The snow fell cold and lonely. After only one day and one night of snow, Baiyun City was white. The frozen winter began.

Yan Qing did not return to the palace, and he had no plans to go back, because it was cold and lonely, and no matter how much charcoal fire was burned, he could not keep warm. It would be better to walk. The road ahead began with a single step and finally a single step.

"Seeking..." The sound of the boots stepping on the snow.

He is the vicissitudes of life in the wind and snow. The snow fell to his whole body, and he couldn't shake it completely once, but this is the only way for him to feel that he is truly alive.

This power made him breathless, and this loneliness forced him to become a walking corpse!

"Huhhhh..." The cold wind blew, like a sharp knife cutting through the collar of the clothes!

"I'd known to wear more clothes." He shook off the snow on his shoulders bitterly. The snow was almost seeping into the flesh. If this continues, it will catch a cold. Although his body is strong, it is made of meat, and his heart is made of meat.

Because his heart is made of flesh, he stands proudly in the snow. Some people are so stubborn. The colder the day is, the more he wants to go against the cold!

"I'm so stupid. I obviously have a home, so why don't I go home to cover the wind and snow?" Half an hour later, his mind finally got enlightened.

In the past half an hour, he thought about a lot of things in the cold, and only the biting pleasure could make him not forget everything!

Heroes also have times of sadness, but heroes will still stand up after they wipe away their tears, while cowards will only lie on the ground and lie by.

"Oh...so...so cold..." A faint cry came slowly from the alley ahead.

Yan Qing frowned. Is there any other fools wandering around in such a cold snowy night besides himself?

He walked over and saw that the alley was pitch black and there was not even a glimmer of light, but he could see the eyes calling the man.

The man's eyes were very bright, and it was these two shiny eyes that made Yan Qing lock her position.

Yan Qing walked to the man, and he didn't say anything but looked quietly at the person in front of him - a beggar, because he was too dark, so he couldn't see her trembling body.

"My husband...Young master, okay, okay...I'm so cold..." He begged tremblingly.

Yan Qing took off his coat, and he suddenly asked coldly in his hand: "Do you want this dress?"

"Young Master... squat down a little, I can't reach this robe..." His begging turned into begging, but he never thought of trying to get enough.

"Okay." Yan Qing bent down and handed it to him. Just as he was about to approach the beggar, the beggar suddenly jumped up - "Swish!" Sweeping up a pile of snow, and a white light flashed by a white blade - "Sthorn!" A steel knife cut the robe and stabbed Yan Qing's heart!

Yan Qing had long noticed something was wrong. He patted the steel knife with his left hand and quickly rolled his robe around the beggar's hand. The beggar wanted to draw the knife and left, but Yan Qing turned over and twisted, "Crack!" Both hands broke!

"Ah! The scream echoed in the snowy night, but the beggar was determined. When his hands were useless, he raised his legs and kicked them like Yan Qing's throat with both feet!

"It's a big deal!" Yan Qing pulled away the robe from the beggar's hand. The steel knife just fell into his hand. He waved the steel knife and slashed at the man's feet with force - "Puchi!" As soon as his feet reached Yan Qing's shoulder, his tendons were cut off!

However, all this was not over! Just when Yan Qing was relaxing, a three-inch short sword suddenly appeared on the beggar's boots, and the beggar used all his strength to kick Yan Qing in the throat!

But the distance was too short to dodge! Yan Qing opened his eyes wide and made a choice between breathing. He waved his left arm and immediately hit the fatal blow, but the blade on the boot was deeply embedded in his left arm.

Blood flowed all over his arms, and the pain and anger caused him to lose his mind. He waved his knife and cut off the beggar's head.

Blood spilled all over him, and at the same time, the blood was warm and it was still steaming in the cold snowy night, which was extremely smelly!

Yan Qing covered her stomach and started vomiting... What happened to me?

He changed and began to become sentimental. He began to hate murder. He used to be cold and ruthless bloodthirsty devil, but now he is disgusting!

"Swish!" At this time, a black-clothed guard came on the snow, and it was Yan Qing's guard.

"City Lord, we're late."

"What's wrong with you, City Lord?"

"City Lord, you are injured!"

The guards flocked to him to care, greet, and bandage his wounds.

"Get out! You all get out!" He was angry, somehow angry, pushed all the guards away like he was in a devil. Then he left in dejectedly...

...

Now he is really like a wounded beast. Only the beast will lick his wound alone. It happens that he is exactly the same. He obviously has a doctor who can bandage his wound on his behalf, but he insists on doing it himself.

People like him will never let others see him being injured. After bandaging the wound, he put on clean clothes and pretended to be nothing.

After everything was done, it was dark after tomorrow. The night was so long and a lot of things happened. Yan Qing sat on the city wall again, holding wine to relieve his sorrows, and his clothes were still so thin.

Although I lost some face tonight, it was worth it. I gave me two favors. Maybe Qi Ming and Nangong Shu were hugging the beauty and fell asleep. But I was lonely and painful all night...

He smiled bitterly, drank, drank!

——Snow is all over the place, but in fact, it is his purpose to admire the dawn in the snow.

He hates the sunset at dusk, so he likes the sunrise and dawn, because the sunset always brings people a sense of sadness of the end, while the sunset can bring people hope.

In short, after dawn breaks, yesterday's sorrow has become a thing of the past, and tomorrow's sorrow can be postponed for another day to let go... Such a cycle is just a deception, but at least it will make him happier.

"Not only is the night too long in winter, but even dawn is so slow." He sighed deeply, and a mouthful of strong wine entered his throat. There is wine today and drunk today, and tomorrow is sad and tomorrow is worrying.

It’s easy to fall asleep when you’re drunk, and the wound won’t hurt that much.

After a pot of wine, he finally got drunk, and the snow also wanted to stop. He smiled drunk and rolled down the city wall and went back to sleep.

But he turned around and took two steps but another guard fell behind him.

"City Lord, I found out that the person you killed was Gongsun Yu's man."

"Gongsun Yu?" He frowned his sword brows, his eyes clear and flawless. This was not the drunk person. He whispered: "Since Gongsun Yu takes action, he will never send only one killer---not!" He exclaimed in a bad mood! At this time, a black-clothed guard fell down in the sky, and he looked very anxious:

"Report to the city lord, Mr. Nangong and Mr. Qi and others... something happened in their mansion!"

"Bang!" Yan Qing threw away the wine jar in his hand. He stepped on the city wall and jumped, dozens of feet high and hundreds of feet away! He disappeared intovisible when facing the dawn in three or two steps!

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Chapter completed!