Xie Yang's body shocked heavily. He had no strength to speak. He could only climb slowly to the snow fall of Qin Dynasty: "Snow fall..."

"I don't want to be here... You let Brother Beiping let me go... Suguan thing is thankful for Yang's plan, and I don't want to............................................. No matter what happened to me, Qin Xueluo smelled a bloody smell and felt sick and sick. He felt like he was going to collapse. He hung back, afraid of being touched by the blood-stained praise, and put all the responsibility on him.

Xie Yang showed despair and held out his hand to his beloved girl in mid-air.

The cold...