Cold.

Miao Jianhong and Duan Mingsheng, who were lying on the eaves of the heavy snow, felt numb.

and deep fear.

They never expected that what they were waiting for in Hanjiu Town was not Zhou Guan, a Beiguan official who only had five grades as mentioned in the intelligence.

It was the king of the Xiguan domain who stood at the peak of the power of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The three figures behind the king of Xiguan Domain converged their breath, but anyone could recognize that these three people were known as the three dogs of Xiguan.

Which one is not an existence with countless blood stained on his hands?

Duan Mingsheng held his breath, his eyes not daring to blink.

Three little people inadvertently break into a world they shouldn't have entered.

Everything that followed was beyond their reach.

Miao Jinhong's eyes widened, and he looked at the shadow carrying the lantern behind the king of Xiguan Domain, and let go of his hand.

A skull slammed into the ground, splattering blood.

The heat did not dissipate, and the eyes of the head were confused.

It's the head of the circumference.

Then the snow bleached.

Frost fell in the town of Cold Wine, and a figure condensed in the night.

That figure was more magnificent and tall than Xiguan's white robe, and was dressed in a silver-white mantle.

In his arms was a baby sleeping soundly in quiet swaddling clothes.

Miao Jinhong had seen this man in a silver-white mantle on the portrait hanging in Tianque.

He is the lord of the Wind and Snow Silver City.

Duan Mingsheng's heart was beating wildly.

They looked at each other.

The fear in their hearts made them fall into the abyss.

This task is completely beyond their capabilities.

Even if the two nine-rank powerhouses of Tianque came, and met the foursome led by the king of Xiguan Domain, they could only end up with hatred.

What's more, it's a big man like the City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City who really stands at the pinnacle of the world?

Ten deaths without a lifetime.

Duan Mingsheng and Miao Jianhong's bodies were already stiff.

They wanted to leave, they wanted to escape, but they couldn't move.

The City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City glanced around faintly.

He chuckled softly.

"The boy with the sword and bone on his back in the Northern Wei Dynasty, I received it in Yincheng. The majestic voice slowly spoke, "This infant girl is the reward of the Wind and Snow Silver City. She is the reincarnation of the demon sword soul of the Great Xia Chess Palace, which is enough to suppress the national fortune of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Let her grow up, and when she raises troops to attack the west, it is enough to make the chess palace bleed for three thousand miles. ”

The prince of Xiguan gently took the baby in swaddling clothes.

The big white robe fluttered down in the wind and snow.

His voice was extremely flat: "So, Wind and Snow Silver City can be regarded as entering the WTO?"

The man in the silver mantle nodded calmly.

Xiguan Baipao'er smiled with great satisfaction.

It's not in vain that he has a grass snake gray line and a thousand miles of lines.

"Lord Wang, unrelated ants, are you killing or staying?" Yuan Sizhi suddenly spoke.

Miao Jinhong's eyes widened suddenly when he heard this.

Duan Mingsheng didn't dare to move.

Xiguan's white robe had a faint smile on his face, and he was silent with a lantern, as if he was thinking about something.

The city lord of Wind and Snow Silver City was smiling, and he was even more unmoved.

Duan Mingsheng suddenly wanted to get up, but found that a strong force was pressing him.

A figure leaped high with the help of its strength and landed on the frozen bluestone ground of Hanjiu Town.

Then Miao Jinhong smashed his knees on the ground and knelt on the ground.

Xiguan's white robe was expressionless, looking indifferently at the man who was holding his head to the ground.

Miao Jianhong's head turned back and forth, and finally he couldn't say a word.

This rough man knelt in front of the white robe of Xiguan and the city lord of Fengxue Silver City, without saying a word.

Miao Jinhong gritted his teeth and began to kowtow.

The first, the second.

I don't know how many kowtows.

Duan Mingsheng watched Miao Zhenhong's head break the bloodstream, and finally gasped and buried his head in the heavy snow, making a bowing posture.

In the end, he climbed to the feet of Xiguan's white robe, and finally thought about what to say, and said in a trembling voice: "Let go, let them go......"

Xiguan Baipao'er had not been bothered to look at this kneeling figure begging for mercy, and only glanced at it slightly at this time.

Let them go? Li Qing looked at the man kneeling down with a blue nose and swollen face, begging himself to let his companion go.

He suddenly felt that this man was a little ridiculous.

The white-robed prince did not speak, and moved his gaze back to the swaddling clothes in his arms.

Xiguan Sangou knew very well what he had to do.

"Are you Qi Liang Tianque's person?" Xu Zhirou glanced at it lightly and found that the man kneeling on the ground was only at the sixth-grade level, "Don't struggle, you must die." ”

Yuan Zhongzhong pinched a string of Buddhist beads in each hand, slowly moved the Buddha beads with his ten fingers, and cautiously stepped forward and asked, "Lord Wang, can you leave it to me to deal with?"

Xiguan's magnificent figure nodded casually.

Yuan Zhongzhong stepped forward with a smile and kicked over the man who was kneeling on the ground.

"Qi Liang Tianque's task has always been a group of three, where is there another person?"

Miao Jianhong smiled with a sloppy look in his eyes.

Then his smile froze.

A crisp voice rang out: "Here." ”

Yuan Zhongzhong nodded with satisfaction.

Miao Jinhong turned his head in disbelief, and the figure of the woman in the overcoat was blurred in front of him.

Wei Hongxiang rubbed his face and blocked in front of Miao Jianhong's kneeling figure.

