The real world.

"Alas, this Beiyan City is indeed not at the same level as Dongfang City, I really want to stay in Dongfang City all the time, at least it's warmer than here. Xiangyu shrunk her neck and curled up in a corner.

Wang Jiawei still didn't talk to her, but in his heart, he also thought the same as Xiangyu, Dongfang City was better than Beiyan City, because she was there. In addition to the cold weather and cold hearts here, it is also full of the past that Wang Jiawei does not want to recall. But this time you have to face it, you have to do something to free yourself or get salvation.

If there is anything in this world that we can't let go of until we die, it must have something to do with what we have experienced in the past, maybe we missed it, or lost it, or we have been chasing it and don't know that it is actually around, there is nothing we can't get over, but we can't go back.

The streets of Beiyancheng are sparsely populated, and few people are willing to run under the heavy snow, and the snow-white picture is full of quiet atmosphere. Suddenly, a spear shot directly into the carriage, across the middle of Wang Jiawei and Xiangyu, both of them realized that someone would come to stop them when they returned to the city this time, and neither of them had any surprised expressions on their faces. The coachman jumped out of the car, pulled out a long knife, and stood in a lunge position, ready for the next sneak attack.

Xiangyu also stepped out of the carriage, drew two short swords, and stood with the stout man facing each other with his back. The cold wind was howling, and the streets were as quiet as usual. The snowflakes had already melted away before they fell on their heads, and both of them maintained a high degree of vigilance, except for Wang Jiawei, who did not make any sound in the carriage, he didn't know what he was doing, the whole atmosphere present was very anxious, the assassin was waiting for the opportunity, and the two of them were also waiting for the assassin.

Sometimes, when two sides face off, life and death will only be decided in an instant, because only a small detail will fail, which many people have suffered, so it is especially important for your enemy in the open and in the dark, not to show any flaws.

A cold wind blew up a circle of white snow, and in an instant, the carriage exploded directly, Xiangyu and the stout man looked at the carriage almost at the same time, a black shadow appeared behind them, and both fists hit the two of them directly in the head, and the two were hit to the ground together, spitting out a little blood, and when they turned around, they couldn't see the trace of the person.

Wang Jiawei appeared in the air, holding the spear in his hand, and his face did not show any expression, and when he fired a thousand shots, he directly inserted the spear into the ground, and suddenly the ground trembled round and round, producing continuous explosions. Figures jumped out of the snow one by one, making a terrible sound, and blood exploded.

The man in black who injured Xiangyu and the two appeared behind Wang Jiawei again, Xiangyu's eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of his punch, and smashed directly at Wang Jiawei's head, Wang Jiawei didn't make a trace of superfluous movements, and didn't look back, he directly grabbed the man's fist, and threw it in front of him, and the man in black was thrown out directly and smashed into a building. The two people below didn't see what was going on at all, and Wang Jiawei had already landed on the ground smoothly, his face still calm.

Pieces of sawdust flew out of the building, all smashed at Wang Jiawei, Wang Jiawei didn't care, moved a few steps, and dodged those attacks, and finally the man in black rushed out, rolling up the falling snowflakes so fast, the two people lying on the ground only felt a gust of cold wind blowing in their faces.

In an instant, Wang Jiawei and the man in black collided with each other again, the fists of the two sides hedged against each other, fighting to the flesh, without using any unique moves, only fighting their own deep internal strength. If Wang Jiawei hadn't chosen to do this before, he would have waited for the other party's flaws to appear before he would make a move, and the blow would be fatal. But now he feels that fighting each other like this can make him feel more excited, he has not felt like this in a battle for a long time, he used to only want his opponent to die, but now he wants to fight freely.

The two of you punched each other and kicked each other's bodies, the man in black seemed to be a little tired, the speed and strength of each punch decreased significantly, and when he was hit by Wang Jiawei, he occasionally spit out some blood, and Wang Jiawei on the other side, the more he fought, the more excited he became, with a happy smile on his face, the two of them were divided into two different extremes at once, Wang Jiawei's left hook punch hit the face of the black cloth fiercely, and the whole person was directly knocked to the ground, spitting blood, and there was no hope in his eyes.

Wang Jiawei did not have the intention of killing, but helped his sleeves, twisted his neck, and helped Xiangyu on the other side, the rugged man stood up alone and looked at the assassins all over the ground, he didn't realize that there were such people around him, but this spear was obviously coming from the front, it stands to reason that no one present could use such a shot, could it be the man in black? But the man in black clearly did not use a weapon, and when he threw such a shot, his speed and strength were not much different from the siege crossbow on the battlefield, if there were still people behind it, his strength would be unfathomable. The man was about to lift the veil of the man in black to see if it was really what he had in mind.

But before the man's hand touched the man in black, the body of the man in black melted away like snow, leaving only the night clothes, and the other assassins were the same, all disappeared completely, this scene was the first time he saw it in his life, so he felt more and more afraid, this Beiyan City was like an invisible hand, controlling all this, he turned his head to look at another terrible person, Wang Jiawei was still as cold as frost, and the little wound on his face slowly disappeared, as if nothing had happened, he walked in front alone, and did not look back at everything left of the scene。

Xiangyu's eyes were full of fear and looked at the rugged man, and the man also felt that all this seemed to be arranged, was it really a member of the Wang family? He didn't dare to imagine that in this world, if you are not a master of cultivation, you have to be a good dog for those people, and do your best for them, just to live. Even if you can't escape death in the end, you can only look forward to the afterlife, don't go into the rivers and lakes, be an ordinary person, and the people in front of you are farming and weaving, looking forward to the sunrise, sending the sunset, yellow hair hanging down, and enjoying yourself.

The man stroked Xiangyu's hair, helped her wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said with a smile, "It's okay, it will be fine in the future." ”

"If only we could do it all over again, if only we could leave. At this moment, Xiangyu no longer has bottomless calculations and means like before, at this moment she is pitiful like a helpless child, and the two of them also realized that this assassination may have been sent to kill the two of them, and the irrelevant personnel who knew what happened to the second young master and cultivated were now only the two of them, but Xiangyu wanted to leave here, and wanted to go to the Eastern City, the Wang family naturally would not keep them, only the dead were the most obedient.

"Now that he's saved us, we can't leave. The man looked at Wang Jiawei's back in a daze, no one knew what this person was thinking, now for them, Wang Jiawei would be their last person to save their lives, so since they couldn't escape and didn't want to die, they had to follow.

On the snow-white road, one in front of the other and two behind, they walked to the north, and the three of them were all returnees whose hearts were not here.

(End of chapter)