The snow did not know when it started to fall. It is so big, as if a group of butterflies descended silently from the cold gray clouds, passed through the vast fir forest, and came overwhelmingly.In just a blink of an eye, the desolate wilderness was already pale. When Huo Zhanbai's breathing calmed down, heavy snow had already covered the sword's edge. Red snow fell on the pure black sword.The smell of blood made his stomach twitch after he hadn't eaten for two days and one night. Speaking of which, for a person like him who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, this time he killed... a bit too much.

He panted violently, but his body didn't dare to move at all, his arms were stiff, maintaining the posture after a sword was thrust out. It was an extremely tragic stalemate: the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest and nailed the opponent to the dark fir tree behind him.However, at the same time, the killer wearing the white jade mask also pierced into his body, passing through his right rib and reaching his lungs—after such a killing blow, both of them reached the limit of their physical strength, and each gasped for breath. As long as either party makes a slight move, it will be the end of both parties immediately.

On the wasteland, there was a moment of silence as death. The snow is still falling one by one, endlessly, and the huge fir trees point to the sky like cold tombstones.He and the silver-clothed killer faced each other silently in the forest, maintaining the strange posture of the last blow, and the swords in their hands stayed in each other's bodies. Huo Zhanbai panted carefully, feeling that the expanding lung lobes in his chest were about to touch the cold sword. He tried his best to maintain his figure and sanity, so as not to lose consciousness before the opponent fell down.And the chest pierced by his long sword in front of him is also heaving, and the eyes behind the white jade mask are slowly dimming.

It seems that the opponent is also at the end of his battle. Although the opponent tried his best to push forward several times, the sword on Huo Zhanbai's right rib was stuck on his ribs, and before it penetrated the lung lobe, he finally became weak and stopped the castration.The masked head suddenly turned slightly to one side, and fell down silently. Huo Zhanbai breathed out silently - after all, he still won! In such a cold snowy field, if the stalemate continues, both sides will be frozen, right?He stared intently at the white jade mask just a few feet away, and moved his body's center of gravity back very slowly, allowing the opponent's sword to leave his lungs slowly.

Only a small amount of blood came out. In such a severe cold weather, the blood was frozen on the wound as soon as it gushed out. It took him a cup of tea to move away from the half-foot distance.After completely retreating from his body, he held down his right rib with his backhand - in this snowfield sniper attack, he singled out twelve silver wings alone, even Mr. Huo Qi, who is known as the number one swordsmanship in the Central Plains, was left with thirteen serious injuries . However, this should be the last one, right? If you don't hurry to the Pharmacist Valley, I'm afraid you won't be able to support it.

The moment the sword was pulled out, the silver-clothed killer who had fought with him nearly a hundred times lost his support, and fell slowly against the fir tree, wiping a line of blood red on the tree trunk behind him. "Crack", the moment he fell into the snow, the mask covering his face cracked. Huo Zhanbai was startled suddenly, took a step back, subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword again, and examined it carefully.However, the man's anger has indeed dissipated, and the snow will not melt when it falls on his face. "Hey, you are so young, you come out to fight people..." He sighed, before the killer fell to the ground, the tip of the sword protruded out like a spirit snake, and it had already cut open the inner and outer clothes of the opponent's body. Skimming from top to bottom, nimbly looking through everything he carried with him.

However, the wind pierced through the gaps in the broken clothes, making an empty howl, and continued to go away. Nothing at all. Huo Zhanbai was stunned, and suddenly felt the wounds all over his body ache, and he could hardly stand up. How could this be?This is the last of the Twelve Silver Wings. After the four-way battle in Qilian Mountains, the treasure was finally taken away by this group of people. He also followed this clue to track it down. He wanted to have a praying mantis catching cicadas and orioles behind— — This person should be the leader of the group, if that thing is not on him, where is it?

