Byakuyayaki is a kind of wine!
Wine produced in the frozen soil of the north!
In terms of sweetness and refreshing taste, it can’t compare to Star Luo City State’s “Yue Qianfan”!
When it comes to sweetness and mellowness, it is not as good as the "Siqi Brewing" of Jia Luo City State!
But since its release, it has been recognized as the first of the "three famous wines" in the human world! Completely put all kinds of expensive liquor behind you!
Even though its history is less than three thousand years!
Its raw materials are not special, they are nothing more than wheat, sorghum, potatoes and other very common crops that can be harvested in the cold and hard land on the periphery of the ice sheet during the few short months of the year when the sun refuses to set!
In years when the weather is too bad, it is never picky about the various grains harvested from the numerous material relay stations at the northern foot of the Lianyun Mountains or the Thousand Needles Mountains and transported across the narrow sea area covered with ice floes!
Because after being tempered by the inexhaustible snow water, any raw material that comes here will eventually be left with the same taste!
That’s Lie!
Unstoppable coolness!
One gulp can rush out of your stomach and enter all your pores!
In this vast icefield where the wind and snow seem to never end, only this flavor can last forever!
It has been stationed here for more than three thousand years! Recommended by people who share the same taste! Rely on!
Sing it from generation to generation in their fiery chests!
Lasts forever!
The same seems to be true for this young man drinking alone!
There were five leather wine bags hanging on his waist, one was in his hand, and the others were already empty!
This kind of container is standard on northern frozen soil, and each one has a capacity of at least one gallon! Moreover, the wine cellar masters always fill the bottle to the fullest, and it takes a big gulp to stop the stopper!
However, it was still hard to see the haze in his eyes, and everyone in this military station had stopped showing off such things as "drinking capacity" in front of him!
Including the regimental commander who never drinks or has fun!
However, this young man never cared about these things. To him, "White Night Burn" was just the only bit of relief he could find in the endless pain. It was only gradually developed after more than three hundred sunrises and moonsets since he came here. It’s just a habit!
Especially tonight!
The place where he was was an ice col on a snow cliff hundreds of meters high. The iron-like solid ice could not block much of the north wind, but it could bury his figure!
Under the snow cliff are the tents in the military station. Most of the people have gone to bed. Only the soldiers on night watch are still doing their duty faithfully!
But in front of him, dozens of sharp-edged ice monuments had already been erected! Each one is as regular as that memory crystal! It was inserted deeply into the snow with great uprightness, casting a faint cold light on him!
He habitually bent his arms and swallowed another mouthful of strong wine. Midnight had passed, and the entire year since he came here had also passed. In a few moments, it would be time to pay tribute...
The shrill cold wind will never learn a sound other than a whine. Several whistles came from the bottom of the cliff, and it seemed that another tent was blown down by the strong wind! It was quickly ignited by the fire in the tent that never goes out day and night!
All the defensive formations here are extremely targeted, and there are no extra resources wasted elsewhere!
However, the riot soon subsided. With the help of the night watchers, the people who were awakened quickly extinguished the flames, then set up new tents and continued to sleep. In a place like this, patience and calmness are the most basic qualities!
The young man on the snow cliff was still sitting quietly, not worried about these trivial things. Besides, in this late night, he didn't want to attract any attention at all!
Maybe his every move has been known to some powerful people, but at least tonight... don't bother him...
He had already known from the chats of his comrades that in addition to the commander of the legion who was nearby, the powerful man from the altar who had never participated in the war in the neighboring military station dozens of kilometers away was also stationed for about a year!
That strong man is a woman! It’s still the rare Canglong clan! In the goblin lineage, almost all such groups have very close blood ties!
With his beloved! With the girl who gave everything for him! The relationship may be extraordinary!
Of course he knew whose arrangements these were! Even if he comes here willfully, there will always be someone who cares about him! After all, I don’t want him to encounter any danger!
But how can he still have the courage to face them...
Even the row of ice monuments seemed to be questioning him fiercely!
——Do you still have the qualifications to pay homage to them?
No matter what the reason is, he is the murderer of his loved ones! ! !
He is a heinous criminal! ! !
The human realm has existed since ancient times, and no matter what era's laws he followed, he should not continue to live! ! !
But he survived again...
Again! ! !
The snow knife as big as a wheel saw whirled down! Countless white sparks collided on the thick armor!
The two black and white tornadoes are still entangled together! It spins without stopping at all! Cut out his heart in a place that only he can see! Then stab it into a deeper and darker place!
It's like being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!
It seems like it will never end!
But he fully accepts any pain!
Even longing for them!
I heard from my grandma that my grandfather’s remnant soul completely dissipated in front of her...
Even in that last moment in the true sense, Grandpa did not have any resentment...
Just saying…
"If this is fate, then I, the Su family, will accept it, even if I am extinct"...
Just ask grandma not to interfere with him anymore, no matter what choice he makes...
He didn't know why his grandfather stopped mentioning that rare object... why he didn't mention the responsibility of the Su family to be passed down for thousands of years...
Maybe something else happened when we fell in the ice for thousands of years...
But he didn't feel relaxed at all...
When he woke up that morning a year ago, he felt that his whole body was broken!
There is no place for him in the entire human realm!
Even if he is still alive!
Even though the "three-year agreement" has passed! Even the dry speaker seems to be no longer pursuing the case!
There was a voice in the dark asking him to come here, to this vast territory filled with ice and snow!
Every inch of land here has been soaked in blood! There may be corpses buried under the ice on either side!
