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The woman sees small beggar not to accept, also no longer force. She looked at the sweet sleeping face of the baby girl in her arms, smiled with some relief and began to eat.

The man sat on the snow beside the little beggar and saw the bread he was holding and the blood on his hands. It was this blood that made the man's face flash with doubt again and he said, "look, LAN, the blood on his hands..."

The woman glanced at the cake, stuffed it into her mouth, and with a flick of her finger, some snow fluttered slowly over her fingertips.

"Don't worry, it's not him. But I was more convinced of his coolness. Maybe after we're dead..."

'no, you're not going to die! You and our children will survive. And I will keep you alive!"

The man showed a face of indignation, gritted his teeth, as if very unwilling. At this time, the little beggar just see, this man's hand is also as thin as a woman's hand, and his mouth also from time to time have blood flow out.

The woman did not speak, she ate the cake, the face looked at the arms of the child. Her daughter slept deeply, with a faint blush on her little face. Looking at the blush, women and men seem to see the chi. It seems that no matter how big the danger, no matter how big the dilemma, they can also have the courage to face.

But...

It's snowstorm night.

How long can human life last on a blizzard's night?

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The snow in the air suddenly began to pick up. The man was the first to be alert, and with a swish he pulled out his well-decorated sword! The woman sees the man's appearance, also immediately vigilance rises, stands behind the man.

"He... Are they coming?"

"Well. A lot of them. And... We are surrounded."

"Byron, we... What do we do? We can't get to the stag empire anymore?"

The man is biting his teeth, the blood at the corner of his mouth is slowly pouring out. Even this time, it seemed, he was not sure what to say to protect his wife and daughter.

"Damn... If it wasn't poisoning... If it wasn't a trap... ! How could that 'key' organization be a match for both of us!"

Listening to the conversation, the beggar knew instinctively that danger was approaching. His first reaction was to run. Run away from me!

The storm, it's getting stronger. A few fireworks burst out of the dark night sky! That man in the heart anxious, but this anxious more triggered his poison injury, a thick blood suddenly out of his mouth!

Not anymore. The poison had eaten into the couple's insides, and it was a miracle they managed to stay alive. See the man vomit blood fall, the woman is also anxious, also can not help but spit out a mouthful of blood, kneeling down beside her husband.

Blood, sprinkled on the cold snow, turned into red crystals. These ruby-colored solids now symbolized the end of their fire. The man felt the woman's knees beside him, clenched his teeth, and stood up again.

However, when he stood up again, he plunged his sword into the snow, grabbed the black sword at his waist and grasped the hilt which was locked by heavy chains...

"No! Byron, this sword... !"

The woman saw byron's movements and looked very frightened.

The man snorted, "we can't die... Our children must not die! I need strength... I need to protect your strength!"

"But this sword is... !"

"Rest assured! I won't be swallowed up by it. I believe that with my strength and determination... Never be swallowed by it! RON, I'm taking you out of here... Then, reorganize our home!"

Blue veins began to appear in the man's arms. The black sword moved in his hand. The chains were black and fastened to the hilt...

"Give me the scabbard! I, as your master, command you to unsheathe me! Magic sword, dark out!!"

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Man, spit out a mouthful of blood. He fell to his knees, the poison eating into his body again in his excitement.

Sword, no scabbard. The chain answered its master with cold silence.

"Sure enough... Still not... ?"

The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the sword sadly.

"I'm not qualified... Why... Even I'm not qualified... ? The sun... Who on earth has the right to pull you out? Use your power?"

The man was silent. But after a brief silence, he stood up with his sword, picked up the woman, and was about to run further down the lane.

Both men were very tired, and the poison was eating away at their bodies and their strength. Now they are having trouble walking, let alone running. At any moment they would fall down and die.

At this time, the woman saw the little beggar that was about to escape the body, no more, a wave.

The snowflakes in the air began to hover under the power of the woman, pulling the little beggar who was about to escape. In this last moment, the woman has nothing to worry about, a baby girl in his arms into the hands of a small beggar.

"Please... The child... Protect... Our daughter... Take care of... Her... !"

The little beggar was stunned. He looked at the sleeping baby girl in his arms, unable to think for a moment. Then the man turned his head, startled at the sight of his wife entrusting her daughter to a little beggar, but with the same clenched teeth, he pulled out the chained black sword and shoved it into the boy's hand.

"Remember, boy! You must not let my daughter and this sword fall into the hands of others! You... Go to the stag empire, to the royal college of divine grace... Give my daughter and this sword to principal campa there! I beg you... A certain... It must be done! That our husband and wife even if physical and mental death, also can thank you forever!"

The black sword was heavy, heavier than the baby girl's body. The beggar's mind finally returned, and just as he was about to flatly refuse and run away, the woman took a letter from her bosom, slipped it into the baby girl's swaddling clothes, and gave the beggar a push.

"Let's go! Beg you... Hurry up and take my daughter... Go!"

"Here! Here they are!"

"Found them! Go and tell your excellency!"

"Catch them!

Suddenly, the crowd began to shout. The little beggar's nerve is tight, now he can not care about anything, holding the baby girl and the sword started to run! He went into another corner of the lane, looked around, and immediately lifted the lid of a dustbin and jumped in. Just as he closed the lid, there was a rush of feet outside in the direction of the men and women. Soon the blades collided and the cries of death echoed through the sky under the snowy night.

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Full of the death of the night, red added more killing gas.

Sword, Pierce snow. When you cross a muscle, you draw a blood line.

Hexagonal crystals circle in the air and stick to the skin's body temperature, instantly carrying away the warmth.

It had become a bloody world, but the snowstorm, silent, continued to be a spectator.

The man and the woman were back to back, and there were already too many wounds on both bodies. They gasped and their feet trembled.

Around them lay a dozen corpses. But beyond the bodies, more men with weapons surrounded them, ready to charge.

As the fighting continued, the frequency of their attacks had decreased. Severe blood loss and poison injury bit by bit eroded their consciousness, announcing the arrival of their death...

"It's unbelievable." After laying a few more bodies, the crowd around them began to slowly separate. Out of it came a man covered with a black cloak. His face was hidden behind a black cloak, but in his left hand he held a human skull, the eye part of which glowed darkly blue.

"With my poison, they can last five days and kill so many of my men? Oh, let me have to admire your performance."

The man gritted his teeth and pointed his sword at the caped man. After Shouting loudly, he rushed forward to stab, but his body was too tired, the sword was easily avoided by the other side.

"The sword of broken air, byron wood. You are the strongest among the young. No, even among the old masters, you are one of the best."

'said the cloaked man in a relaxed tone, tripping the man to the ground with a slight touch of his foot as he avoided. The four hurries forward, thrusting their spears into the man's limbs and pinning him to the snow.

The blood of the leap reddened the pure snow. At the sight of her husband suffering, the woman uttered a cry of surprise, folded her hands, and the snowflakes around her instantly condensed into icicles, piercing the hearts of the four.

The woman rushed forward, but the cloak man stopped her just in time. The skull of the left hand struck strangely, directly into the woman's abdomen, throwing her far away. The minions stepped forward again and, without hesitation, thrust their swords into her limbs so that she would be treated like her husband.

"A woman who can use mystical powers, a beautiful woman as pure as an orchid. Can you imagine? The woman who once made the whole sad continent mad for her, the king of three countries to fight for you, and the woman who made countless people die because of your joke, is lying here now, unable to move."