The vast snow was trampled dirty and fuzzy by mud and blood, and the dead bodies were accumulated in the mountains, stretching for more than ten miles.

"Li'er... We're all wrong... It's the mother's selfish heart that hurt you..." in the quiet valley, Wenyao's voice floated out with a sense of emptiness.

"I have put it down. I hope you can put it down..."

"ah!" All of a sudden, Mo Li yells like crazy.

the shouts echoed in the open mountain. Ruxuan knelt on the ground and sobbed ceaselessly. The head of King Pingnan rolled along the echo.

I can't bear to look back. After all, he is also a...