hate in the snow On the second day of February, the dragon raises its head. End of winter, early spring. The snow is still floating, the sky is full of snowflakes, and the earth is vast.The ancient and vigorous pine trees are covered with silvery white snowflakes. When the wind blows, the snowflakes that have just rested on the leaves are blown up again and blown into the boundless wind and snow. Zhong Destroyed ran wildly. His nose, his ears, his lips, and his hands were all purple from the cold and snow, but his eyes were bloodshot. A bloodshot that only appears when the anger reaches its limit.

He had been running wildly for a day and a night, but he didn't feel tired at all. Even if there was a trace, it had already been swallowed up by the anger in his heart. He ran, he was angry, just to rush to a place to fight a duel with a good brother who had been sworn since childhood. Since they are good brothers who have been worshiped since childhood, why do they still have to fight? In the same snow, with the same biting cold, Huangfu Qingtian's nose, ears, lips and hands were all rosy. A very warm rosy color, a rosy color that can only be found by the fire. There is an iron pot on the fire made of Zhe wood, and there are silver snow balls in the iron pot.

The snow gradually melted in the iron pot. After a while, the silvery white snowballs disappeared and turned into a pot of pure water. The white smoke slowly rising from the surface of the water changed from light to thick, and he would be able to drink a cup of hot tea in a short time. He started a fire to make tea just because he was waiting for someone. Waiting for a good brother who has sworn since childhood, waiting to meet him, waiting to duel with him. Since they are good brothers who have been worshiped since childhood, why do they still have to fight? Zhong Huehui rose to prominence at the age of seventeen, and was already known as the "Nine Heavens Ghost Emperor" at the age of twenty-one. He has gone through forty-two World Wars and has never been defeated once.

He is tall and strong, with a bold personality but also ruthless. He is an extremely difficult person to provoke, and he will do what he says. If he says that he will use any means to deal with a person, then the only way this person can escape is one. The seed is not to be born into this world. In order to achieve his goal, even if he had to exchange the 4,700 heads of the "Demon" subordinates, he would not hesitate. "Momo" is an organization created by Zhong Ruihui. Although it has only been three short years since its establishment, it has taken all the thirty-nine most important roads from Heshuo Central Plains to Kanto. Collect and organize into a super gang that has never been seen before in the rivers and lakes.

Now Zhong Huehui is only twenty-six years old, and he has gradually become a new image in the minds of heroes in the Jianghu - the combination of a hero and a devil. Only he himself knows how this image came about. He never trusted anyone in his life, and the only thing he could not resist was Huangfu Qingtian. The Huangfu family has been officials from generation to generation, "Huangfu" is the surname bestowed by the emperor, and their original surname is "Fu". Huangfu Qingtian's former father, Fu Shuigang, quelled the chaos in the Kanto region. In order to reward him, the emperor gave him the surname "Huang" on top of the word Fu, so Fu Shuigang became Huangfu Shuigang.

Of course Fu Qingtian also became Huangfu Qingtian. He is mighty and handsome, with a chiseled face, always with a hearty smile, even his enemies have to admit that he is a rare man, and beside him, there will never be a lack of beautiful women to accompany him. These are not what he is most proud of. The most proud thing in his life is that at the age of twenty-four, he inherited his father's official position with his martial arts wisdom and bright style of life and work. Less than half a year after he took office, there were no robbers or thieves in the provincial capital where he worked, and within two years he had wiped out the martial arts scum in the vicinity.

Now Huangfu Qingtian is twenty-seven years old, but his reputation has spread all over the world. He has many friends in his life, but only one sworn brother. It is the "Nine Heavens Ghost Emperor" Zhong Destroyer. The snowflakes floated like mist, both silvery white and vast. A thin layer of snowflakes had already covered Zhong Ruining's eyebrows, but it couldn't hide the anger that filled his heart. The long dark blue cloak on his body fluttered with the wind as he ran, like the wings of a bat fluttering. Bats fly, quiet and fast. The sound of Zhong Ruin's footsteps had already spread throughout the valley, startling countless mountain birds and beasts into the air.

It also made Huangfu Qingtian slightly raise his head. He put the cup of tea he wanted to drink to his lips, and stared at the source of the footsteps with a pair of bright eyes. There is no expression on his face, but if you look carefully, you can definitely find a touch of helplessness and a slight pain between his brows. What is his helplessness? What is his pain for? For the upcoming duel? The footsteps grew louder and faster. Huangfu Qingtian stood up slowly, the helplessness and pain between his brows became more intense. A figure finally appeared in the distance. A figure like a bat.

Huangfu Qingtian finally stood still, and his long cloak was no longer raised. Zhong Ruin stared at Huangfu Qingtian with a pair of eyes as sharp as a leopard. If eyes could kill, Huangfu Qingtian would have been killed seventeen or eight times by now. Huangfu Qingtian's eyes met Zhong Ruinhui's, but his face still showed no expression at all. Zhong Rui's knife was on his back. Huangfu Qingtian's sword was in his hand. A pitch-black knife, a sword as white as snow. Black as the knife of death. Is pure white also like death? The distance between the knife and the sword is getting closer.

The distance between them is getting closer. The murderous aura has emerged and is getting stronger. thick as snow. Zhong Huanhui finally walked in front of Huangfu Qingtian, and suddenly drew his sword. The light of the sword was as far away as death, but it was as beautiful as a rose in the sun. The saber energy was between Huangfu Qingtian's eyebrows. Huangfu remained motionless. As the knife flashed across, the branches of ancient pine trees ten feet away fell off one after another, and the snowflakes on the branches and leaves also fell one after another, falling like tears from a beauty.