She spoke seriously: "Qi Liang Tianque, the seven groups of the Great Interior." You can die in battle, but you can't live. ”

Yuan Zhongzhong looked at the woman who was dressed in red and snow, smiled lightly, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he suddenly fell silent.

He couldn't understand, why did this woman appear?

He couldn't understand that this woman's realm was only six grades, why was she standing in front of him and others without any fear?

"Why don't you kneel?" Yuan Zhongzhong narrowed his eyes, "Maybe if you kneel down, I will spare your life." ”

Wei Hongxiang said playfully with an expressionless face: "Are you a stupid donkey?

Yuan Zhongzhong was silent.

"I thought. Yuan Zhongzhong glanced lightly at the man lying on the eaves, and laughed at himself, "An ant is an ant, no matter what, it will make no difference, when you meet a strong person, it is nothing more than kneeling, or trembling and not daring to move." I didn't expect that the ants also have a unique one. ”

Wei Hongxiang took a deep breath and smiled.

Yuan Zhongzhong looked at the woman and stretched out a finger and pointed at herself: "I thought that the big man of the Northern Wei Dynasty would kill decisively and not be stupid like a stupid donkey. Unexpectedly, you really look like a stupid donkey. ”

Yuan Zhongzhong stopped Xu Zhirouhuan, who was about to make a move.

He glanced tentatively at the prince of Xiguan.

The prince was teasing the little girl in his arms.

He exhaled and asked the question he couldn't figure out: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid. I'm scared to death. Wei Hongxiang said seriously: "I really don't want to die." ”

Then she smiled slightly, "Yuan Zhongzhong." Fuck you. ”

The woman brushed the green silk and said, "I'm afraid of death, so what does it matter if I curry favor with you? If I don't scold you, you won't kill me?"

Yan Ran smiled, like a fairy, and the snow was slight.

This woman was fond of drinking, and her temperament was like the strongest wine in the Northland.

Miao Jinhong looked at this woman blankly.

For the first time, he felt that more than 20 years of life had been in vain.

It turns out that she can be so strong.

You can laugh so sweetly.

Yuan Zhongzhong was scolded by Wei Hongxiang by name, not angry but laughing.

Something very interesting occurred to him.

"I'm giving you a chance to live. Yuan Zhongzhong slowly exhaled a sullen breath and said, "You kneel down, and the three of you will survive." ”

If a man refuses to kneel, he crushes his knees.

But if he still refuses to kneel, break his spine and smash his bones to pieces.

It is often more difficult to get a man to kneel than to kill him.

Now this woman, will she kneel?

Wei Hongxiang was silent.

She suppressed all her smile and spoke softly.

"Do you think that a little person like us should kneel in front of you like an ant, crying and shouting and begging you to take our lives?" Wei Hongxiang said slowly: "No matter how powerful a big man is, wasn't he an ant in the first place?"

"Do you dare to give me a sword and make a bet with me?" Wei Hongxiang took a deep breath and suddenly spoke.

Yuan Zhongzhong narrowed his eyes.

He saw a smile on the corner of Xiguan's white-robed prince's mouth.

Li Qing stroked the little girl in swaddling clothes, and said softly: "Yuan Zhongzhong." ”

Yuan Zhongzhong bowed his head respectfully.

"Give her the sword. Bet with her. The king of Xiguan suddenly raised his head and looked at the woman with a sneering eyebrow, and only felt like his own sister.

The white-robed Li Qing slowly spoke: "I will set the rules, it will be very fair." Do you dare to bet?"

"The white robe is in charge. Wei Hongjiao took the sword, and said with a smile: "Why don't you dare to bet?"

"Good. Very good. The white-robed Li Qing glanced at Yuan Zhongzhong lightly and said, "It's very simple." If you stab him with a sword, he won't dodge, and he won't use a trace of Yuan Force. If you have the ability, you can kill him. But if you don't see blood, you lose. ”

Xiguan's white robe slowly glanced around, and finally his gaze fell on the city lord of Fengxue Silver City, and he slowly asked, "What do you think?"

The City Lord of Fengxue Silver City smiled slightly, "I rarely enter the world, and now I can be regarded as watching a play." Naturally, there is no opinion. ”

Miao Jinhong, whose body was numb, looked at the figure draped in silver.

Watch a play.

Watching a play?

Could it be that the blood spilled in this scene wouldn't have soiled your hands so cleanly?

Could it be that death, which can be avoided with a single sentence, is just a play for fun?

Miao Zhenhong really understood. The so-called immortal family is pure.

It's just that he is cold by nature.

The little people deserve to be trampled underfoot.

He deserved to be splattered with blood.

You deserve it, you just deserve it.

He suddenly doesn't hate others, only hates himself for being useless.

He seemed to see the indifferent gaze of the silver-white man.

Yes, I'm an ant.

Groveling and kowtowing, begging for your life, can you redeem something?

He didn't even want dignity anymore.

How do those people care about the life of an ant?

He felt his blood cold to the bone.

Miao Jinhong clenched his fists.

Then there was a brief moist warmth on his face, and the faint fragrance of Wei Hong's makeup.

Wei Hong's makeup smiled charmingly, and her lips and teeth were fragrant.

Miao Jinhong looked at the face of this woman who was not too far away from him, the face that he would not get tired of seeing ten thousand times was white and red, and his eyes were like the heavy snow in Lianyun Mountain in December.

Although there is a smile on his face, there is no joy or sadness in his eyes.

She rubbed her face and spoke slowly.

She said: "Little people, you have to live." ”