Volume 1 Life is like the first time you see me.

　　"Kara ......" 　　"Kala ...... Kala ......" 　　Can't tell what kind of sound this is, hearing in the ear seems to penetrate the body and rush into the soul, so that one's body can't help but shiver a few times in this cold snowy night. 　　Bleak north wind in this heaven and earth whimpering, gusts of white snow dancing with the wind, the dome of the sky divided into pieces, layer by layer sprinkled all over the earth, far away from a look, if the silver, all over the desolate. 　　This is not late at night, just dusk, but the sky is as bleak as the night, giving people a heavy feeling, like pressure in the heart, can not breathe. On that silvery earth, a huge silhouette could be seen, it was a majestic city, as if a giant beast was approaching. 　　The center of the city, there is a towering tower-like altar, into the shape of seven horns, black, straight into the cloud peaks, standing in the storm within the towering immovable, that altar blowing over the whimpering wind, it is mixed with the sound of such a Kala Kala, scattered into the distance, with a primitive ruggedness, a different kind of rhyme. 　　"Is there still hope? ...... Is there still ......" 　　The hoarse murmuring voice, in this wind and snow from that altar floated out, seems to be fused with that wind, vaguely somewhat indistinguishable. 　　"If there is hope, then where is hope, if there is no hope, and why let me see!!!" That voice was like a maniac, almost hysterical, roaring back into the nine heavens. 　　Below the altar, at this moment there are countless figures wearing straw raincoat, silently standing there, far away from a look, there are hundreds of thousands of them, they have men and women, around the altar, densely packed a, immobile, but there is a frenzy emerges, as if the altar on the person a sentence, they can give everything for it. 　　Snow, bigger. 　　"Since you let me see, there must be hope, but hope ...... where!" The hoarse voice on that altar was bitter and contained sorrow for a long time. 　　"Today, the bright yellow wrong return, the three tai open the land, the snow wind comes, the ancient one made, the old man wants to count the barbaric sky again!" That voice suddenly become bigger, also do not know what means, but see that the sky on the wind and clouds color change, countless falling snowflakes all suddenly stop, followed by all the rewinding, from all directions whistling to come cohesion together, make heaven and earth quake! 　　That the sky no longer snow falling, all the snowflakes cohesion formed a huge snow-colored XuanLong, this dragon just formed on the sky immediately hissing, the sound harsh into the ear, so that all hear the people, immediately heart and soul, like to be torn by the sound. 　　Array of shocking blood, from the snow dragon body secrete, soon filled its whole body, make this snow dragon such as became a blood dragon, it hissed miserably, struggling body violently rushed toward the sky, such as a savage meteor plunged into the sky, as if to blast open a hole in the sky, open a hope. 　　The speed of the fast, in the twinkling of an eye is endless, roaring back and forth, like this dragon crashed in some invisible diaphragm, heaven and earth shaking, buzzing sound spread to the eight directions, the blood dragon again screamed miserably, the body to the naked eye visible speed layer by layer collapse. 　　In its will be completely broken open the moment, that altar below the hundreds of thousands of silent people, all hands pinch knives, bite the tip of the tongue, sprayed a mouthful of blood, those blood seems to be some kind of power traction, sprinting up, as if the sea of blood in the air, straight to the collapse in the blood dragon to go, and the fusion of the dragon after the collapse of the momentum has slowed, rushed to the higher skies. 　　See that the blood dragon higher and higher, cohesion of all the eyes, but at this time, the blood dragon is fierce body quake, issued a spread over tens of thousands of miles of hissing, and then can not stop the collapse of the body, turned into countless blood-colored snowflakes, drifting down, far from the sky and earth has been dyed into a red yellow spring. 　　More so, at this moment, the instant that blood dragon collapsed, from its mouth came out a voice completely different from the mournful roar! 　　"Gothic ......" 　　"Gothic ......" At the top of that altar, right in the center, sitting on his knees was an old man wearing a purple robe, that old man's face was full of wrinkles, and even more so, it was full of brown spots, and he opened his eyes in his mutterings, but his eyes were dull and lightless, obviously a blind man. 　　A complete spine was placed in front of him, emanating a morose-white aura, and in his right hand he held a stone tablet, resting on top of the thirteenth piece of spine. 　　His empty eyes looked at the sky silently for a long, long time, and let out a long sigh. 　　"Tell King Yu ...... that the old man has done his best ......" 　　In the middle of his words, his right hand, which was holding the stone piece, moved again on that weird spine, rubbing against the animal bone, emitting a click-click-click-click sound, dispersing toward the distance, his figure showing a depression, fusing with this sound, revealing a sad loneliness and decline. 　　"As a barbarian duke of the Dayu Dynasty, I see a world that you guys can't ...... see." 　　"You ...... can not see ......" 　　"Hope ......"