, and the blood that had passed, bringing bouts of vertigo, unfocused eyes, ignoring a tree root that poked out of the ground from the soles of her feet, and the woman's body hung and fell heavily to the ground.

"Da, da"

The woman fell, she was about to stand up, and suddenly there was a heavy footstep behind her, not in a hurry, not slowly, but like a yin Cao door opening, like a demon hibernating, gradually approaching the sound, every step seemed to step on the woman's already overwhelmed heart, the snow bright knife dragged in the red snow, making a sound, a terrible and piercing wail!

"Please, spare my ...... Child. ”

The woman hugged the baby in her arms tightly, praying with her last strength, her dilated pupils could not see the surrounding scene clearly, only soaked in red and white, filling the heavens and the earth.

What is surprising is that under such turbulence, the child still sleeps soundly, and his face is carved in pink and jade, just like a porcelain doll.

But no matter how good the porcelain doll is, how can it be against the fierce beast and ghost, the person standing is ruthless, speechless, speechless, and the blade raised high falls down, which is the judgment of life and death.

The woman closed her eyes, she was desperate, she didn't dare to imagine the next scene, even the moonlight was covered by a dark cloud, she couldn't bear to look at it anymore, only the wind and snow tightened, the wind bleer.

But at this time, the killer's eyes were extremely excited, the process of depriving his life was often accompanied by endless money and enjoyment, and he was already imagining what he looked like when he was immersed in the gentle country, red makeup, fine wine and satin, how wonderful, how ecstasy.

But this time, it was unexpected.

The sword light fell, and instead of splashing blood, it brought a spicy and pungent smell, and it was not a head that was severed, but a gourd filled with spirits.

The poor woman was unconscious from blood loss and exhaustion, and the Assassin withdrew his knife and stared at the snow in front of him.

In the snowstorm, there was already a person standing.

It was a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, wearing a coarse cloth robe and a purple coat, which looked like an old pedant of Luotuo, and his out-of-tune clothes made him look awkward and ugly.

Not only did others find it ugly, but he himself seemed to be dissatisfied, and his expression seemed to say why people like himself were afraid of the cold of this wind and snow.

The middle-aged man looked at the coat on his body, took it off and threw it on the ground, and in a few breaths it was covered by the snow.

This series of movements was ordinary and simple, just a little sharper than ordinary people, but the killer felt that his hands were trembling, and he couldn't stop shaking.

He is thirty years old this year, he has killed people for twelve years, and in these twelve years, since the day he first saw blood, his hand has not shaken even a little, which is also the point of his pride, but today, in front of such a man like Hanako, he can't even hold his knife tightly.

"That only says one thing. ”

His nerves, tempered by blood, told him that the fallen Jianghu man in front of him was the most terrible enemy he had ever faced in his life.

This battle will also be the most dangerous battle in his life.

The wind and snow are still there, wetting the clothes, falling on the eyebrows, melting by the body temperature, and then condensed by the cold wind.

The killer felt very uncomfortable with the stickiness on his face, but he didn't dare to wipe it, because he knew that this was a competition of endurance, and if he couldn't bear it, it would be the moment of victory and defeat.

"Ahem, ahem"

The killer didn't move, but the pedant in front of him coughed violently, he covered his throat with his hand, but he couldn't help but bend down because of the cold wind.

"Here's your chance!"

The killer said in his heart, his knife was already excited, because even a blind man could see that the old pedant of the fallen extension would no longer have the strength to dodge at this time. He was like a piece of meat on a cutting board, and the killer could end his life with a single stab.

But he didn't make a move, but stiffly listened as the coughing gradually stopped, and gradually straightened up in front of him.

"Why don't you do it?" the middle-aged man asked with a final cough of two ends.

yes, why not get your hands dirty?

He had asked himself this question countless times in his mind, but each time, he had only one answer.

Shoot and you'll die!

This is obviously an extremely ridiculous and unspeakable answer.

At this moment, it seems that even breathing has stopped.

"Let's go. "Don't kill again, lest you end up like me, that's my advice." ”

The pedant no longer paid attention to the killer, but looked at the child in the snow.

"Let's go?"

The killer realized that the pedant had made a mistake, a fatal mistake, that he would not go, and the knife was still in his hand.

This knife condensed all his essence and spirit, this knife was his only chance, the knife light flashed, as fast as thunder, but it was silent, not even the flying snow, did not stir up the slightest bit.

In the face of such a terrible blade, the middle-aged man did not move, and even he may not know that danger is coming, the killer's eyes once again glowed with a hideous light, and the expected scene would eventually appear like fate, but the next moment, the light disappeared without a trace like an incense that was extinguished.

"Alas. ”

He sighed softly, he couldn't say many grievances, he couldn't cry for hundreds of generations, and thousands of emotions turned into a tear and fell into the world.

"What's the bother. ”

The deviating blade only took away a strand of hair, fluttering in the wind, and the killer's throat, a crack like a thread, burst out bright red.

The woman had woken up at this time, but her life, even if it was Da Luo Jinxian, was no longer able to be saved.

"Please, save the child, this ......," said the woman dying, reaching out to take something out of her bosom, but only her fingers moved slightly.

"I will. The middle-aged man picked up the child, "Rest in peace." ”

After that, the middle-aged man got up and wanted to retrieve his coat that was about to be frozen, but the woman didn't know where the strength came from, so she grabbed the middle-aged man's trouser legs, took out a piece of jade pendant from her arms, and held it in front of his eyes.

"Give this to the child......"

At this moment, the woman's eyes were shining like flames, and she seemed to be burning her soul.

"I will. ”

The middle-aged man stared into the woman's eyes, took the jade pendant and said, his tone seemed to be magical.

"I'm going to raise this kid to be a talent. ”

The promise was made, and the flame in the woman's eyes was extinguished.