But this is also the source of glory!
Every snowflake here has witnessed countless bloody battles! Praise for countless sacrifices!
He is no longer the amnesiac boy with no common sense! He knew very well that in the past three thousand years, countless guilty people had come here!
Because of all kinds of remorse and regret!
To hold my chest proudly high again!
To wash away those sins!
Most of them will die soon! As a member of the "trapped camp"! Die at the forefront of every battle!
Only a very small number of strong people can leave alive and have the forgiveness of the entire human realm!
The dead sinners... their bodies and sins melted into the ice and snow... and disappeared!
And even if those survivors fell down the second they stepped out of the ice field, they would definitely not have any regrets in their hearts!
Because they fought! For the sake of the world!
Before the palace called "Redemption", they are eligible to get that extremely precious ticket!
But what about him? !
Is he still qualified...
Even his biological grandfather has forgiven him...as for himself...
Those fresh faces that were once broken like dolls...in front of his eyes...can he really laugh again...
Even in a dream...
Mother……
can you tell me…
The small and exquisite silver scissors were held in the palm of the hand...the whole head and face drooped...deeply buried in the ice and snow!
He burst into tears silently...
The white mass on top of the head jumped up slightly...revealing obsidian pupils and beak...and landed gently on the boy's knees...quietly clinging to him...
This poor little guy still doesn't understand why water flows out of his eyes, but in anyone's eyes, his expression is one of deepest sadness...
Its young heart is filled with...all the emotions called "pain"!
In the past three hundred days and nights! Every breath is like this!
Because its owner is like this...
Being sensible, it didn't make any sound at all... nor did it quietly blow away the snowflakes as usual... usually... its owner had already gone into the camp... or was immersed in drawing more complex patterns... or it seemed that Go to sleep...but stay in a "space" that it cannot reach until dawn...
It is the same as now... quietly accompanying... waiting...
Waiting to climb up to the forehead again... covering that layer of snow-white long hair...
Tonight's wind and snow seem to be even more resentful... Maybe it's because the "foreign objects" in this ice col have been there for too long... On the snow that should be flat... these "bulges" that cannot be smoothed away are eye-catching. Extremely...
These "foreign objects" came suddenly...but like the gloomy darkness tonight...they lingered...
On this ice sheet...in the long and colder winter..."tonight" is just a concept on the magic timing device...
If you go further north...near the "cave entrance" full of space cracks...the "polar night" will last for six full months of the year...
Because during this period...the warm sunshine seems to have forgotten this place...even the moon has to wait half a month to appear...
Only the halo of mist-like and rainy colors often appears as a manifold... arbitrarily changing the color of the entire sky...
And the boy finally sat up...
He carefully put away his mother's relics, but between his hands, black and white ice crystal flower branches quietly took shape, and then fell one by one to the foot of each ice monument...
For him now, such a simple Yuanli creation is just a casual thing, but this style was only seen after coming here...
These ice flowers are not only found in this military station under the snow cliff... they are said to be extremely popular in the entire northern frozen soil... they seem to have some other meaning...
But those still have nothing to do with him...
He silently called the girl's name... Of course there was no reply...
However, more than a dozen traces of grayness, as light as gossamer, were slowly precipitating... heading back to the back of his head...
Those ice flowers also slowly dissipated...but dozens of fluorescent lights spread out silently...like the erratic phosphorus fire on the tomb...
Of course, Liu Yuan's vision has already been opened... Although at this time... "Departure" will not appear on its own initiative... But Liu Yuan's calculations have never stopped...
So he knew very well how much of that discouragement was lost...
Even if these ice flowers are just decorations... they have no fighting power...
Even if most of it can be returned to the body...
But it does cost money after all...
What he consumed was an extremely precious soul...
Eileen's soul...
Every move he makes consumes traces of the people he loves...
Nearly a year has passed... There is not a day when his black and white Yuan Power is not increasing... There is not a day when the black and white spirals are not extending... There is not a day when the mass of Yuan Chakra behind his head is not spinning intensified...
The despair is getting thinner...and bleaker...
But... apart from the pain... there was nothing he could do...
I can't find any way to change the current situation...
This is not just his weird body... in this military station... there are many things that he can't do anything about...
According to the rules... a heinous person like him should have thrown himself into the forefront of the battlefield... and fought to the death with the tide of demons...
Instead of being forced to stay in the back of the northern frozen soil... Not only did he not bear any charges... He was also undergoing endless repairs on magic equipment... He was consuming his frustration bit by bit...
Maybe he shouldn't live like this at all...
If he dies... maybe Eileen's remnant soul can be freed...
But those discouragements are like an extremely stubborn chain...
Separating black and white more decisively...
Even if he awakens "Volume"...the disgrace is still burning him without regrets...trying his best to stop him...without giving him any chance of self-destruction...
However, how long can such a miserable existence be sustained...
He drank hard... and swallowed the last drop of burning... but his consciousness was just a little blurry...
He envied those people under the snow cliff who could get drunk as usual...but he shouldn't drink anymore...
If you drink any more... the "violence" will begin to wake up... the black and white energy will swirl more fiercely... every energy vein in the body may turn into a battlefield...
Before self-destruction...it will always be the frustration that is exhausted first...
During the three years when he lost his memory...grandpa did the same thing...
Nineteen years before he was born... his gentle mother was equally stubborn...
The stiff face finally softened a little... He grinned... showing an expression that he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing...
I thought if they could meet each other alive...
What would it be like...
