The snow floating in the sky is like every year, it is white, pure white, flawless white, white as spring and autumn, white as black as the world.

Leng Xiaobai looked at the falling snowflakes, and a line of clear tears left the corner of his eyes. After the first snowflake, he seemed to have reported the message in advance.

"Winter is coming, it's really cold. Old beggar, are you very cold there too? I heard that there is no temperature in the nine springs, so you should not feel the change of cold and cold."

Leng Xiaobai took the next snowflake, and Yuan Xiaolin's sword also came to him. Leng Xiaobai turned around and gave him his back, as if this back could block all the attacks.

Yuan Xiaolin stopped and put away his sword.

"Why should I stop? If you don't resist today, all you can leave is the corpse you have not struggled with. Do you want to see such a result?"

When a person is facing away from you, no matter what kind of deep hatred you have, you cannot attack him at this time.

Behind one person is a place where one is not prepared for, and it is also the place where one person is most prepared for. Many people stand behind another person and relax their vigilance, so that person will die very quickly, just like white wine, unknown.

"This is the first snow this year. The white snow would have been such a beautiful scene if it weren't for the darkness."

Leng Xiaobai said that his tone was a little desolate, a little joyful, a little lonely, a little happy, a lot of sadness, and a lot of carefree and joyfulness...

That year was his birthday, and no one knew that he was born that day. I only remember that it snowed that day. It was not very snowing, but it was very cold.

That day was his death day. He walked peacefully, without the final struggle, nor did he have no nostalgia for the world, the only person who cannot let go of can survive.

Yuan Xiaolin looked at the sky, and there was no so-called snowflakes falling. He felt so angry that he was very serious and respectful to challenge him, and he actually played tricks on himself in this way.

"No matter what you want, you can't leave here today. During the Lantern Festival, there will be a place on the banks of the Heili River."

Yuan Xiaolin rushed up and did not take action behind him. He was talking about the people behind him. If they were confident that they could survive after doing it themselves, they could do this.

Leng Xiaobai did not take action, and Yuan Xiaolin's sword did not pierce Leng Xiaobai's body, but broke inch by inch, turning into a pair of broken iron pieces and falling to the ground.

The god of the day and night was still standing there, not the two of them who were fighting, but the two people standing behind Yuan Xiaolin appeared silently, and the two people put their hands on his shoulders, making him unable to move.

"That's all today. If you still don't agree, you can fight with us."

No one dared not to listen to the words of Hei and White Impermanence. Although Yuan Xiaolin is a mediocre person in the world, he is still a character after all. He was just held down and could not tell how the sword in his hand was broken. This martial arts exceeded their cognition.

The crowd dispersed, Leng Xiaobai left and came to the empty courtyard, took out three incense sticks from the yard, and kowtowed three times to the north direction.

Hei Bai Wuchang was still following him without leaving a single step. Even when he saw the two people from Youfu Inn, he left indifferently.

Only two drops of tears flowed on the snowflakes that were about to melt in front of him, melting with the snowflakes. I don’t know if it was tears or snow.
Chapter completed!