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",From Xie Zhiwei's corner, a surge of emotion once again overflowed, flowing along the white stream, shocking and astounding his gaze.。