Huo Zhanbai couldn't help but frowned, knelt on one knee on the snow, bent down to search again without giving up. If we don't get this last medicinal ingredient, we will definitely not be able to make the required pills, but Mo'er's body is getting weaker and weaker day by day.I have traveled all over the world for eight years, and finally prepared other medicinal materials, how could I fall short in the end? He rummaged through it.He was so close to the other party that when he raised his head, he saw the pair of eyes——the eyes of the deceased were not completely closed, but were slightly closed, with a cold, empty expression that seemed to be a smile that was not a smile, and looked straight at him. In the sky, a strange light blue glowed from the exposed whites of his eyes.

That kind of faint blue, if it is not compared with the surrounding white snow, it cannot be seen at all. Just looking at it, his heart jumped suddenly, and he felt a kind of power rising up invisible, restraining his body from the inside out.The sudden trance made him almost unable to hold the sword. wrong!Totally wrong! Instinctively, he wanted to stand up and retreat, draw his sword, and block the doors around him—but he couldn't do anything.The body seemed to be hit by acupuncture points in an instant, not to mention any movement, even the eyes could not move half a minute. what happened?This feeling... What the hell is going on!

His body and sight were firmly "pinned" there by an invisible force, unable to move away. Then, he saw the "dead" light blue eyes move. Those eyes just turned slightly, then opened, and they happened to meet his eyes.It was so clear and pure but bottomless, just a glance, but it gave him the chill of a knife and gun, and his whole body was terrified. not good!He screamed in his heart, but he couldn't look away, and could only keep kneeling in the snow in a bowed posture. Compared with the weird whites of the eyes, the color of the pupils is normal.Black is just extremely thick, as thick as ink that cannot be melted and night that cannot be cut.However, such pupils are reflected on the whites of the eyes, intertwined with countless indescribable strange colors.The moment those glazed eyes opened, his whole body felt as if he had been cursed and could not move.

At that moment, Huo Zhanbai thought of the legends about all kinds of secret arts in the Jianghu that he had heard, and his heart suddenly turned cold—— Pupil surgery?This... Could it be the legendary pupil technique? ! The snow fell in pieces and melted on his forehead like cold sweat.The Blade Runner who fell in the snow opened his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely strange.Although he was awake, the snow on his face was still intact, and even the breath he exhaled was cold, like a ghost returning to his soul. "This is the deterring soul." The killer returned his hand and gently pressed the wound, struggling to sit up against the fir tree, "You should have heard of the seventh son of the Dingjiange, right?" Huo Zhanbai was startled suddenly: Although he kept his name incognito during this trip, the other party had already recognized his identity. The killer smiled slightly, but his eyes were cold: "It was only a little bit close, but I really died under your ink soul sword." Huo Zhanbai couldn't answer because even his voice was frozen. Soul-stirring... Is such a pupil technique really still spread in the world?Didn't it mean that... Ever since Horn, the old man in the mountains, died at the hands of the priest Fengya of the Moon Worship Sect a hundred years ago, the pupil technique has long been lost?In today's martial arts world, there are still people with such abilities! "I didn't expect that you came here for the ten-thousand-year dragon's blood Chihan Bead... I thought that the seventh son didn't even want to be the master of the Cauldron Sword Pavilion, so he must be someone who is aloof." Huo Zhanbai, who was on the snow, suddenly sneered, "It's a pity, I am also determined to win this." He turned around, stretched out his palm, and lightly tapped the fir tree behind him. With a "click", the old bark split, and a blood-red bead fell out of the palm of the hand. Huo Zhanbai let out a low voice, but he was still unable to move. This is it!Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Chihan Bead—During the fierce fight just now, when did he hide the bead in the tree behind him?Qiu Shui, she, she... just waited for this to save Mo'er's life!Can't die here... mustn't die here. