It's cold, and everything is silent.

The bitter cold wind whistled by, and the catkins-like snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the earth with a thick layer of silver, and the sky was all white.

In this vast snow white, a chaotic halo flashed, and four figures suddenly appeared in the center of this uninhabited official road, who were not Ouyang Fei?

Ouyang Fei was still wearing the same moon-white robe, holding the Broken Xuan Sword in his hand, Mu Xi Mucha was still wearing the light purple dress, and Ou Jingyan was wearing a pink dress, each holding a Doomsday Sword in their hands.

"Wow, it's cold. As soon as he appeared, Mucha immediately hugged his arms and exclaimed, and then hurriedly transported his deep internal strength to resist the severe cold, and the others naturally did the same.

Ouyang Fei turned his head to look around, this is a wide official road, lined with hills that are not high, there is silence all around, only a pair of deep footprints on the ground, extending from north to south to the end of the corner of the official road, he suddenly thought of two sentences......

The cold wind is like a knife, using the earth as a chopping board, and treating all living beings as fish and meat.

Thousands of miles of snow will make the sky a furnace, and dissolve all things into silver.

That's right.

"Alright, let's go!"

"Where are you going?"

Ouyang Fei pointed to the pair of footprints on the ground and said with a smile: "Follow these footprints, you will be rewarded." ”

The three girls have no opinions, they don't know anything about the plot of this world, what Ouyang Fei says is what it is!

A group of four people walked along the official road, all of them had profound skills, and their speed was naturally not slow, and the footprints they stepped on were not deep.

......

The snow will stop, the wind is unsettled, and a few miles behind Ouyang Fei and his party, a carriage came from the north, and the rolling wheels crushed the ice and snow on the ground, but it could not crush the loneliness between heaven and earth.

Li Xunhuan yawned, stretched his two long legs as far as possible on the soft mink, although it was warm and comfortable in the trunk, the journey was too long and lonely.

Li Xunhuan sighed, took out a wine bottle from the corner, and when he drank the wine, he also coughed loudly, and the incessant coughing made his pale face glow with a sickly red, like a fire in hell, burning his body and soul.

When the bottle was empty, he took a knife and began to carve a portrait, the blade thin and sharp, and his fingers slender and powerful.

It was a portrait of a woman, and with his skillful technique, the contours and lines of the figure seemed so soft and graceful that it seemed to be alive.

He gave her not only a moving line, but also life and soul, because his life and soul had slipped quietly from under the blade.

He was no longer young.

The corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, and every wrinkle was filled with the sorrows and misfortunes of his life, but his eyes were young.

These are strange eyes, as if they were turquoise, like willow branches blown by the spring breeze, gentle and flexible, and like the sea water under the summer sun, full of pleasant vitality.

Maybe it's because of these eyes that he can live to this day.

I don't know how long it took, the portrait was finally completed, he looked at the figure stupidly, I don't know how long, and then he suddenly pushed the car door and jumped down.

"Phew"

The big man who was driving the car immediately shouted and reined in the carriage.

The sweaty face was bearded, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, but when he moved his gaze to Li Xunhuan, he immediately softened and was full of loyal sympathy, like a vicious dog looking at his master.

Tie Chuanjia, the most loyal servant of the Li family, formed an enemy because of a public case 18 years ago, and was taken in by Li Xunhuan's father and son after fleeing for several years, and has been a servant by Li Xunhuan's side since then.

Li Xunhuan, who jumped out of the car, dug a pit in the snow, buried the freshly carved figure deeply, and then he stood in front of the snowdrift stupidly.

His fingers were frozen, his face was red from the cold, and his body was covered with snowflakes.

But he didn't feel cold at all, and what was buried in this snowdrift was like a person closest to him, and when he buried "her", his own life became meaningless.

If it were someone else, he would definitely be surprised to see him behave like this, but Tie Chuanjia seemed to be used to it, so he just said in a harmonious voice: "It's getting dark, and the road ahead is still far away, young master, get in the car quickly!"

Li Xunhuan turned around slowly, but found that there was still a line of footprints next to the rut, walking here lonely from the far north, and walking lonely to the front.

The footprints were very deep, and it was evident that the man had walked many miles and was exhausted, but he still refused to stop and rest.

Li Xunhuan sighed and muttered: "In this kind of weather, I can't imagine that there are still people who have to run around and suffer in the ice and snow, I think he must be a very lonely and pitiful person." ”

Tie Chuanjia didn't say anything, but he sighed secretly in his heart: "Aren't you also a very lonely and pitiful person? Why do you always only know how to sympathize with others, but forget your own ......?"

"Huh?" Li Xunhuan raised his head slightly, looked away, and suddenly let out a puzzled sound in his nose.

It was only because he saw that not far ahead, beside the lonely footprint, there were four more footprints, and it was strange that those four footprints appeared so abruptly that they seemed to appear there out of thin air.

However, Li Xunhuan didn't think much about it, but now he is not interested in most things.

Turning around and getting into the car, there were many solid pieces of pine wood under the saddle, and Li Xunhuan began to carve again, his technique was refined and skillful, because what he carved was always the same person.

This man has taken possession not only of his heart, but also of his body.

......

"Sister Muxia, how did you feel when you killed someone for the first time?" On the official road, Ou Jingyan asked curiously while following the three of them.

"Well...... Mucha tilted his head and thought for a moment, and said, "I was very afraid, I was desperate, and my heart was full of guilt, but the second time, I didn't feel anything, because if I don't kill the enemy, the enemy will kill me." ”

"Didn't you throw up?" asked Ou Jingyan tentatively.

Hearing this, Mu Xiqiao's face flushed, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on her face, and Mu Xia said angrily: "Originally, I didn't want to vomit, but Mu Xi vomited this unhappily, so I couldn't help but vomit." ”

"Uh......"

Ouyang Fei listened to the words of the third girl with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes looked at the corner in front of him, and he had already sensed the slightest movement in front of him.

And in front of the corner of the road, there was a lonely figure that was not tall, but with a straight waist, and when he heard Ou Jingyan and Mucha talking about the feeling of killing for the first time, his steps involuntarily paused, but the next moment, he took a step forward again.

After a dozen breaths, Ouyang Fei and his party turned the corner and saw the lonely back, Ou Jingyan and Mucha stopped chatting and looked at the figure in front of them curiously.