It's a pity that the stone fell to the ground, and the long end pointed in a different direction from the Spirit Eater Rat King.

Eagle Wing looked in the third direction in amazement, should he believe in the Spirit Devourer Rat King now, or should he believe in himself?

After a moment's hesitation, Eagle Wing made a choice that even he thought was incredible, he picked the last direction, and then walked towards that place without looking back, afraid that if he hesitated, he would not be able to help but turn back.

Of course. After walking a few steps, he found that he had no chance to turn back, no matter where he went, it was a white fog, even if he stood still, the white fog would become thicker and thicker, so thick that he couldn't see his five fingers and looked down to see his boots.

However, the strange thing is that in this kind of mountain, where the road ahead is not clear, no matter how he walks, he does not touch anything, even if he deliberately drags his legs, he does not touch stones or anything like that. It didn't feel like a mountain at all, but like a flat place with nothing in the middle.

He simply squatted down, and then touched the ground, but the truth was beyond his expectations, he touched the uneven ground, and sharp stones, one by one extremely irregular, even if he didn't twist his foot, he had to scrape a hole. He deliberately stood up and stepped towards the place where there was a stone, but the stone disappeared strangely.

Well, Eagle Wing can understand why those who enter the mountains can only enter and exit, in such a place, there is no destination, no enemy, no clue can be found, there is no way forward, there is no way out, there is nothing to retreat, there is nothing but to be trapped here waiting for death.

"No, I can't stay here. Eagle Wing raised his hand and slapped himself: "The Spirit Eater Rat King brought me here, and the little black goose must be here." "Perhaps, frost-free is also there.

He simply didn't leave, moved a few steps and squatted and touched the ground, found a relatively flat place, and then took out the simple bed board from the storage space, carefully put it down, and sat on it before letting go. Then take out a thick bedding, then lay it on top, and fall asleep on it yourself, so as to conserve your strength.

He yawned, closed his eyes, and muttered in a low voice, "I hope that before I die here, the Spirit Eater Rat King can find the little black goose and come to save me." ”

It's a shame to say, but it's really his only hope.

He didn't know how long he had been lying down, he would eat something when he was hungry, and when he was numb, he would move his legs and feet on the bed, and he wouldn't move his nest or think about it anyway.

Fortunately, it is not windy or rainy here, and it is comfortable to fall asleep.

It wasn't until his food began to run out of urgency that he became a little uneasy and counted his counts, "It should have been more than half a month, I knew that I should have prepared more food." After that, he hesitated for a moment, but still took out the treasured roast goose, but before it was hot, the roast goose in his hand disappeared.

He looked at his hands in disbelief, and there were still grease stains on them, which showed that he was not dreaming when he took out the roast goose, but the roast goose was gone.

Wait, roast goose!

In his memory, there was only one guy who loved roast goose as much as his life, especially roast goose legs.

He shouted angrily: "Little black goose, is it you? Come out, get out of your eagle master!"

Then, the quiet surroundings suddenly changed, and he immediately hid to the side, and at the same time, a whirlwind appeared in his body, tightly protecting him, but a strong force still slammed into the back of his head, and it hurt so much that he gritted his teeth, but ...... There was no harm but pain.

Now, he was even more convinced that the little guy must be here.

However, he will definitely not be able to beat the little black goose, and besides, if he beats the night cloud goose, he will not be killed by himself? If he scolds, he will also have to be beaten by the little black goose, which is asking for his own suffering.

He rolled his eyes, counted in his heart, and whispered: "I not only have roasted whole goose, but also roasted goose legs, all wrapped in honey and roasted to a shiny oil, tender and tender, one bite down, the skin is charred and ......the meat is slippery" He didn't finish his words, and sure enough, his head was heavy, and something fell on his head. He looked up and met a pair of greedy little yellow bean eyes.

Big-eyed ...... Wide-eyed......

Eagle Wing couldn't believe it, he was afraid that if he blinked his eyes, everything would be empty, and finally found that it was another dream. It wasn't until the little black goose slapped another wing on the back of his head that he became angry: "Men can't hit their heads!"

The little black goose flapped its wings and quacked, as if to say: I will fight, how can you bear me?

Well, it's a shame to deal with a goose!

He stretched out his hand and tapped the back of his hand, and the little black goose reluctantly moved to the back of his hand, tilting his head to look at him.

"Is Frostless here too?" he asked.

The little black goose hesitated, nodded, and spread one of its wings and nodded in a certain direction. Eagle Wing directly raised his hand and slapped himself with a big mouth.

The direction that the little black goose is pointing to is the side where the long end of the stone points when he chooses the direction. If he had gone in that direction earlier, he would have found a place long ago, and as a result, his brain cramped, and he chose such an unlucky place.

"Take me there. He rubbed his throbbing face.

The little black goose glared at him, but did not move.

Eagle Wing sighed, "Do you think I'm going to hurt her? I really, just want to find her and make sure she's safe." ”

The little black goose tilted its head, thought for a while, and jumped on his shoulder, and the eagle wing knew that it had agreed, and immediately got up and packed up his things, and walked in that direction.

Although it was still the same white fog and the same weirdness along the way, Eagle Wing had a bottom in his heart, and he didn't care at all, but only hated himself for walking slowly, and wished he could fly with wings.

After walking for about a while, the white fog began to fade, and the eagle wing quickened his pace again, and soon he saw something, not fog, but snow, white snow. Under the snow are tender green shoots, like the last snow of the new year.

In the middle of the snow is a turquoise pond with a small white two-story castle next to it, which almost melts into the snow.

And in front of the little castle, there stood a young woman, her long hair uncombed, naturally scattered behind her until it fell to the ground, but as far as that back, he was very familiar, and in the last six months, it appeared in his dreams almost every once in a while.

He couldn't help but hold his breath, his footsteps stopped, he didn't dare to take another half step forward, the sentence "no frost" was stuck in his throat and eyes, and he couldn't scream for a long time.

Wushuang also seemed to hear the movement, slowly turned his head, looked at Eagle Wing, and said lightly: "You are here." ”