In the blizzard, the wind gathered thick cotton wool-like clouds, and between the snow clouds and the mountain peaks, Zhang Ning was like a brown kite, proudly thrown over and over.

One moment he was smashed to the top of the mountain, and the next moment he was swept into the clouds like a piece of paper, and he shouted "Hold ~~grass~~ah~~" - in the brave cry of the protagonist, Xueyun heard his heart.

In this shout, full of helplessness at the blizzard, Snow Cloud heard the powerlessness of collapse, the cold ashes, and the calmness of the encounter.

The falcons were gone before the blizzard came—gone, and their supporting characters, whose names were not seen, only flew between the lines, trying to describe their appearance and hide it in the depths of the text.

The black stone demons were gone—their smooth, hairless black stones, they couldn't enjoy the pleasure of drifting in a blizzard: the little snowflakes had just fallen three meters thick and disappeared from them.

The stupid bones left behind by the demon clan and the demon beasts timidly hid their bony bodies under the cliffs of the Black Rock Canyon......

Only the arrogant Zhang Ning, helplessly, involuntarily, drifted in the wind in the blizzard!

The snow clouds grew darker and lower, pressing down on the high and low peaks, and the mountain peaks were silent and did not want to accept the embrace of the snow clouds.

The wind howled, and the blizzard roared in the angry wind, compared to the wind.

Behold, the wind clung to a large lump of snow and threw them viciously onto the cliffs, cliffs, and peaks, and smashed them into snow mist and snow dust.

Zhang Ning shouted and fluttered, like a brown kite, flung through the snow clouds like a broken doll, and his wings swept the big snow flakes in the clouds.

Look, he's flying, like a kite—a haughty, blown kite—— he's laughing, and he's shouting, "Alas~~ah~~I~~go~~...... He laughed at the snow clouds, and it screamed out of madness!

This sluggish little demon bird,—— he couldn't tell how long the blizzard was going to rage from the fury of the storm, but he was convinced that the protagonist would not die,—— yes, he would not die!

The wind roars...... Blizzard Jump Ticket ......

Piles of snow clouds, like thick cotton wool, wriggled in the sky above the lofty mountains. The canyon grabbed the whirlwind wrapped in heavy snow flakes and snuffed them out at its own bottom. The heavy snow flakes brought by these cyclones were like headless flies flying around the valley and disappearing in a flash.

How long is the blizzard?!

This is the brave Zhang Ning, floating helplessly above the silent mountain peaks, in the middle of the blizzard;

- Kогда.прекращается.метель?

《Песня.о.буревестнике》Максим.Горький(1868～1936)

- A tribute to "The Petrel".

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[Note] The homonym of the lingua franca of the Xiuzhen realm: Ga Geda.

When will the blizzard stop?