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was still immobilized as if hypnotized, and a powerful thought suppressed him.Under such cold and dark eyes, even his mind was gradually swallowed up, and his eyes gradually became lax. How...how could there be such a witchcraft? This killer is still so young, how can he have the oppressive power that only the elders of the Demon Cult have? The silver-clothed killer lowered his head and coughed, his voice soft and cold.Although he gained the upper hand, all his subordinates suffered casualties, and his own body had reached its limit.Along the way, he first snatched the Dragon Blood Orb from the Qilian Mountains, and encountered snipers and chases on the way west.At this moment in the fir forest, I met such a swordsman who is almost the best swordsman in the Central Plains! He was breathing heavily, and his brain began to ache.Pupil surgery requires a lot of spiritual power consumption, and if this continues, the headache will attack again.He stopped talking, and slowly raised his hand in the wind and snow—— As he raised his hand, Huo Zhanbai on the ground also raised the same hand, like a puppet pulled by a wire. "Remember, my name is 'Hitomi'." The eyes behind the mask were cold. Hitomi?The number one mysterious killer in the Demon Sect's Great Bright Palace? People from the Demon Cult also appeared in Qilian Mountain to compete for the dragon blood bead this time!There are many killers in the three worlds of the Demon Sect Shura Field. Hundreds of years ago, Shu Ye, the founder of Dingjiange, came from his sect. Over the past century, elites have emerged in large numbers, which has always amazed the Central Plains martial arts and caused a great threat. And the pupil in front of him is the top figure who is said to be once in a hundred years among the assassins in the Shura field. At that moment, Huo Zhanbai realized what a careless mistake he had made! Hitomi's hand slowly turned, approaching her neck, her glazed eyes glowed with a cold light. Huo Zhanbai's eyes showed how fiercely he was resisting, but the body restrained by the pupil technique still moved against his will.The hand was restrained by an invisible force, imitating Tong's movements, holding the ink soul, approaching the throat bit by bit. Snow Harrier, Snow Harrier!He called inwardly.You've been out for so long, why haven't you come back? "Farewell, Seventh Young Master." Tong's hand slowly rested on his throat, a strange smile appeared in his eyes, suddenly he turned his wrist, and made a sharp movement of cutting his throat inward! Involuntarily, the ink soul drew a sharp light, cutting towards the holder's throat. "Ga—" Suddenly, a scream came from the snow, piercing the cold wind. Hitomi let out a low cry, before she could dodge in time, her hand suddenly felt a sharp pain.The dark red blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and quickly condensed into ice beads. A white bird came flying through the wind and snow, and attacked him without any hesitation, piercing his hand with its sharp beak. Then, it landed on Huo Zhanbai's shoulder like a white rainbow. Is... a hawk?Although he was attacked unexpectedly, his pupils were not disturbed, he was panting violently and covering his wound, but he never took his eyes off the opponent's eyes.As long as he doesn't lift the spell, Huo Zhanbai still can't escape. However, even though he never relaxed the mental suppression on Huo Zhanbai, the stiff figure on the snow ground suddenly moved! It seemed that the power in the body had awakened, and began to compete with external forces for control of this body.Huo Zhanbai gritted his teeth, moved his hand minute by minute, and moved away the ink soul sword that was cutting towards his throat. This time it was Hitomi's turn to look in horror. how is this possible!Having been hit head-on by the soul deterrent technique, this controlled person can still resist! Before he had time to think about it, knowing that he couldn't let the opponent breathe, Killer Tong immediately jumped forward, stabbing the opponent's heart with the short sword in his hand.However, there was only a "ding" sound, and blood came out of his tiger's mouth again. The Black Soul Sword blocked in front of him in time, blocking Tong's attack. The snow on the ground was stirred up by the sword energy, blocking the sight of the two of them.The strength of such a collision made the already seriously injured body unable to bear it any longer. The monstrous light in his eyes instantly subsided, and he flew back about three feet. A large red flower bloomed in it, and then it didn't move. The dragon blood bead flew out of his hands and sank into the snow several feet away. Huo Zhanbai staggered to his feet, covered in snow, panting violently. The snow harrier was still standing on his shoulder, its sharp beak pierced through his Jianjing acupoint, penetrating an inch or so deep.That is, the timely peck of the psychic bird released the paralysis