Leng Hotaru's memory is not long, and it is even said that it is very short. But there were too many questions in it, and she couldn't imagine it, as if she had read a book that was not only incomplete but also a eunuch, and she panicked.

When Wu Ya's gaze returned to focus, Ermao, who couldn't find the second Leng Firefly no matter how much she searched, finally gave up, and could only sit on the raised stones by the river with resentment and look at the two silly cubs playing in the water.

Even if he grew up near the water since he was a child, he has seen many forms of rivers, but every time he sees the water, the little tiger cub can't help but want to plunge into the water and swim happily.

However, when he approached the spring, the little tiger cub felt the cold spring that was so cold that his bones were frosted, and the warm spring that he felt that he could immediately ripen when he jumped down, and he silently suppressed the impulse that he should not have, and then followed the river.

As for the pieces, she simply thought about whether there was anything good to eat in the river, or what could be done. If she throws the meat into the warm spring, will it be scalded instantly? If she throws the fruit into the cold spring, will there be ice lumps to eat? Or can you combine two waters with different temperatures to make a meatball with two heavens of ice and fire?

The reality is skinny, the imagination is beautiful. She saw that the little tiger cub was frozen and covered in hoarfrost as soon as he approached the cold spring, and it was not easy for him to get rid of the water on his body, and the little tiger cub who was not afraid of death ran to the warm spring to experience a temperature that could make him so hot that he jumped on his feet.

Well, she shouldn't do something that doesn't seem reliable at all!

Seems a little hot right now?

Feeling that she was sitting relatively close to the warm spring, she silently lifted her little meat legs, moved herself to a stone close to the cold spring that was not too cold, took out the fruit and dried meat from the back basket, and ate it quietly.

The little tiger cub who patrolled around and didn't find anything to use was a little lost, but as soon as he turned his head and saw the melon-eating female beast that was serving as a background board, the whole beast was suddenly in good spirits, and ran over, sat down on the stone next to the broken pieces, and nibbled on the dried fruits that were exchanged with the broken ones.

Ermao looked at the two small dots of one big and one small who sat in a row to eat fruits, and sighed deeply.

Her luck today is a bit back, it doesn't matter if she didn't meet Leng Ying, she just went to look around and found that except for the pile of grass next to the Yin Yang Shuangquan, there was nothing here, and there was not a single hair, which made her depressed.

Except for the iconic cold firefly, there was none of the other associated sources, and she thought that someone had been here and had stolen everything.

However, in the next second, Ermao vetoed this possibility! This cave has only appeared for less than three days, and it is not far from the cave, so no one is stupid enough to steal something under her eyes!

Could it be that the Yin and Yang Springs here have not yet grown? If this is the case, she will have to light a piece of wax for herself! What she is most afraid of in winter is this kind of underground cave that has not yet been fully formed, and she is afraid that if she does not notice it, when the underground cave is fully formed, a large amount of source power will be generated and the source plant will be generated, causing the balance here to be lost.

Why did she have so many troubles in her blessed land this year? Or did she rob too many Niu Niu Niu? So you're cursed by Niu Niu again?

Ermao, who was extremely depressed, rolled several times on the smooth big stone, and then used his small wings to prop up his body like a rice ball, and jumped down into the cold spring to calm down.

After she calmed down, when she went ashore, she saw that Wu Ya had not only woken up, but was also in a daze, rushing into Wu Ya's arms like firing a small cannonball, with a look of grievance.

"Are you awake?"

Wu Ya, who was still thinking about it, was suddenly brought back to her senses by the sudden coldness, but she unconsciously pinched Ermao's soft little paws several times just now, and this time she came into contact with Ermao's accusatory gaze, and immediately smiled awkwardly.

"I saw the migration process of an orc," after saying this, Wuya saw Ermao, whose eyes widened instantly, and added, "I'm a little incomplete about this." ”

When Ermao strongly asked to know all the details of this matter, Wuya simply picked a place here that looked clean and sat down, and told Ermao what she saw.

"Why do I think that race is so similar to the snow devil?" The little tiger cub who didn't know when he came here to listen to the story said suspiciously, "But this is not the habitat of the snow devil?"

Although Hotaru's light has the ability to store memories, it has limitations, and she can only record what happened in this place.

"Well, there's actually a team of snow devils who have been here!"

Hearing the words of the little tiger cub, Ermao suddenly remembered that there was indeed such a thing about the migration of snow demons recorded in the classics of the clan. However, it has been a long time since that incident, and the beast that wrote this story died before it was finished, so it is a little unclear, but everyone has not understood it in depth, so if she hadn't been interested in the relics of the migrating snow demons, she wouldn't have remembered that there was still this stubble.

"This blessed land I am in was a wasteland a long time ago, and in the winter there is nothing here is a white expanse, if it weren't for the fact that some people came here to open up the wasteland, and found that this is actually a broken blessed land, and then they began to renovate this place, otherwise it would not be as prosperous as it is today. ”

Ermao, this blessed land used to be a rolling criss-cross mountain range, but in ancient times experienced a great disaster, as a blessed land in the center of the disaster, the mountains were almost leveled, within a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers there is no grass, even the water source that everyone depends on for survival has been displaced, and the beasts and beasts can not survive here, so they have chosen to flee.

The snow devil we are talking about now is one of the snow beasts of the race that successfully escaped the disaster at that time and survived. In fact, the appearance of the snow beasts is similar, but there are some slight differences. It's like the snow beast with horns on its head that Wuya met, in fact, it is found in every extremely cold place, and the difference between them is that the shape of the horns is different. Some are a little longer, a little shorter, or a little thicker, a little thinner, and some are straight and curved, and if you throw away the horns, all snow beasts are the same.

Ermao got the hint of the little tiger cub, and realized that the snow beast that Wu Ya said in her mouth happened to be the snow beast she knew.

"Is there anything special about them?"

There are not many beasts that can make Ermao remember, so what should be the excellence of that beast?

Or they have something that impresses Ermao, which arouses Ermao's interest in flipping through the classics.

You must know that Ermao is a cub who doesn't like to read, and it must not be an ordinary thing to make her so diligent.