Lin Lexu couldn't forget what happened eleven years ago, and he didn't dare to think of it. When she dreams back at midnight, she can't help but keep wandering in her mind, first of all, that handsome young man who would call her "little uncle" with gentle eyebrows and straight eyes.
Then came that fateful night on Corpse Mountain.
She couldn't figure out whether the scene in her memory was a reproduction of the scene at that time. She always felt that such a tragic scene should not be silent, without heart-rending shouts. For a moment, there was already a river of blood and corpses strewn across the field.
It was still dark at that time, and the bright moon was as bright as frost and snow.
She could clearly see every face lying in a pool of blood, and everyone was looking at her with silent expressions of pain.
However, that young man struggled to get up from the pile of corpses, struggled to stand in front of her, and finally begged: "Little uncle, stay alive!"
As a result, Lin Lexu survived.
He became one of the few survivors of the tragic battle at Corpse Mountain, and lived an elusive life in Xiaojianjian for eleven years.
Eleven years later, Lin Lexu finally mustered up the courage to go down the mountain.
Walking north, before reaching Linjiang, she accidentally ran into the young man who had blocked her path.
Dressed in snow clothes, he has a tall figure.
Junya is still handsome, but a lot less gentle. Her whole body seems to be filled with the coldness of Linjiang Snowfield, and her dark eyes are as bottomless as the Chenxing River at night.
He stood two steps away and called her calmly: "Long time no see, Miss Lin."
Purpose: Save yourself and save others