of his body with intense pain, allowing him to block Hitomi's final blow in time. It's finally over. Leaning on the ground with his sword, he staggered over, bent over and groped in the snow, and finally grabbed the dragon blood bead.There is still a blur in front of my eyes, not only snowflakes, but also many thin rays of light flowing, as if some afterimages are constantly gushing out, covering my eyes chaotically - what, what is this?Is it the residual effect of the pupil technique? He clenched the beads tightly, and wanted to confirm the death of his opponent, but a gust of wind passed by, and he almost fell down in the wind, exhausted. "Gah!" The snow harrier pulled out its blood-stained beak and let out a sharp cry. Got it - it was urging itself to leave immediately and go to Medicine Master Valley. The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, almost blowing him down who was barely standing with his sword.After the fight was over, the wounds all over his body suddenly made him dizzy with pain.If he didn't leave... he would definitely die in this uninhabited wilderness fir forest, right? He no longer confirmed the death of his opponent, but turned around with all his strength, and staggered forward in a certain direction. Anyway, since he entered the rivers and lakes at the age of fifteen, he rarely had the habit of killing his opponents. Large snowflakes passed through the fir forest and fell silently, accumulating more than a foot deep in an instant.Those pure whites covered up the bloodstains on the ground one by one, and also buried the thirteen corpses scattered in the forest. Huge fir trees stand like black and gray tombstones, pointing to the cold gray sky. White.White.Still white. Since walking out of the fir forest, there is only one color left in front of my eyes. He didn't know how long he had been trudging through the knee-deep snow, and he didn't know where he was, but he just walked in one direction step by step.From time to time, the shrill calls of birds came from overhead, which were snow harriers guiding him in mid-air. The lungs are burning, every breath feels like burning pain, everything in front of my eyes becomes more blurred, swirling snowflakes seem to have become living creatures, spreading their wings and flying in the air, among which there are countless phantoms floating. "Ha...hehe, hehe...Senior Brother Huo, I'm here!" Suddenly a beautiful face emerged from the snowflakes, and someone giggled coquettishly at him: "Fool, come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll marry you." Qiushui?Is it Qiushui's voice? ... She, shouldn't she be in Lin'an, why did she get here? Could it be... Could it be that Mo'er's illness has gotten worse? He took a big step forward, and stretched out his hand to grab the woman in red in the snow, but the severe pain in his knees and ribs made his eyes go black.In just a blink of an eye, that smile was lost behind the numerous white snows. Running too fast, his exhausted body could no longer support himself, and he collapsed after three steps. However, in the palm of his hand, he has been tightly holding the Dragon Blood Orb that he risked his life to win. "Quack-quack." The snow harrier hovered in the wind and snow, looked at the valley where a corner had already been exposed in the distance, barked a few times, looked down at the master who had fallen again, anxiously, fluttered its wings and landed on his back. "Crack", the sharp beak pecked into the scarred shoulder again, trying to wake up the dying man with severe pain. However, this time the person only trembled for a moment, but he couldn't get up again. Fighting and running around for days had exhausted all his energy. "Quack!" The snow harrier's beak was dripping with blood, and its claws anxiously scratched Huo Zhanbai's shoulder, leaving bloodstains.However, when he found that the owner really could no longer respond, he hesitated for a while, and finally spread his wings and flew away, throwing himself into the verdant valley in front of him like lightning. The cold snow gradually obliterated his face, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of his eyes, in which someone was faintly laughing or singing. "Huo Zhanbai, I wish I never knew you." Suddenly, the woman's face reappeared in the snow, but she was wearing white sackcloth, standing in front of the brazier and staring at him bitterly - that white color is the color of mourning clothes, while the black background is the veil of the mourning hall cloth.Her eyes were so sad, so cold that they were almost unfamiliar, with deep despair and hostility.He froze in place. Autumn water... Autumn water.When I caught you at that time, I thought I could catch you forever, but why...you want to marry