There are thousands of miles of snow, and the scenery on the frontier can never forget the white snow. The snow is three feet long, but the frozen world is approaching a black dot.

It was a worn-out carriage, and the one who drove the car was a man with a slutch face. However, even if the carriage was worn, it could shelter from the wind and rain. In the warm little world inside the car, a middle-aged man was drinking and drinking by himself. He drank very slowly, and he looked for the taste carefully before swallowing it. He cherished every sip, but he did not stop at one sip.

Soon, the wine in the pot was exhausted. After shaking the sheepskin pot, the middle-aged man sighed in disappointment, not knowing whether he was sighing about the wine or himself. Suddenly, the man suffocated half of his breath and coughed suddenly, as if he was about to cough his throat. The man who was driving the car changed his face, but he was helpless.

"Young Master, why don't I park the car in the woods in front?"

The cough continued, tearing the lungs into pieces, and the heart-wrenching sound gradually subsided after a long time. A hoarse but still warm voice came from the carriage, "It's not a problem, how many roads are there in the town ahead?"

"There are about forty or fifty miles left."

"Yeah." He responded lightly, then fell into silence again, with only the whistling cold wind.

After the wine was finished, the middle-aged man in the car took out a piece of pine wood as thick as a fist. A knife appeared in his right hand at some point, which was an extremely thin and small knife. The knife was carved seriously on the pine wood. The man's expression was so serious at this moment that he had put his whole heart and soul into it.

One after another, so gentle as if he was treating his lover, and the wooden block gradually took shape in his hands, he was a graceful woman.

"Poetry sound..."

A word, a name, the man who touched his mind coughed heart-wrenchingly again. Suddenly he opened the car door and jumped into the snow.

The man with a harp had long been used to this. He just grabbed the reins and stopped the carriage, looked ahead with his eyes flat, leaving the world behind him to the lonely man. The wind stopped when the storm of snow stopped. The man dug a hole in the snow with his hands, which was a pair of weather-beaten hands, dry yellow, but powerful. He put the wood carving into the snow pit. He was so serious and cautious throughout the process, as if he had completed a solemn ceremony in his heart.

"Why are you doing this? She won't know the pain in your heart." A hoarse voice sounded, not sure whether the voice came from others or the man's own heart.

"She doesn't know, and I don't want her to know, it's great."

"But you're not good."

Turning back, the man looked at the black shadow that appeared behind him at some point. He was a man in a black robe. Let's call him "people", not knowing his enemies, friends, old and young, or a demon god from hell? But these have nothing to do with the man. His eyes seemed to be soaked in green under the snowy sky. Unlike the wrinkled face of the wind and frost, his eyes were so lively, just like an innocent child.

There was only one row of footprints on the snow, extending to the carriage, which was left by the man who walked over before. Of course, there should be only one person, but the man in black robe did appear, silently appearing behind him, except for the sense of existence that cannot be ignored, he did not leave any trace in this world.

But the man just smiled, and his bright smile teared open the haze that had been in the winter for several days.

"Meeting is fate, why not drink a glass of wine in the car?"

"Since you have a request, how dare you refuse to obey?"

The brazier in the carriage was still warm. The carriage started moving again, but one more person in the carriage had already been empty. The man flipped through the box for a while, and the whole box was bulging, except for a few pieces of changing clothes, it was all wine bags.

"It's not good to drink too much."

"But some people live just to drink more wine."

Whether it was self-deprecating or feeling, the man took out a bag, opened the cork and took a sip, then handed it to the man in black robe opposite, but the other party did not take it.

“This wine is a bit mixed.”

"But in such weather, it's always good to have a sip of wine."

“I have good wine.”

"Oh?" The middle-aged man's tone was filled with a hint of joy. "This is indeed the best news I have heard these days."

It can be seen that a man really loves alcohol, which can make people warm, make their hearts no longer cold, and can also make people forget things that they don’t want to remember.

The black robe flipped through his sleeves, then took out a wine bottle. This was a small porcelain pot containing wine in the tavern. It would have been overturned if there was any wine in it. However, as the man in the black robe shook the porcelain pot, a strong aroma of wine spread.

"Good wine!" Even before I could drink it, the man's nose could no longer help but temptation, "Strange, strange, I think I have drunk all the wine in the world, but I have never smelled such good wine."

"This wine was originally from heaven, so how could it be heard on earth?"

"It's reasonable, it's reasonable!" The man smiled and nodded, "It's a pity that only this pot is not enough to drink."

"Not enough? This pot of wine can be enough for you to drink for the rest of your life." The man in black said without explaining much, and took out a large bowl of Haikou from his sleeve. This bowl looked larger than his sleeve, making it elusive how it was hidden before.

The wine in the small porcelain pot was poured out towards the big bowl, and the aroma of the wine became even stronger and filled the entire carriage. What was even more strange was that the seemingly small porcelain pot poured out a lot of wine. I saw that the big bowl in Haikou were filled and stopped. The porcelain pot that should have been empty shook in the black robe's hand, but the sound was still full.

