Chapter 110: The Cultivator of Siberia (Tales of the Night)

Ice and snow, cold wind, this year's Siberian winter came earlier than usual, when the south is still a autumn wind of falling leaves, here is already covered in silver, the world is one color, the cold wind blows up the falling snowflakes, blurring a piece of the world. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The sky pressure is very low, but the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, covering the earth one after another, and the wide plain has become an endless snowfield, through the big snowflakes, you can vaguely see a snow-white round dirt bag on the snow, and a figure that has not moved for a long time, the figure seems to be a statue, in front of a tomb, kneeling for a long time, not moving, even if the body is covered by snowflakes layer after layer.

Dismask in the wind and snow wrapped a thickened military coat, under the howling of the cold wind, he still felt a trace of coolness blowing in from the collar, he couldn't help but wrap his cotton coat again and again, and then walked forward, at this moment, maybe he regretted it, he should go to sunny Egypt to talk to Anubis, the god of death, robbing tombs or something.

Soon after, there was a figure at the grave in the snowstorm, a dirt bag, two figures, one kneeling there, the other standing, swaying in the wind and snow.

"You!

The snow is falling heavier and heavier, and the wind is getting more and more urgent.

"Who are you?" After a long time, the figure kneeling there finally spoke, and his voice was hoarse and terrifying.

"My name is Dismask, and I'm from Sanctuary. Dismusk tightened his coat and said in a deep voice.

"Why should I believe you?" the kneeling figure, even as he spoke, his eyes still stared straight at the grave, and his body did not move.

Dishorse glanced at him, reluctantly reached out and pulled out a medal from his bosom and skimmed it over, in the form of a shield with a silver owl carved on it.

The medal drew a perfect arc from the intersection of wind and snow, and fell right in front of the kneeling figure, seeing the majestic owl with wings, the kneeling body was obviously tight, he hesitantly stretched out his hand to gently pick up the medal, after carefully examining it, the snow on his body shook off, he stood up, and said softly.

"I'm Kamio, Bonaparte......"

"Huh?!" Dis Musk said with a slight hesitation, "the First French Imperial Family." ”

"That's all in the past, people ~ need to look forward. Ka Miao turned around, handed the medal back, looked at Dismask, and said.

At this moment, Dismask saw Ka Miao's face clearly, a young man with clear eyebrows, handsome and chic, long pale green hair, scattered on his chest, and not blown by the wanton cold wind, the whole body revealed a unique temperament, as cold as this wind and snow, rejecting people thousands of miles away, the most special thing is that he has a pair of ice-like eyes, green pupils seem to be padded with a layer of thin ice, from the inside you can see the reflected scene of wind and snow, in fact, the most strange thing is that there is still a trace of sadness in that pair of cold eyes, a kind of disobedience, a contradiction, but it can be so charming。

"Lord Dismask, the guardian knight, you came here from the Sanctuary, what are you talking about?" A hint of cold, a cool breeze, not as hoarse as just now, but not with emotional foreshadowing.

"Don't call me sir, just call me Dis, I am guided by the order of His Majesty the Pope to guide the practitioners of Siberia to return to the Holy Land. Dis Musk said indifferently, listening to Ka Miao's cold and cold voice, a figure flashed through his mind, it was a woman, Jamil's Rang Ye teacher.

"Hmm~!" Hearing Dismask's answer, Ka Miao's body, who had been waiting here for several years, shook significantly, and the joy flashed in Frost's eyes, and then as if he thought of something, he was covered by the cold snow, he hummed lightly, stunned there, and finally sighed slightly and said, "Let's go......"

Dismusk was stunned when he heard this, and then said casually, "Don't you need to say goodbye to your friends?"

Ka Miao looked back at the lonely figure on the hillside in the distance, and only after a long time did she retract her gaze, shook her head, and said indifferently, "It's better not to see each other, why bother to be ruthless." After speaking, he subconsciously glanced at the grave in the wind and snow, and then walked towards the snow with a lot of concern.

Dismask shrugged his shoulders, looked at the figure on the hillside, the grave at the bottom of the hillside, and then followed Ka Miao's figure, gradually disappearing into the wind and snow.

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From the great plains of Siberia to the depths of Central Europe, a train gallops away in black smoke, from the ice and snow to the autumn wind and leaves.

In the train, Dismask and Ka Miao sat face to face, and there was no one around, and there were only two of them in this carriage, according to Ka Miao, he had observed this train for a long time, this is a private train, a train that runs from Siberia to Central Europe, there are only three carriages in total, generally when you go to Siberia, the carriage will be full, and when you go to Central Europe, only the first carriage will be manned.

When Dis Musk first heard that Ka Miao was going to take a train to the Sanctuary, he felt very strange, he couldn't help but ask Ka Miao, and the answer he got was "Scattered!" Also, looking at his expression, and the scene where he was picked, two men, a grave, and Ka Miao was still kneeling in front of the grave, this was destined to be a sad story, Dis Musk had the heart to ask, but Ka Miao's cold air and cold eyes made him swallow the words to his mouth and swallow.

The train swayed forward, Dismask's figure also swayed slightly with the vibration of the train, he squinted at Ka Miao, the sad boy was looking out of the window with an indifferent face, seeing the frost leaves falling from the ice and snow, just looking straight ahead, never changed a position, and never said a word, the two were so weirdly silent, letting time pass unscrupulously.

I don't know how long it took, the cold winter in Siberia has been left behind by the train, there was a light rain in the sky, gray bits and pieces, the speed of the train gradually slowed down, with a flute, waiting.

"It's a station. Dis Musk judged through the scene outside the window, but there were several black cars parked on the platform outside, as the godfather of the mafia, Dis Musk subconsciously thought that the power of this gang was quite large.

"Whose train did you choose?" When Dismask saw a man in black outside the train flashing a flashlight into the car three times, as if it was some kind of code, he couldn't help but spit out to the indifferent boy opposite.

"I don't know~" Ka Miao replied coldly.

At this moment, there was a sudden wolf howl in the night, and then, before the sound could dissipate, a thudding sound was remembered on the roof of the car, and even the train shook slightly.

"It seems that there are always some surprises waiting for you in life. Dismusk glanced at the protruding marks on the roof of the car and said with interest.

Ka Miao didn't answer, just turned her head to look out the window, the night was vast, as if there was nothing.

It's just that, the next moment, there was a bang, it was the sound of glass breaking, a giant gray unknown creature, burst out of the night, flashing cold claws, bloodthirsty red eyes, vigorous and long body hair, with the shattering of glass rushed into the middle of Dismask and Ka Miao.

This is clearly a huge werewolf, he raised his claws and grabbed Ka Miao who was sitting on the side, but for a moment, a trace of doubt flashed in the wolf's eyes, how could these two things be so calm when they saw the werewolf.

The next moment, blood spurted out, stained the roof of the car, stained the ground, and ruffled his long hair, a huge wolf head fell from the air to the ground, and rolled a few times, the wolf's head faced Ka Miao, and his eyes were still full of doubts just now.

Looking at Ka Miao, who was sprayed with blood, that cold temperament also faded a lot, and was replaced by an indifference and killing of life. It is not only the werewolf who comes out of the night, but also the Shura in hell (this Shura is not the other Shura).

There was a bang, and there was the sound of glass breaking, and another werewolf broke through the window on the left side of the two, but before he could make the next move, he heard a "bang", and the werewolf's head shattered to the ground, and a piece of blood decorated the broken window, and then the rest of his body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Dismask, who was on the side of "Hehe......" raised his arm and pointed his finger, just by the force of acupressure, he crushed the head of a werewolf violently.

"It's more decent to fight like this. ”