The wind blew up the snow and sprinkled it all over the sky.

The ridges of ice on the trees swayed, reflecting the slightly pale sunlight.

Everything is still so white. Tsuki has forgotten how many towns it has passed. Every place is white, people are white, the earth is white, the houses are white, and the only different color between heaven and earth is him.

Xi also inevitably felt strange, since the world is white, how can she distinguish between a miserable white face and snow-like hair.

But I'm too lazy to think about it anymore, since I entered this illusion, is it the hundredth day or the thousandth day?

A little white girl beside him tried to grab his hand, but he only dodged slightly.

Every town seems to have such a girl, tall or short, fat or thin.

He didn't bother to care, this was the first time he tried to grab his hand, and he wasn't going to count.

Looking up at the sky from the ground, everything is white, white sky, white clouds, white sun.

That strange will to die is more difficult to accept than silence.

From the first person who came in and searched for a way out, to the later killing of these silent people. They are still like this, even if you are covered in white blood, they still walk past you, doing their own thing, not caring that they may die by the sword in the next moment.

Xi just dragged his steps, identified a direction and walked aimlessly.

No sound, no color. There is only an endless amount of white.

The proud swordsmanship has no effect at this time. The spell that has been hidden for a long time can't even make a small flame.

Xi looked down at herself, dressed in a black robe, which was almost dyed white by the ice and snow at the moment.

Stretching out his hand, the color of the past is basically gone, and the rest is a little crystal white, only in this white, with a little pink color.

The people who passed by should be poor. A group of people ignored the wind and snow, dressed in shabby summer clothes, supported each other, and walked in the same direction at night.

He subconsciously swung his sword and cut down a person, but as usual, the broken human body left the lower half of the body that fell to the ground and did not move. The top half is still crawling slowly. As if they hadn't seen it, the rest of the group continued to walk, and he would not stop struggling until he had stepped the half of his body into the snow beneath his feet. Become another frozen history on this crystal avenue.

A moment later, a gust of wind blew, bringing with it a layer of snow, leaving no trace.

Looking down, his body seemed to be a little whiter.

Where is the vitex leaf, have you already returned to the Qin State and brought back the results of the investigation.

Whether the Qin State is safe, and whether there is a war with the Yan State.

Can the deputy commanders of the Dark Guard successfully turn the possible crisis into invisibility?

That kid named Xu Ao, with the care of an innocent adult, should be doing well in Yanwutang.

"Bang" has been with him for a long time, and the sword is broken here for some reason. Reaching for the fallen sword, the blade of the sword cut a bloody streak in the palm of the hand. It's a little painful, but it's also a little warm.

The people around them were still walking fast and slow, supporting each other.

Xi glanced at it, slowly picked up the broken sword body in two, and put it in his arms.

Whenever he wanted to close his eyes, he slashed the half-truncated sword in the palm of his hand. The slightly transparent blood can also briefly stir up his memories.

A sword, a sword, a sword, each sword is played a little faster than the last time. Until there is no more blood in the palm, until the palm turns into ice and snow.

Then, the next sword is the arm.

Drops of blood fell into red plum blossoms, blooming on the snow-paved roads and covered in snow and ice.

It's so cold, Xi subconsciously approached the crowd next to him. People who didn't react at once were like seeing the most terrible ghosts, and they couldn't avoid them.

After waiting a little far, they repeated the countless walks, supporting each other and walking towards an ethereal goal.

She was so sleepy that she blinked vigorously, trying to find a corner where she could shelter from the wind. Just take a moment and take a break.

In every corner of the wall that might be sheltered from the wind, a snow-white figure shrank. There are Qin people, there are Song people, and there are people who can't be recognized.

These may be the unlucky ghosts who strayed into this place like themselves. Yuki tugged at the corners of her mouth, trying to make a smile.

It's just that the smile is even more ugly than crying at the moment.

Xi sighed, bent down and grabbed a handful of ice and snow, and wiped her face a little harder, wanting to use the cold of ice and snow to dispel sleepiness.

He was doomed to be disappointed, his face was already blank, and he didn't feel the presence of ice and snow at all. All that's left is numbness.

Memories of hard work, memories from birth, to the present. I just hope that these memories will reactivate the frozen brain.

I can't remember the house where I was born, and even the appearance of my parents has long been blurred.

The only impression is that the little yellow dog, accompanied by him, accompanied by him, and waited for his parents to come back.

It's just that it seems to have died in the end, how did he die, and I can't remember it.

Yu shook her head vigorously.

Later, all the people in the village died. Who killed the people? Zhou, Qin, Yan, and Zhao?

I should have been adopted, who is the person who adopted me?

Just remember a broad shoulder, an expressionless human skin mask.

Only when he was dying did I see him in tears. Why are they all dead? Why are all the people I come into contact with inevitably dying?

Before he died, he seemed to have given himself something, what was it? a brand, a sword, or both?

Later, it was a pair of brothers, right? I still remember the heat of the blood on the sword, but what happened to them? Dead or alive?

Then what did he do? Did he send someone to assassinate King Yan or King Qin? Why can't you remember clearly?

All sorts of faces flashed before my eyes. In the end, what was left was a child with teeth in his hands and tears streaming down his face.

That person, like me.

Yuki fell heavily into the snow, and a gust of wind blew, rolling up the snow and gradually covering him.