into the Xu family again?After so many years, have you ever forgiven me? He wanted to ask her, and wanted to reach out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but before his fingertips touched his cheek, she quietly receded in the snow.She retreated so quickly, like a white butterfly spreading its wings, melting into the ice and snow in an instant. He lay on the vast wasteland, obliterated by the heavy snow, and felt that his past and future were gradually becoming blank. He began to murmur an unfamiliar name—the only salvation he could hope for. However, why didn't that dead woman who was greedy for money and lustful not come?Letting him dove at this time is a big joke... He murmured, losing consciousness in the snow. It was too late to notice the faint sound of rustling in the snow in the distance. ——That was the sound of something crawling slowly in the snow. "Ding Lingling..." The snow was still so heavy, but there was a faint silver bell in the wind, which was crisp and sweet.The sound of the bell came from a distant valley, and it rose and fell quickly to this snowy field. A soft sedan landed on the snow, and the silver bells on the four corners made a crisp sound in the wind and snow. "Huh, there's no one here." The green-clothed maid who walked out first was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face. "Lu'er, Xue Harrier will not lead you astray." A lazy voice in the sedan chair replied, "Go and look for it." "Yes." The four maids quietly lifted the curtain and hung it up, then backed away.The lady in purple in the sedan chair was holding a purple-gold hand stove to keep warm, with a purple jade hairpin stuck in her hair, and said lazily: "That guy must have been lying on the road again this year. It's really troublesome for us to come out to pick him up all the time—" —Hmph, he should be charged double for the consultation fee next time." "I'm afraid the seventh son can't afford it, why don't you pay off the debt with your own body?" Lu'er covered her mouth and smiled, but she didn't dare to neglect, and began to search carefully on the snow. "Ga——!" A white shadow flew over, screaming and landed on the snow, scratching out a piece of clothing with its claws.Pulling it out hard, the snow fluttered down, revealing a human figure lying on the ground. "Hey, it's here!" Lu'er said, bending over to help the man up. "..." That person actually still had his eyes open, and when he saw the person coming, he moved his lips weakly. "Don't touch him!" However, as soon as the wind blew in his ears, the lazy owner of the valley had already rushed to his side, pushed the maid away, his eyes were cold, and his first move was to bend down and put his fingers on the other's neck. how? Lu'er has been with the owner of the valley for many years, and has learned some superficial knowledge of medicine. At this moment, she was surprised when she saw the condition of the man under the snow.She has followed Gu Zhu for many years, and she has never seen a person with so many and such deep injuries! Those large and small wounds were all over the body, the blood was congealed, and the exposed skin had already turned blue-purple. Is this person... still alive? "Fortunately, the pulse is not exhausted." After standing in the wind for a while, Gu Zhu put down his fingers. The person covered in blood and snow raised his eyes, as if he saw who the figure in front of him was, he showed a slight smile, his lips moved, and let out a weak sigh: "Ah... yes, it's you gone?" He exhausted the last bit of strength, put his left hand in her palm, and immediately fainted boldly. "I would be lazy." She murmured and complained, noticing that the injured man's left hand was tightly clenched, she frowned, stretched out her hand and opened it, her expression changed suddenly - a deep red bead rolled down on her The palm of the hand carried a kind of threatening aura. This, this is... the thousand-year-old Dragon Blood Chihan Bead? ! It turned out to be for this!Really crazy... He really went to snatch the ten-thousand-year dragon blood Chihanzhu? ! But even so, what's the use? She was stunned for a while, then put away the bead she bought with her life, coughed a few times, and raised her hand to greet the other four maids: "Help me carry him into the sedan chair—be sure to be steady, otherwise his The viscera will burst at any time." "Yes!" Apparently they are used to this kind of thing, the four maids nodded, pointed their toes, leaned over and gently supported Huo Zhanbai's limbs and shoulders, and lifted the frozen man up smoothly . "Cough cough...carry it back to the valley, the Winter Pavilion." She coughed and covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and ordered. "Yes." The four maids gently