"Because I don't even know who I am, I don't know where I came from, I just know that I killed a lot of people, why, who I killed, I forgot. I'm bloody, I'm killing people, I choose to bury and forget all those horrible memories, what else can I ask you about your past?"

Chen Zixin's words stinged Zhang Yang's heart, and she felt that her heart was crushed by fragments, and was crushed by an inch of tension, suffocation and pain. She didn't know what he had experienced in the past ten thousand years, but she knew that all the pain he suffered was for her.

At that moment, if she could still speak, she would definitely tell him that her name was Zhang Yang.

Without the constraints of the laws of heaven, she also wanted to tell him that his past was unbearable, that he was the unparalleled god of war in the world, and that he longed for love.

He is her, looking up at the man who has loved for more than 170,000 years.

"Warm is the first person I've seen in this world. She was only seven years old that year. It might be because the weather was too cold, and the thick fox fur was wrapped in three layers, like a small ball," he said, "She was the first person I've ever seen in this world. "The year she was only seven years old, and the weather might be too cold. She just staggered towards me, as if she would fall down at any time."

"I lie in the snow and ice, which cannot cover up the strong smell of blood on my body. I thought I looked fierce at the time, but she was not afraid of me at all. She stretched out a warm and hot little hand and held my numb and frozen palm."

Only then did Zhang Yang realize that the fastest one was not the cherry heart, but Nanxun’s warmth.

Zhang Yang knows better than anyone else. When you are in a desperate situation, it is so beautiful and important to see the first person and the first beam of light. When she saw Ding Yi in love at first sight, Ding Yi held her hand.

At that time, she fell in love at first sight and would never forget her life.

Did he do the same for the first time when Nanxun was warm?

The new hot tea smoke was covered with dark clouds, and her eyelashes slowly fell off. After glimpsing the blue sleeves that moved her heart after tea smoke, she suddenly didn't dare to ask Chen Zixin. She thought that Nan Xun's warmth must be very important to him, otherwise he wouldn't be so sad.

Chen Zixin's cold voice came from the smoke of hot tea, but Zhang Yang heard some trance sounds.

“When I woke again, in a beautiful room, a little girl sat on the floor, sitting on the soft golden carpet in front of the bed, her little arms supported her little head, dozing off on her head,” he said, “When I woke again, in a beautiful room, a little girl sat on the soft fluffy golden carpet in front of the bed. It looked like he had been looking at it all night.”

"She saved you, didn't she?" Zhang Yang sat down slowly at the long table carved by red sandalwood and asked softly.

Chen Zixin seemed to be immersed in the long memory and could not be relieved. She also said to herself: "I don't know who I am, I warm my brother, because my waist is hung on the jade ornament, and there is a word engraved, that is the sound of milk."

It turns out that this is the origin of Brother Yi.

Still saying that memory is beautiful, Chen Zixin's lips smiled slightly. Although he smiled, Zhang Yang's heart was still tense, biting her white lips and asking, "You are that - but are you seriously injured?"
Chapter completed!