In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,"Not bad!" Xie Zhiwei's lips curled into a faint smile. "All my family members are dead, and you are still alive. It is already against the natural order. What right do you have, Xiao Changxuan, to have descendants",Xie Zhiwei moved slowly towards Xiao Changxuan, wanting to remember this man, for all eternity. To remember him, for a lifetime, the relatives, the friends, all of them had died at the hands of this man, none survived!。