put the wounded back into the warming sedan chair, leaned over and lifted up the sedan chair nimbly, with a touch of their toes, they carried the sedan chair back quickly like four flying swallows. The wind and snow finally subsided, and the whole wasteland was a vast expanse of whiteness, filled with suffocatingly cold air. "Ahem, ahem." She held the bead, looked and looked, coughed violently, and her eyes gradually became sad. This guy is really desperate. But even so... what's the use? "Miss, why did you let him sit in the sedan chair? Do you want to walk back by yourself?" She was still in a daze, but Lu'er next to her was not angry, and kicked up a large piece of snow muttering, "What an annoying guy Ah, I only have one order to return to heaven in my hand, but I have been here for eight years in a row, and I still owe the consultation fee...Miss, why can't you send this plague god away?" "Ahem, okay, okay, I'm fine, at least I haven't been poked a dozen holes." She hid in the lynx fur with a purple gold hand stove in her sleeve and coughed with a smile, "It's rare to come out of the valley to see the snow scene That's fine too." "But..." Lu'er looked at her worriedly, "Miss's body can't bear it..." "It's okay." She shook her hand, interrupting the nagging of the personal maid, "Anbu will go back in the car." Then, he turned and trudged through knee-deep snow. Snow flakes fell on the face, and the sky and the earth were vast and white.In the far distance, you can still see the deserted flat forest like smoke weaving.She breathed the bitter air and coughed non-stop, but her eyes wandered between the sky and the earth.How many years?How many years has it been since she was exiled to the Valley of Medicine Masters? How ridiculous...a person known as a "miracle doctor" is so weak that he can't breathe air freely. "Miss!" Lu'er shouted worriedly from behind, took off her cloak and chased after her, "Put this on!" However, she suddenly saw that the young lady stopped in her tracks, raised her hand and made a "silence" gesture to her, her eyes brightened instantly. "Listen, what is this sound?" She turned her head to listen to a certain sound in the wind and snow, she murmured, then suddenly turned around and pointed, "It's over there!" "Shua", just as the words fell, Lu'er turned into a white rainbow and came out, pointing directly at Xuexia with her sword in her arms. "Who?" She shouted. Suddenly, a cloud of snow exploded, and there were indeed people under the snow!As soon as the man moved, he caught his sword with his bare hands! However, it should have reached the point where the oil was exhausted, and after the man managed to avoid the blow, he no longer had any strength, and fell heavily into the snow again, never moving again.Lu'er was shocked, Fang Ding, took a step back, took the sword to the back of the opponent, and found that he really couldn't move. "Did you come from the forest..." The young lady looked into the distance and muttered, her gaze fell on the forest. There, a deep trail of dragging and crawling extended from the forest, winding along the way with faint bloodstains, extending all the way.Obviously, this person followed Huo Zhanbai up here from the fir forest, and finally exhausted himself. "Miss, he is dying!" Lu'er screamed, looking at the hole in his back. "Hmm..." The young lady hummed casually, "Search, do you have a return order?" "No." After searching quickly, Lu'er was discouraged. It seems that this person didn't come to seek medical treatment on purpose, but was involved in the bloody battle for dragon blood beads, right?These vendettas in the Jianghu have all come to the vicinity of the Pharmacist's Valley in the Great Barren Mountain, which is really disturbing. "Then let's go." She turned around without hesitation, holding a Zijin hand stove, "You can't do business at a loss." This martial arts world has never been peaceful, good and evil are opposed, there are many sects, and they are beaten to death for trivial things-this kind of people in the world don't know how many people will die in a year, if everyone saves her, how can they be busy?And if he is saved, he may not be able to afford the high consultation fee of Pharmacist Valley. "But..." Unexpectedly, Lu'er didn't listen to her order, and was still hesitating. "But what?" She stopped impatiently, turned around and urged, "Pharmacist Valley only saves those who have the Order of Returning to Heaven. This is the rule—could you have forgotten?" "Lu'er dare not forget." The girl was standing there wringing her hands, but her eyes were darting around on the ground, with a smile on her lips, "But...but this person is so handsome!" ——After all these years with Gu Zhu, it's not that she doesn't know Miss's