The hole that opened in his heart had emptied his heart, making him more and more feel that the way forward was not there, and hope was not there.

And when she thought about it, she felt slim.

But his hand still didn't open the door.

In case, in case she is about to leave the border soon, and he is interrupted at a critical moment, isn't it?

Maybe, maybe she'll be out in a few days?

As soon as Wu Tian died, it did not mean that she would be in trouble. Maybe she had stripped out of the urge.

She, she said that she will go out, for sure, definitely not lie to him.

Yes, she must not lie to him.

He had waited so long and was not in those days.

But, in this case, he had calmed himself countless times in his heart.

Countless times want to break through the door, countless times were calmed by these words.

This time, he couldn't calm himself any more.

The more he comforted himself this way, the more irritable he became.

His eyes stared at the stone wall in front of him, murmured, and his inaudible voice said to himself: "Hong Yan, don't lie to me."

Don't lie to me.

If deceived, deceiving him is also very good.

He actually wanted to deceive himself, so she was deceived for life.

But in the end, I couldn't help it.

He really couldn't help it.

Moments and moments can no longer endure.

He stood in front of the door of the tomb for three days.

The snow in winter fell more than a foot thick in a blink of an eye. Under the cover of heavy snow, the red smoke of a hundred miles turned into a snowman whose eyes and nose were gone.

His classmates and sisters all squatted outside the array, begging him to preside over the annual ceremony.

The head always disappeared. At first, everyone didn't really know the whereabouts of the head, but later found out that as long as the head disappeared, he went to the forbidden area of ​​Houshan.

There is a formation under the head of the forbidden area. Even if everyone sees the head of the wall from afar, they cannot walk to the front of the palm.

There are always so many twenty days a month in which the head of the house has meditated here, and everyone is used to this.

But this time, everyone's heart was inexplicably uneasy, especially after the head was covered with white snow to become a snowman, they were afraid that the head would be frozen into a moraine, so they all tried their best.

Hundreds of miles of smoke felt like they had a dream.

In the dream, she piled a snowman in the snow, tilted her head and smiled at him, "Qiao Yan, this snow is so big. It's the first time I've seen snow, it's so beautiful."

He reached out and hugged her: "Well, let me warm you up."

Immediately in his arms, Ke Ren turned into water stains.

It was a dream at first, but it turned into a nightmare.

He woke up with a shock, the snow falling on him at this moment.

He reached out and picked up a few pieces of snow, letting the snow turn into water in his palm.

"Hongyan." He murmured, "I really can't wait."

When he shook off all the snow on his body, everyone outside the formation was shocked to find that the head of their house was only three days old, and they turned from white to gray with white hair.

The snow was cold and the cemetery must be particularly warm. He could not bring the coldness in, so he waited for the clothes to dry with his mana before slowly heading towards the cemetery.

Before everyone was surprised, the head of the mountain slowly pushed away from the wall he often faced, and then disappeared inside.

Everyone ... Wucao's head wasn't facing the wall, and I didn't know what was in the cave. They wanted to know ...