Zhao Zheng didn't know how many times he rolled. The extreme cold actually made him feel slightly hot. When he finally stopped rolling, his dizziness stopped.

He opened his eyes, and the snow foam on his eyelashes fluttered away.

He quickly lowered his head, and Baitao was still beside him. Fortunately, he never let go.

Zhao Zheng stretched out his fingertips tremblingly and felt her slight breathing, entangled with each other, showing the signs of her frail life.

"White peach..."

He said hoarsely.

"Zhao Zheng!"

The surrounding snowflakes seemed to be flying, hovering, or falling straight and fast.

Zhao Zheng heard Baitao calling him in a daze, but Baitao in his arms was still unconscious.

The snow was falling really hard. He lay on the snow and looked around. Everything was white.

After watching too much, my eyes are a little blurry.

Zhao Zheng felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter. He might be heading towards death. When people are on the verge of death, they always take a quick look at their life.

But what does he have in his life? What else is there?

It was nothing more than having a white peach. The appearance of the white peach made him know that living is not only about struggling in the quagmire.

"Zhao Zheng!"

The auditory hallucination appeared again. Zhao Zheng closed his eyes very slowly, and the cold wind of death was depriving him of the living breath.

"Zhao Zheng, Zhao Zheng, please don't call me Baitao anymore. My brother always calls me like this when he wants to deal with me. He calls me by name. Why don't you change it?"

The girl tugged on his sleeve and looked at him eagerly.

"That...Taotao."

"Okay." The girl nodded.

"I call you Taotao, and I'm older than you, so can you call me brother?"

When she mentioned that he was older than her, her eyes became round, and she turned around and said: "No, no, I have a brother, and he is my brother. I can't have another brother. Two brothers are too much."

I'm very greedy."

In fact, she is not greedy.

It's him who is greedy.

What he covets is that she can stay with him forever, even if he is in Zhao State or returns to Qin State.

Zhao Zheng's consciousness became increasingly blurred, as if an invisible hand was holding his soul and falling into the abyss.

The wind is still blowing, and the snow is still falling overwhelmingly. It does not stop for death, nor does it feel compassion for death.

They are partying.

The half-grown boy and girl were lying on the snow in their arms. The heavy snow covered them with thick snow quilts and slowly buried them underground.

"Chirp——"

For a moment, in the midst of death and the roar of the blizzard, a startling roar of eagles was heard from high in the snow-capped mountains. Dusk enveloped the sky and dark clouds moved rapidly.

The bulging snow pack was gradually moving, and an air current of more than a hundred feet spread out, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

A green luminous pearl the size of a fist slowly rises from the snow pack, as if breaking through the shackles, turning into black and white, dividing yin and yang, carrying yin and embracing yang, and injecting energy into harmony.

Putting yourself to death is a sign of rebirth.

The black clouds above the snow-capped mountains suddenly stirred into each other and turned into a hurricane, sweeping across the sky and swallowing up all the wastelands. It was like a standing Optimus Prime, carrying the sky and the earth.

Nothing can be broken without being broken.

As if his soul fell and time went back, Zhao Zheng came to his senses. He vaguely seemed to see a shiny bead crashing into his body, but he didn't pay too much attention and took his hand to look for the white peach.

"Peach..."

It was like having thousands of blades stuck in his throat, and he was afraid that she wouldn't be with him.

By this time, the snowstorm had stopped, and the sky had become completely dark. The sky seemed to be covered tightly by a block of black steps, and no light could shine through.

Perhaps he is already dead and there should be nothing left to commemorate.

But when he found Baitao's small face, small mouth, and small eyebrows.

Zhao Zheng held her in the dark snow, but the corners of his mouth were raised.

The pain was so numb that he couldn't feel anything, but he was very satisfied, especially when he carried her behind him and stood up, he actually felt that his movements were more flexible.

He was holding his injured stomach. The fabric was indeed torn by a machete, and the fabric cracks on his arms proved that he had escaped and fought not long ago.

Then they are now wandering after death.

Wandering together.

Zhao Zheng admitted that people are actually very selfish at heart. He never believed in fate, but at the moment before his death, he looked at all the gods. He worshiped all the gods he could think of, including Ksitigarbha, Pangu, Nuwa...

.Pray that some god can save her.

But now that she is still with him, he actually feels that it is good to be like this or to die with him.

He felt very contented.

No matter where she wandered after death, he thought, he would take good care of her.

"Creak——"

The snow underfoot made a crunching sound. This was the only sound in the snow besides their breathing. It was like listening to the sea in the middle of the sea, subtle and broad.

He listened carefully and greedily.

It's great. From now on, this light will be his alone.

"Zhao Zheng."

The girl's weak voice came from behind, like a feather gently brushing against his ear.

Zhao Zheng was slightly stunned.

"Zhao Zheng, I'm so hot..."

There were warm little hands touching his neck, and Zhao Zheng was sure he heard correctly this time.

He quickly hugged Bai Tao in front of him, and when his fingers touched her skin, it was very hot, like touching a fireball. He felt extremely hot, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Taotao, what's wrong with you? Why are you so hot?"

Baitao muttered: "Zhao Zheng, I don't know, I just feel so hot, so hot. There is a place in my stomach that keeps burning and burning, and it even wakes me up. Do you think it will boil if I do this?"

"

She said softly, "It's so dark. Why didn't you light an oil lamp? Otherwise, would you be able to see? Are we on the way to Qin?"

Zhao Zheng's words were squeezed out of his throat: "Yes, we are on the way back to Qin."

"Then walk quickly, you can see your father and..."

Before Baitao could finish speaking, she fell into coma again. Zhao Zheng shook her, but she couldn't wake up, "Taotao, wake up Taotao."

"..."

Silence returned to the surroundings.

No, if he died and his injuries healed, why would Baitao still fall into a coma?

Zhao Zheng covered her forehead with his hand, which was as hot as charcoal. He overturned all his previous thoughts, as if she was dead, as if alive, as if dead.

Then is he alive or dead now?

Zhao Zheng said hoarsely: "Taotao..."

His hair was covered with biting ice, and the surroundings were deserted and silent. Except for the sound of the strong wind passing by, there was no sound of human beings.

A blizzard is coming.

Zhao Zheng carried her on his back and groped forward.

A silver-haired man stood on the top of a mountain not far away, lowering his eyelashes and looking at everything below.

His hair was blown by the wind, and when it came out, he was full of elegance, as if he were standing in the vast mist and thousands of miles of clouds.

There was a paralyzed black shadow beside the silver-haired man, tut-tutting: "Hey, yo, I don't know how distressed I am, and my arms and legs are not broken. When we went through the tribulation, that thick-mouthed thunder and lightning chased everyone.

Running up the hill, I don’t know how miserable it is, but you can go through the calamity just by sleeping, and you still feel unsatisfied, so what’s the matter, you slept for her this time?”

Bai Tu didn't even raise his eyebrows: "Noisy."

"Yes, yes, noisy."

The black shadow slapped his mouth, "It's also the decline of our clan, otherwise I wouldn't be able to listen to you, a male vixen, pointing fingers."

Bai Tu ignored him, turned the corner of his robe and said, "Let's go."

The black figure trembled, and made a jingling sound, like a ghost-shaped shop selling goods, "Let's go? Where are you going?"
To be continued...