Then the knife light suddenly disappeared. The knife is still there, in the snow. Zhong Ruoxuan drew his knife, slashed across it, and plunged into the snow. The blade of the saber was submerged in the snow, but the hilt was still in the front. Zhong Huanhui also used the sword technique that is unparalleled in the world. The black knife, the pale hand. Zhong Ruin's face turned even paler.His face was full of anger, and his pupils were shrinking. Huangfu Qingtian was still staring at him, a strange expression suddenly appeared in his bright eyes. A kind of joy when I don't know if I am close to liberation?Or helpless sadness? The eye contact of the two people seemed to trigger a series of invisible sparks, like meteors passing by in the distant sky. "Hello." Huangfu Qingtian said suddenly. "I'm good." "I know you must be fine." "Of course I'm fine, of course you must know." Zhong Huehui said lightly: "Otherwise, why would you ask me out?" After a long time, the tree slowly said: "You are wrong." "I was wrong." "It's your fault that you shouldn't have come." "I was wrong." Zhong Weihui said: "The mistake is that I shouldn't be sworn brothers with you." The anger on his face seemed to fade a bit.He went on to say: "If we hadn't become sworn brothers, if I hadn't been your friend." Zhong Huehui seemed to be sneering: "I won't be angry in my heart, and you won't be in pain." Huangfu Qingtian's eyes were serious Luo, staring at him again. "You were wrong, and I was wrong." Huangfu Qingtian said lightly: "Your mistake is that you are sworn to me, and I am wrong because I am a member of Huangfu's family." "No, we are all right, the only fault is fate "Zhong Ruihui said: "Why did fate let us meet? Why did you want to be Huangfu Qingtian and I was Zhong Ruihui?" The sword light reappeared. As soon as the words fell, Zhong Huanjue had already pulled out the knife in the snow. In the light of the knife, what fell this time was not the pine tree ten feet away, but Huangfu Qingtian's hair. If he hadn't flashed so fast, the severed head might have been broken. The light of the knife is all over the sky, and the knife is like lightning. The sound of the knife pierced the air. Huangfu Qingtian flashed his movements seven times in a row, but he couldn't get rid of the pitch-black knife. The blood in Zhong Quehui's eyes became thicker again, as thick as fire. A black knife, a pure white sword. When the knife and the sword collided, sparks burst out, just like the sparks emitted when meteors collide. The sparks and the anger in his eyes almost set Huangfu on fire. The cruelty, anger, ruthlessness, and quickness of Zhong Huanjue have all been revealed under his knife and knife. With a backhand slash, he lightly slanted upwards. Huangfu Qingtian clearly saw the way and the location of his saber, "Obviously he could avoid it, but when the saber was in front of his eyes, he still couldn't dodge it. The light of the knife slashed, and blood splashed. The blood splashed and fell like snowflakes. The snowflakes are desolate, but the bloodflowers are passionate. Huangfu Qingtian's left shoulder was cut with a deep wound, and he could already feel his strength gradually disappearing along with the bleeding. Snowflakes are silvery white, bloodflakes are bright red. The blood soon condensed with the snow. The silvery white instantly turned bright red, just like a rose blooming red, poignant, and sad. The bloodshot eyes could no longer be seen in Zhong Juehui's eyes, his eyes were as red as roses, but the knife was still pitch black. It was so dark that it was as strange and distant as the moment before death, but it hugged you as if it was your best friend. Huangfu Qingtian's pupils seemed to be expanding, and he could no longer see anything, only two colors. Black and silver. It's not the black knife, it's not the silver snowstorm. When the knife came to him, he didn't see the sharp edge of the knife, only the darkness. He only saw the darkness like a lover's open arms, rushing towards him softly. Just when the darkness was about to embrace Huangfu Qingtian, he stopped suddenly. Zhong Huehui held up a dark knife like death, staring at the almost collapsed imperial palace Qingtian, with an expression that could not be described in his eyes. It was a kind of hate, sympathy, and some sadness. At the last moment, Zhong Huanhui faced a choice as to whether he was the sworn brother. Is this knife cut down?Or not cut? Cut it down, and there will be no such person as Huangfu Qingtian in the Jianghu from now on. If you don't cut it, the consequences... The change of fate often lies in a person's thought. If Zhong Ruohui hadn't hesitated at the last moment, this story might not have been able to develop. cut?not cut? Just when Zhong Ruin was struggling with himself, he saw a pure white sword with icy light stabbing silently between the seventh and eighth ribs of his right chest. Then he lay down like mud, and as soon as he fell down, he saw Huangfu Qingtian standing tall in front of him, with bright red blood dripping from the pure white sword in his hand. "Just because you are Huangfu Qingtian, you want to do this?" Zhong Huehui asked suddenly. "Yes." Huangfu Qingtian's voice seemed to be in pain. "I have to do this just because you are the clock destroying." "Why didn't you kill me with a knife?" "cannot." "Because you are Huangfu Qingtian." Zhong Quehui said: "If an official wants to kill, he must wait until the order is issued before he can kill?" "Yes." Zhong Ruihui sneered, he turned his head elsewhere, and his gaze rested on an unknown flying bird on an ancient pine tree in the distance. "You are an official and I am a bandit, so you must arrest me, because this has been the same principle since ancient times?" "Yes." Huangfu Qingtian replied lightly. "Okay." Zhong Quehui turned around and stared at him deeply. "You are worthy of being my beloved brother." The wind is blowing, blowing across the snow, taking away the blood, the chill, and the lingering winter... No matter what the wind takes away, there is one thing that no one can take away. --hatred.