He lifted up his left trouser leg, stabbed into the intact thigh part, and endured the severe pain to cut out a piece of intact flesh bit by bit.

After taking the meat, Jiang Zhige tore the right leg of his pants and lied to Nangong Rou that he was accidentally cut by a stone when he was out. He used charcoal that had not yet turned to ash as fuel to roast the meat.

Nangong Rou saw that Jiang Zhige's right calf was exposed to the cold wind and wanted to give the mink fur coat to Jiang Zhige, but he rejected her without question.

Nangong Rou didn't argue much. In her impression, Jiang Zhige was always very cold-resistant, so losing a little trouser leg shouldn't have much of an impact.

"Stupid! Stupid! Although Fairy Nangong was young back then, she wouldn't die if she didn't eat a piece of meat or got a little cold. Why would the Demon Emperor do this?"

"I also find it hard to understand. My sister's life is life, but his life is not life? Now that he is a dying man, how can he accompany Fairy Nangong to the ten miles east of the city?"

"Have you ever thought that the Demon Emperor never thought he could finish this journey alive from the beginning?"

When these words were spoken, everyone in the hall was stunned.

Looking back at the previous scenes, it seems to be true.

What they were thinking about was how Jiang Zhige could accompany Nangong Rou to find the plum tree ten miles east of the city.

But Jiang Zhige himself only wanted Nangong Rou to be safe and sound.

"Demon Emperor."

"Why on earth have you come to this point?"

"I'm beginning to wonder, who was wrong about the siege of Xuancang Holy Land today, the Demon Emperor or us."

Everyone in the hall sighed and looked at Jiang Zhige who was kneeling in the hall.

At this moment, they were shocked and ashamed.

It's a bit ridiculous. How can a group of outsiders understand Jiang Zhige's feelings back then? In fact, Jiang Zhige was already dying when he first cut off his flesh for Nangong Rou. The reason why he did this was probably just to increase Nangong Rou's chance of survival as much as possible before he died.

Qu Yun's face became increasingly gloomy, and he warned, "Don't be soft-hearted, everyone. The Demon Emperor did have an innocent childhood, but since he took over the Heaven Realm, he has committed many crimes that would not be enough even if he died a thousand times."

Everyone in the hall nodded. They understood that no matter how kind Jiang Zhige was in his early years, he would not be able to show leniency to him.

Hundreds of strong men in the hall did not show any mercy, but Nangong Rou secretly clenched her fists.

Noticing Nangong Rou's little movement, Mo Ziyan couldn't help but sigh silently.

In fact, Qu Yun’s words are very ambiguous.

You say Jiang Zhige is naive. He is a beggar, but he can survive in a difficult environment by being self-reliant.

You said Jiang Zhige was innocent, but for two buns, he once stole in the street.

Therefore, Jiang Zhige was not innocent back then, he was just simply being nice to Nangong Rou.

A group of irrelevant people in the hall may remain indifferent, but what about Nangong Rou, who witnessed these painful memories after so many years?

By the time Nangong Rou finished eating the meat, the wind and snow outside had subsided a lot.

Jiang Zhige's lips had turned pale, but he still pretended to be normal and walked out of the cave holding Nangong Rou's hand.

Not long after he walked, he suddenly stopped and looked up at the downy snow in the sky.

"Rou'er, from now on, you can only rely on yourself."

Jiang Zhige looked melancholy, his thoughts lost in memories.

His parents died when he was three years old. He was adopted by an old beggar and suffered from hunger and cold.

When a six-year-old beggar died of illness, he began to know things and followed the old beggar's will to beg on the street.

He walked through the streets and alleys, displaying the corpse of an old beggar and acting pitifully, just to gain sympathy and get some food.

To this day, what Jiang Zhige cannot get over the most is the pity of others rather than the contemptuous looks.

Jiang Zhige once firmly believed that he would not be a beggar all his life, and that one day he would soar into the sky.

Thinking about it now, it's just a joke.

Finally, Jiang Zhige thought about the time he had spent with Nangong Rou over the past half month, and a smile of relief appeared on his lips.

Meeting this simple and lovely girl may be the greatest comfort in his life.

"Rou'er, shall we play a game?"

"Play games? Sure, sure!"

Nangong Rou's eyes lit up and she turned to look at Jiang Zhige expectantly.

Jiang Zhige pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "This game is to see who is stronger among us. Whoever speaks to the other first loses. The one walking in front is not allowed to look back. Do you understand?"

"Okay, then brother, you go ahead!"

Nangong Rou immediately understood the rules of the game and wanted Jiang Zhige to go in front.

She is not stupid. If she walks behind, she can see Jiang Zhige's back, but if she walks in front, she can only look at the endless white snow.

As long as she can see her brother's back, Nangong Rou is confident that she can defeat her brother.

Jiang Zhige straightened his expression, shook his head and said, "No, that's not fair. Let's play rock-paper-scissors to decide who goes first."

"Oh well"

Nangong Rou suddenly lost her confidence, but it was not easy for her to refuse Jiang Zhige.

Since we are playing games, it must be fair and just to be interesting.

Jiang Zhige got into position and said with a smile: "Rou'er, I can use my fists!"

Nangong Rou looked delighted, thinking that her brother wanted to give in to her.

"Stone!"

"Scissors!"

"cloth!"

This time, Jiang Zhige did not give in to Nangong Rou.

Nangong Rou's face fell, and she said angrily: "Brother is a bad guy, brother is a liar!"

She thought Jiang Zhige would use his fist, so naturally he used cloth, but Jiang Zhige used scissors.

"I accept the defeat. Rou'er, you go first."

Jiang Zhige laughed triumphantly and motioned Nangong Rou to walk in front.

"Whoever goes first goes first. Rou'er may not necessarily lose!"

Nangong Rou stamped her feet, turned around and walked forward.

When Nangong Rou turned her back to him, Jiang Zhige slowly put away his smile.

Without the childish voice to cover his face, he now looked like a dying man.

His face was pale, his breath was weak, and he limped so hard that he had difficulty even following Nangong Rou.

Even though Jiang Zhige pressed the wound on his thigh tightly, blood still continued to flow out.

Every time he walked a distance, he left a long trail of blood in the snow.

At this moment, almost the entire heaven fell into silence.

Countless people stared at the picture in the light and shadow, some were shocked, some were deeply moved, and some bowed their heads in thought.

"He's not a demon emperor, he's just a foolish brother who is willing to sacrifice his life for his sister."

"If I had a brother like this, I would have no regrets in life or death."

Most of the people in the celestial realm have never experienced the cruelty of the Demon Emperor firsthand, so witnessing this scene is enough to make them forget their hatred towards him.