"It's interesting, it's really interesting." The man said as he picked up the bowl, took a sip, then closed his eyes and held his breath, and he let out a long time before he let out a breath. "As such a good wine, even if it is added with arsenic and the crane head is red, I'm afraid that everyone in the world will come to drink it."

"People are always like this, sometimes they are very smart, but sometimes they are blind. So... this time you shouldn't enter the pass."

"Oh," the man opened his eyes, with a sharp look in his eyes, but this was not malice, perhaps this was what he really looked like, "Do you know me?"

"I don't think anyone in the world doesn't know you. Even if you don't know you, you should know your knife."

This was a bit full, but the man did not refute, but nodded with a wry smile. There were not many people who could bear such praise today, but no matter what, the man was one of them. The lovely swordsman was ruthless, and the flying sword appeared without any mistakes.

Mikoto received a systematic announcement about the "Hundred Days of Bloody Battle" yesterday. The contradiction between the demon clan and the mage has existed since ancient times. For those old scholars in the clock tower, the monster's parts full of demonic power are the best experimental materials; and for the demon clan, the magical body of the mage is the best food.

Such a contradiction gradually widened when the Inu General of the Western Kingdom died with the enemy because of saving Inuyasha and his son. After the twelve demon kings lacked one of them. Because the demon clan was weak, taking advantage of the opportunity, the small movements of the clock tower became more and more frequent. The mage and the demon clan often had small conflicts. Such conflicts have lasted for several years.

The opportunity for all outbreak occurred a few days ago. The demon king, Feather-in-law, was not sure what he was thinking, and suddenly ordered the territory to expand towards the clock tower. Suddenly, a tough attitude ignited the explosive barrel. Such a small-scale conflict finally broke out. The two sides were actively preparing for the war, ready to wait for a certain moment when everything was ready. This moment was naturally 0:00 on March 15, 2011 set in the game company announcement!

As the storm is coming, it is also an excellent opportunity for players to compete with each other and then open up the gap. Where there are people, there are martial arts and rivers and lakes, there are disputes between strong and weak.

Although Mikoto doesn't know how her identity should be defined in "Dream Village", since she is a witch, she may be considered a mage of the Clock Tower. Since that's the case, she can certainly participate in this event. Even if it's not for experience or rewards, she is unwilling to let go of the merit points of the Time and Space Administration. After all, she can open other special dungeon maps, which is always itchy.

Because of this, Mikoto temporarily bid farewell to Kikyo and left the territory of the demon clan to go to the space-time administration bureau located in the human tribe territory. However, she did not expect to meet Xiao Li Tanhua when she entered the pass.

When Li Xunhuan entered the pass, what would greet him in the future would be a series of sarcasm and false accusations and frame-ups. Of course, what made him most sad was that he had a fate with his sweetheart. Mikoto was indeed not selfish in the previous words of advice, but she also knew that since Li Xunhuan had made a decision, it was definitely not something she could dissuade him.

It is fate to be able to meet each other.

"I'll to you!" Mikoto said as she picked up the sea bowl and took a big sip, then shed tears in tears by the strong stimulation and spicy taste. With Mikoto's current physical fitness would never be drunk because of alcohol, but she never thought that alcohol was a delicious drink, and drinking was just torture.

But in order to respect Xiao Li Feidao, or in order to respect the faith in love that moved Mikoto a long time ago, she still endured the bitterness and swallowed the wine.

Love is not like, not favor, but is born with desire but is more noble. Absolute loyalty, cannot be shared, and inseparable, originates from both parties showing their whole body without reservation, equal respect, and equal intimacy. But how many people in the world are really lucky to feel such love?

Li Xunhuan is lucky because he is one of the very few people. Even if the person he loves does not belong to him, the love is still so absolute and dedicated and will no longer be distributed to others. Because of this, his luck is also a real misfortune.

"It's a fine wine from heaven. Since we have drunk a bowl of wine together, we have known each other."

"I'm afraid you'd rather know this bar?"

Li Xunhuan did not refute, "Whether you are drinking or a person, it is always good to be able to meet each other, but I always like to have more friends."

"I am sure I wish to be able to make friends with Xiao Li Tanhua, so I dare not ask for help."

"Okay!" Li Xunhuan laughed very happily, without any falsehood, and could give her sincerity even when she first met. This is Li Xunhuan's charm, allowing A Fei, who was as lonely as a wild wolf, to make close friends with him, but it was also the entanglement of his countless injuries.

But Mikoto believes that even if you are hurt, such sincerity is nothing wrong. If even this last little beauty is forgotten and abandoned in the world, this is the most terrifying thing.

"I have nothing else to do. You can take this knife. If you have any trouble in the future, you can come to Liyuan to find me."
Chapter completed!