The first goddess of pride

It's also because he will never be as gentle as that person in his life...to be someone she can rely on...

At this moment, he suddenly hated himself... What have he been doing in the past thirteen years? Why, only now did he realize how important she was to him. However, it was already too late. Her heart had long since

In the accumulation of years, it was given to another person.

But he never thought about keeping her, he always thought that the three of them would always be together and never separate.

But now, he knows that there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever, and they are a match made in heaven. He has been a ridiculous outsider from the beginning...

"Haha...hahaha..." He was suffering unprecedented pain, but he had no tears. He had never shed a tear since he was a child, because he didn't even understand what sadness was...

He laughed more and more crazily, and his heart ached when he laughed. He even cried when he laughed...

Under the gloomy night, the back of the red boy was particularly depressed and depressed, disappearing into the night... and could never be found again...

On Tianmu Mountain, there is still snow that never melts all year round, strong winds are raging, and blizzards are sweeping across.

And in the vast snowfield, a red shadow suddenly appeared.

It's too cold here for flying beasts to pass, but this man, as if he can't feel the cold wind, walks forward in the snow. Step by step, he wanders like a ghost without feeling.

Until he reached the top of Tianmu Mountain and found a place to stay in a snow-sculpted house.

The cold wind was blocked outside the door, and although there was no heating facility inside, it was much better than outside.

The four masters and disciples, Dao Wuming, have lived in this environment for so many years, and they have almost no feeling for the cold.

As soon as he entered the door, Li Xie walked towards the inner room where Dao Wuming was retreating.

Opening a small white door, a passage leading to the underground appeared. Li Xie silently stepped forward and walked in step by step.

Two days ago, he took advantage of the darkness and set off first. He just wanted to reach Tianmu Mountain earlier, get Dao Wuming's approval, and be able to start his army. He didn't want to see Gong Que and Dao Zhen'er again.

I just want to forget all the pain. From now on, he will still be the same Li Xie. He is responsible for the rise and fall of the country and the race. He must return to Yanluo City.

In the underground passage, as Li Xie arrived, lights lit up along the way, guiding his progress.

In front of the last snow-white arch, he paused, stared at the snow-white door, raised his hand, but for a long time did not have the courage to push the door open and enter.

"Come in!" Suddenly, an old and kind voice came from inside the arch.

Even though he hadn't heard it for half a year, Li Xie already knew that it was the nameless voice. The master who made him feel like his father.

He couldn't help but muster up the courage, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

What caught the eye was a square training platform. On the platform, an old man with gray hair and gray hair was sitting cross-legged. He was dressed in white and looked like an immortal. He sat there and looked at him with a kind smile.

"Master, my disciple is back." When Li Xie saw Dao Wuming, he took two steps forward, knelt down on one knee with his fists clasped, and saluted Dao Wuming.

"Get up. You must be tired after the journey back." Dao Wuming's voice was still steady and peaceful. He did not ask Gong Que or Dao Zhen'er, as if he already knew everything.