Myriad Realms Free Mercenaries

Chapter 577 Footprints in the Snow

Chapter 577 Footprints in the Snow

It's freezing cold, and everything is silent.

The stern cold wind whizzed past, and catkin-like snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the earth with a thick layer of silver, and the sky was filled with whiteness.

In this empty snow-white, a halo of chaos flashed across, and four figures suddenly appeared in the middle of this deserted official road, who else could it be Ouyang Fei?

Ouyang Fei was still wearing the moon-white gown, holding the Po Xuan Sword in his hand, Mu Xi and Mu Xia were still wearing the lavender dress, and Ou Jingyan was wearing a pink dress. sword.

"Wow, it's so cold." As soon as he appeared, Mucha hugged his arms and exclaimed coquettishly, and then quickly mobilized his deep internal strength to resist the severe cold, and the others naturally did the same.

Ouyang Fei turned his head and looked around. This is a wide official road, with low hills on both sides, and there is silence everywhere, only a pair of deep footprints on the ground, extending from north to south to the end of the corner of the official road, he suddenly thought of two words...

The cold wind is like a knife, the earth is the cutting board, and all living beings are regarded as fish.

Thousands of miles of flying snow, turning the sky into a furnace, melting everything into silver.

Such a scene, yes.

"Okay, let's go!"

"Where to go?"

Ouyang Fei pointed to the footprints on the ground and said with a smile: "Follow these footprints, you will gain something."

The three women have no opinion, they don't understand the plot of this world at all, so whatever Ouyang Fei says is what they say!

A group of four people walked along the official road, each of them had profound skills, the speed was naturally not slow, and the footprints they stepped on were not deep.

……

The snow is coming, and the wind is still uncertain. A few miles behind Ouyang Fei and his party, a carriage comes from the north. The rolling wheels crush the ice and snow on the ground, but they cannot crush the loneliness between heaven and earth.

Li Xun Huan yawned and stretched his long legs as far as possible on the soft mink fur. Although the carriage was very warm and comfortable, the journey was too long and lonely.

Li Xun Huan sighed, and took out a wine bottle from the corner. While he was gulping down the wine, he also coughed loudly. The incessant coughing made his pale face glow with a sickly blush. It was as if the flames in hell were burning his body and soul.

When the wine bottle was empty, he picked up a small knife and began to carve a figure. The blade was thin and sharp, and his fingers were long and powerful.

It was a portrait of a woman whose contours and lines seemed so soft and graceful under his skillful hand that it seemed alive.

He not only gave her moving lines, but also gave her life and soul, because his life and soul have slipped away from the blade.

He is no longer young.

The corners of his eyes are full of wrinkles, each wrinkle is full of worries and misfortunes in his life, only his eyes are young.

These are a pair of strange eyes, which seem to be emerald green, like willow branches blown by the spring breeze, gentle and flexible, and like sea water under the summer sun, full of pleasant vitality.

Perhaps it is because of these eyes that he can live to this day.

After an unknown amount of time, the portrait was finally completed. He stared at the portrait obsessively for an unknown amount of time, then he suddenly pushed open the car door and jumped off.

"call"

The big man driving the carriage immediately yelled and stopped the carriage.

This man was sweating profusely with a mustache, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, but when his eyes moved to Li Xun Huan, they immediately became softer, full of loyal sympathy, like a vicious dog looking at his master.

Tie Chuanjia, the most loyal servant of the Li family, forged an enemy because of a public case 18 years ago. After fleeing for several years, he was taken in by Li Xunhuan and his son, and has been with Li Xunhuan ever since.

Li Xun Huan, who jumped out of the car, dug a hole in the snow, buried the newly carved portrait deeply, and then stood in front of the snowdrift in a daze.

His fingers were numb from the cold, his face was red from the cold, and his body was covered with snowflakes.

But he didn't feel cold at all. The person buried in this snowdrift was like a person closest to him. When he buried "her", his own life became meaningless.

If it were someone else, they would be surprised to see him behave like this, but Tie Chuanjia seemed to be used to it, and just said in harmony: "It's getting dark, and there is still a long way to go, young master, you Get in the car!"

Li Xun Huan turned around slowly, only to find that there was a line of footprints beside the rut, coming here alone from the far north, and walking forward alone.

The footprints were very deep. It was obvious that this man had walked countless distances and was exhausted, but he still refused to stop and rest.

Li Xun Huan let out a long sigh, and murmured: "In this kind of weather, I can't imagine that there are still people who have to travel and suffer in the ice and snow. I think he must be a very lonely and pitiful person."

Tie Chuanjia didn't say anything, but sighed secretly in his heart: "Aren't you also a very lonely and pitiful person? Why do you always only know how to sympathize with others? But forget yourself..."

"Huh?" Li Xun Huan raised his head slightly, looked far away, and suddenly let out a doubtful voice in his nose.

Just because he saw, not far ahead, next to that lonely footprint, there were four other footprints, and those four footprints appeared so abruptly, as if they appeared there out of thin air, which is strange.

However, Li Xun Huan didn't think too much about it, the current him is not interested in most things.

Turning around and getting into the car, there were many pieces of solid pine wood under the car seat, Li Xunhuan started to carve again, his technique was refined and proficient, because what he carved was always the same person.

This person has not only occupied his heart, but also his body.

……

"Sister Mu Xia, how did you feel when you killed someone for the first time?" On the official road, Ou Jingyan asked curiously while following the three of them.

"Hmm..." Mucha turned his head and thought for a while, and said, "I'm very scared, very desperate, and my heart is full of guilt, but the second time, I don't feel anything, because if I don't kill the enemy, the enemy will die." kill me."

"Did you vomit?" Ou Jingyan asked tentatively.

Hearing this, Mu Xi's pretty face blushed, with a trace of embarrassment floating on her face, Mu Xia said angrily: "I didn't want to vomit at first, but Mu Xi vomited so disappointingly that I didn't want to vomit." Hold back and spit it out."

"Uh……"

Ouyang Fei listened to the three women's words with a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were on the corner ahead, he had already sensed the slightest movement in front of him.

And in front of the corner of the road, there is a lonely figure who is not tall but has a straight waist. When Ou Jingyan and Mucha talked about the feeling of killing someone for the first time, their footsteps involuntarily paused, but they walked down. For a moment, he took another step forward and moved forward.

After ten breaths, Ouyang Fei and his party turned the corner and saw the lonely figure from behind. Ou Jingyan and Mucha stopped chatting and looked curiously at the figure ahead.

(End of this chapter)