It turned out to be a weasel roaring in pain, only to see his body trembling violently, an ugly head directly twisted and deformed, sharp fangs gnashing indiscriminately, claws desperately grasping something, but unfortunately everything was in vain.

Because at this time it was lifted high, but the posture was more bloody, because the bloody hand was inserted from his anus, commonly known as the pottery anus.

Then a bloody hand slowly appeared inside his skull, and then with a force of the bloody hand, a weasel's painful wail came from the snow......

The snow was still dripping, and only the bones of a weasel were left in the snow, and when I got closer, I saw that the weasel was intact, but the ugly face was full of fear, and the unwilling eyes.

Two rows of footprints appeared in the snow, and then they were buried by the snowflakes, and disappeared into the world along with the weasel bones......

The snow seemed to be falling heavier and heavier, and even the Sunset Mountains were covered with a layer of snow-white clothing, white in the snow, it should have been a beautiful scenery but there was a hint of conspiracy, and a dark cloud rolled in the snow.

Carrying the martial beast Nighthawk on his shoulder, the wind was blowing step by step, and Han Ping, who was dressed in animal skin, was still quickly shuttling through the dense forest and snow, and looked back from time to time to see if the fart king was brewing a big move again.

"Whew~" A mouthful of turbid breath was exhaled, Hanping seemed to be tired of running, raised his hand and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, it was obviously in the snow, but there were beads of sweat dripping.

"It seems that this fart king didn't chase him, but it's okay. Han Ping looked behind him, patted his chest and said, "It's good that I'm fast enough, otherwise I'll have to eat fart again!" He sighed and continued to carry the Nighthawk towards the Ice Tribe.

"Quack"

An owl chirped, adding a little loneliness to this lonely snowy night, the snow was still falling, and the whole Sunset Mountains were even whiter.

"Whoosh"

Hanping, who carried the nighthawk, shuttled back and forth through the dense forest and snowy night, and finally after some hurrying, a huge cold ice tree appeared in front of him.

The Ice Tree stands in the snow, the branches are straight, the green leaves are even more luxuriant, and the thick snow has not made him succumb, at this time the Ice Tree is more like a giant, a warrior, standing up to the sky, frank and swinging, and must not be defeated in difficulties, that is the unyielding will.

Han Ping looked at the cold ice tree, and received an inexplicable touch in his heart: a warrior can be defeated, but he must not be defeated, he does not give in, he dares to fight against fate, even if he is crushed in the end, his life is not in vain......

"Who is sneaking around outside my tribe?" a powerful voice came as a group of guards appeared, surprisingly fast.

"Han Niu, you kid even dare me to roar?" Seeing the young man in front of him clearly, Han Ping asked jokingly.

"Hey, hey, isn't it dark, I can't see it. The bewildered Han Niu grabbed his head and explained, not forgetting to smirk.

"Well, if you don't do this, I'll look down on you, okay!" Hanping praised.

Hearing the voice of the person coming clearly, the guards hurriedly clenched their fists: "See the patriarch." His eyes looked at the nighthawk on Hanping's body in unison, and muttered in his heart: "I have to eat!"

"It's all polite, what about Uncle Gong Rin?" Han Ping asked directly.

"Little guy, miss me?" At this time, I only saw the sound of breaking the air, and then the polite bow Rin appeared, although he was still laughing and laughing as usual, but Hanping saw a killing breath.

Perhaps, when Ice Elder decides to revive the Ice Tribe and decides to kill the world in the Ice Tribe, everyone will eventually embark on the path of killing.

"Hehe!" Han Ping smirked and shook off these distractions, "Uncle Gong, show you a good thing." "Anyway, he threw the nighthawk on his back to the ground, and shook his arm by the way, this big guy is not light.

"Oh, Martial Beast. Gong Rin was surprised, and the members of the guard team below were not calm, "Martial Beast, this is a Martial Beast that was easily slaughtered by the patriarch?"

"Uncle Gong, take it back and put it away, and we will have a good meal during the New Year. Hanping said.

"Yes, yes! Everyone said excitedly, after all, this is a martial beast, and eating a piece can prolong life and have many benefits.

"Okay, you kid stay safe. Gong Rin replied, and reached out and took a bag from the animal skin pocket and handed it to Kanping.

Although this bag is not good-looking, he is a Qiankun bag, the one given by Grandpa Bing when Hanping collected cold ice beads in the ice world.

It seems that Gong Rin guessed the thrill of Hanping without a Qiankun bag.

Han Ping was not polite, took the Qiankun bag, hugged his fist at Gong Rin, and disappeared into the long snowy night.

The Ice Tribe calmed down at one time, this small tribe may be the safest tribe in the entire Falling Sun Mountain Range now, because many tribes have no warriors, no strong force support, even if there are warriors, they will have to accept the baptism of wind and rain, such as: Wu tribe.

Hanping quickly turned back, without the weight of the nighthawk, this time his speed was very fast, he believed that even if he encountered the weasel again, he could quickly escape, but he didn't know that the weasel he was thinking about had formed an ice sculpture at the moment and was being eaten by a pack of wolves......

The snowy night was still snowy, and the darkness was boundless, and Hanping arrived at the place where the Nighthawk and a few bandits and warriors were fighting, carefully probing the breath left behind, and then tracking it all the way.

Looking for clues, finally when the rooster crows and the east reveals the white belly of the fish, a young man wearing animal skins but a hole in the east and a hole in the west appeared in front of a tribe, and the book reads: Wushi tribe.

After a night of tracking, Han Ping found that the hidden aura was interrupted by the Wu tribe, and he decided to go inside to take a look, and by the way, take a look at the old patriarch of the Wu tribe.

Perhaps because of the old patriarch, Hanping felt more cordial to the old patriarchs of some tribes.

Hanping adjusted his breath, cut his hair, tidied up his tattered animal skin clothes, and approached the Wu tribe with a handsome personality, bringing up pieces of snowflakes along the way.

"Who is it?" As last time, he was greeted with the same sentence, and then a sharp arrow struck, and he smiled, avoiding the sharp arrow, and waited for the other party to arrive.

After a while, a team of people dared to come, led by a shrewd old man, behind a dozen people, all bows, arrows and spears, it seems that the Wu tribe is much behind the ice tribe.

"Who are you?" The old man asked, looking at the young man with a calm and calm expression, his expression was not beaten, the animal skin was tattered, and a smell came from time to time.

"I" Hanping just came out with the word "I", and was interrupted alive, and it was a teenager who spoke.

"Elder, you see that he is a little thin, his clothes are in tatters, and he looks like a tribesman fleeing the famine. The boy said.

Indeed, the image of Hanping is very different from that of fleeing the famine, and it is normal to be misunderstood, there is a category of people in the entire Southern Regions, most of them have left the tribe and begged everywhere to survive, and some have turned to other tribes to survive.

If you ask why they left the tribe, it is unknown, maybe they were exiled by the tribe, like the sunset, or they fled from the tribe themselves, or the tribe was wiped out......

This world is inherently unfair, and natural selection of the fittest survives!