temper. In addition to being fussy about money, Gu Zhu is also picky about appearance—for example, every time there are multiple patients, she always chooses the young and handsome treatment first without hesitation; But if the patient really can't afford it, and he happens to be quite pleasing to the eye, the money-loving valley owner will let the other party go. ——For example, that Huo Zhanbai. "Very handsome?" Guzhu Xue stopped and raised his eyebrows, "Really?" "En." Lu'er patted the man's shoulder with her sword, "Ten times better than that debt collector Huo Zhanbai!" "Really?" Xue Ziye finally turned around and walked over, interested, "That's rare." She walked to the side of the unconscious man, bent down and lifted his chin.The other party's face was bleeding, and a piece of white jade was stained——her face changed suddenly, and she squeezed the piece tightly.This person... seems to be somewhat unusual. She raised her hand to remove the piece of debris, and wiped away the blood on the opponent's face.staring. The face revealed after the mask cracked was so young. Indeed very handsome, but lonely.The eyes are tightly closed, and the cheeks are as pale as ice sculptures, but the closed eyes carry some kind of indescribable darkness.People will be shocked at the first sight, as if awakening some deep-seated fear in their hearts. "Ah..." For some reason, she blurted out a low cry, feeling a pressure coming. "How is it? You still look pretty good, right?" Lu'er talked to herself, "Can I save it?" Her complexion gradually became serious, she stretched out her hand, and lightly pressed on the closed eyes of the other party. —Here, right here. That oppressive force came from these closed eyes! What kind of power is it that can even shock her? "He's not dead yet." Feeling the eyes under her eyelids moving slightly, she murmured, thoughtfully—this person's injury was worse than Huo Zhanbai's, yet he still followed him to this place! What kind of vitality is that? She faintly felt fear, subconsciously lowered her fingers, and took a step back. However, at that moment, the dying man suddenly opened his eyes! The glazed eyes emitted a strange light, illuminating her pupils for an instant.That person seemed to have gathered all the remaining power into a pair of eyes, fixed on her, his pale lips moved, and said two words: "Save... me..." Her sanity was shaken in an instant, as if some external force invaded her mind rapidly. Demon pupil soul-destroyer? !Just for a moment, she suddenly understood. Before she had time to think, she stretched out her hand that was in her sleeve and placed it between the two of them. "Ah." The person on the snow let out a short low cry, his body suddenly became fatigued, and he was silent again. Standing in the wind, she felt a layer of cold sweat all over her body, and the chill was all over her body. In the palm of his hand is a delicate rhombic mirror - it is a common cosmetic item for women. At the moment when the demon pupils opened just now, at the critical moment, she blocked it without hesitation, and counterattacked back the pupil technique that the opponent sent out with concentration with the mirror. ——That is the only way to restrain this kind of monstrous magic. However, after getting out of trouble, she felt a strong trance, as if she saw something the moment the other party opened his eyes.These eyes... these eyes... are so familiar, as if they were more than ten years ago... "Guzhu, are you okay?" All the ups and downs happened in an instant, and Lu'er just realized it. "It's so dangerous...cough," she put her cold hands back into her sleeves, and coughed, "I almost caught fire." Lu'er finally came back to her senses, furious: "It's too much...how dare you plot against Miss? This guy who will repay his kindness!" "Forget it." Xue Ziye stopped her slashing sword, shook his head slightly, "Take him away." "Huh?" Lu'er opened her mouth wide in surprise. Do you want to save this kind of person?Even if it looks good, it is still a poisonous snake that will bite back once it recovers, right? "Let's go." She coughed more and more violently, feeling that the cold air was about to freeze her lungs, "Go back quickly." "Oh..." Lu'er didn't dare to go against her intentions, and dragged the unconscious man up and down, and followed him all the way. She was walking in the snow field, the wind passing by her ears. The chill came layer by layer, as if it was about to freeze the blood in the whole body, just like that night twelve years ago. However, when will the warmth that once existed be reappeared? "Xuehuai." She looked at the snowflakes falling in the void, coughed, and suddenly murmured. Xuehuai... Is it an illusion?Just now, in that person's eyes, I actually... saw you.