The snow was falling from the sky.
The highest mountain in the Kunlun Mountains, Tianqiong Peak, the white snow covered all the dust, only the wind that whistling, passing through the sky, swept the snow.
"Mother..."
In front of Xia Zhirou's tomb, a white dress, accompanied by the long hair fluttering in the wind, Yun Ling recited this extremely strange word, like this life, never read it.
Looking at the tomb, she doesn't know why, with a tear coming out of her eyes, slipping over her cheeks and dripping.
"You shouldn't bring her."
A hundred meters from the tombstone, there is a cabin, Qin Feng and the wine madman stand in front of this wooden house, both of them are looking far away from Yun Ling.
"why?"
"Because my brother will not see her."
"My biological daughter, why not."
"Ugh… Elder martial brother, with his way, he has a way that I did not understand all my life. "
