When he walked out, there was snow falling everywhere, and his figure inevitably followed him.

When he made a mistake, he couldn't notice that Jin Wuzhu's pupils were dilated, and even his mouth was about to burst.

Jin Wuzhu's shock was naturally understandable, after all, who could not have heard of the remnant sky in the eternal city! The battle to break the crow city had made the image of the remnant void unmatched, but now he could only pac forward weakly.

The wind and snow are too urgent.

In a few moments, it covered half of his body.

He will be blown crooked by the wind, after all, his body is emaciated.

Each step in the snow leaves a deep hole, and then the legs and feet are pulled out of the snowdrift with great difficulty, and then inserted into another thick piece of snow.

There are no stars and no moon, only darkness and wind and snow in the sky and on the ground.

All of a sudden, he was disoriented.

In the past, he could grab something, or Qingping, or driftwood, and as long as he supported it, let him even out his breath, he could find the next place to take his feet, but now, he can't move.

Like a snowman made of snow, he stood there without moving.

The head was slightly lowered, not allowing the twitches on his face to be seen.

There was hardly a single muscle on the whole face that was not trembling, from the forehead and chin to the small eyelashes, all of which were terribly cold.

The boundless nightmare broke the shackles and was no longer hidden.

In my mind, over and over again, a sharp claw appeared, splashing in, tearing apart the flesh and pinching the heart.

And he could only hide in a small corner, watching the hot blood splash in the air, splash down, and some slip into his feet, and by the time he went to touch it, it had become cold.

What's going on?

He struggled constantly, hoping to polish the blur in front of him.

Suddenly, there was a white glow in front of me.

There was a slight coldness on the eyelids.

"Is it snow?"

He asked himself, only to find that he couldn't make a sound, and everything fell into silence.

Then, there was a gurgling blood flower in front of me.

This time he saw it clearly, and this time he saw the dagger blade that flashed silver in the air silently and mercilessly pierced the woman's heart.

His eyes began to blur silently, as if tears were slipping down.

The sadness was not because of the woman's death, but because of the safe appearance on the woman's face.

This woman was willing to die and blocked a fatal killing move for her husband.

There was all the warmth and hope in it.

But his crying was not because of the woman, he just felt that the woman's expression before death was really familiar and too similar.

Too much like what?

His pupils dilated rapidly, like a dead man. Then he touched the cold blood again, and looked at a vague person in a daze through the stone pillars, dead in the moment.

He couldn't see who this person was, he could only tell from the long hair that it was probably a woman, and he couldn't see this person's face clearly, but he felt that there was such tenderness and hope on his face.

Black, in vain, there is only black in heaven and on earth.

When he woke up again, he was in bed.

It was Jin Wuzhu who finally carried him back, although he didn't know it.

But some of the past seems to be awakened.

He leaned against the wall, slowly straightening up, looking through the darkness, not knowing which distance he was staring at.

If you shout now, he will definitely answer, because this is the code name that Lu Muqing gave him, because he doesn't have a name, so he needs a code name.

But he remembered after all, he didn't have a name, he just forgot it.