On the huge ice field, thousands of miles of ice and snow drifted, everything was frozen up, and only that figure walked slowly there, slowly leaving. I don't know how to tell it, that feeling, Meng Shu only felt that for a moment, his nose was sour, as if it was himself who was walking.

The Icewolf howled in the distance, looking up at the bright moon as if it were looking at its most cherished lover. The voice, however, was bleak, as if it could freeze the listener's heart for a moment, and stop it from beating.

In the distance, the man was still walking there alone, he was alone, but his back was so resolute, he seemed to be walking forward with some great purpose, looking forward to the future, but sometimes, Mengshu looked at him, and felt that it seemed that he was not going anywhere, he was just walking there, going to a fate that would never be reached.

Why, however, did Meng Shu feel like a knife in his heart for a moment? Or did he feel as if the person who walked there should be himself.

This idea passed through Mengshu's mind, and he didn't have time to pursue it, so he let it leave inadvertently.

He turned his head, and suddenly felt that his idea was a little ridiculous, because it was a dream after all!

That dream, that ice field, that person, and still those ice wolves, all had nothing to do with him, because there was no such ice field in this world for a long time.

What he was thinking was nothing more than an illusory imagination.

Lu Qingyang looked at Meng Shu, asked for his opinion again, and asked him if he was going or not, Meng Shu listened to Lu Qingyang's explanation, and felt that maybe he was thinking too much, after all, what Lu Qingyang thought should not be much worse, although he still had a little uneasiness in his heart.

After thinking for a moment, Meng Shu looked at the house standing in the fog and nodded at Lu Qingyang.

If something had happened, it would have happened a long time ago! Then why did the monster wait until now? Maybe it's because the things he encountered along the way were beyond his imagination, so he was so suspicious!

It just so happened that Meng Shu felt that he could just sober himself up and calm down, so he went in.

Lu Qingyang looked at Meng Shu, looking at his appearance, and also somewhat understood Meng Shu's thoughts.

Although he was still struggling with the picture of the spiritual fragments that Meng Shu had appeared in his consciousness before, he was afraid that he would not be able to think about those things clearly for a while, so Lu Qingyang put those things aside for the time being, and waited until later...... He looked at the house standing in the fog and thought, maybe in the future, these things will be broken by themselves, and take your time.

It's just that he is a little worried about Mengshu in his heart, Mengshu, it seems that everything that happened has something to do with Mengshu!

Liu Zhi told him that Mengshu had something on his body that the monster was afraid of, so he couldn't help but think, I'm afraid that the monster appeared here nine times out of ten because of Mengshu, right? Otherwise, he has such a great ability to kill people in an instant, but after killing people, he doesn't take a penny from the deceased, which probably makes that person a little confused. You must know that the demons who came to the world from the demon world were partly because they offended some demons who could not be offended, so they couldn't stay in the demon world, so they came to the world, and some demons, they were in order to practice spells faster and improve their skills, so they came to the world to take human yang qi or eat people's hearts to help them. And the monster obviously does not belong to the latter, he does not take a bit, but only lets those people die when they approach them, which is obviously more like a provocation, like a show of force.

However, what Lu Qingyang didn't understand was why the monster wanted to show off to Mengshu? Outside of Mengshu's body, which he didn't know about, and Liu Zhi couldn't tell what energy or mana, Lu Qingyang felt that Mengshu and him were really mortals, and there was nothing unique about it, but why did the monster do this?

What kind of mood is it for a person who is weaker than himself to show that he is strong, and he is a person who is more than a little weaker than himself?

Is it pride? But if you are proud, how can you be so mentally retarded to someone who is weaker than yourself and is not a little bit or two?

Was that fear? Apparently the monster hadn't realized that slightest fear from the beginning until now.

In an instant, Lu Qingyang even felt that the monster was a little two, just like the kind of two like Mengshu.

Lu Qingyang thought about it, and suddenly a weird smile appeared on his face, he felt that this smile seemed to be a little cringe, so he quickly stopped it before Meng Shu saw it, and after that, he was also a little puzzled, why did he have such an idea?

Suddenly, Lu Qingyang suddenly remembered a sentence, that is, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, it seems that since he stayed with Mengshu, he has become a little out of bounds?

It seems that I will have to be more restrained in the future, and I can't be like Mengshu.

After the two of them decided, they walked towards the house, the house was not very big, but it was not small, they walked that way, it was not far away, and they walked for a while.

Standing at the door, the two of them looked at the crumbling plaque and showed the same expression.

This is not a plaque, it seems to be a little mismatched with this house!

Although this house looks a little gloomy in the fog, it is barely fine, and this house is not very dilapidated, but it looks a little old, but someone should have sorted it out, otherwise, it would have been full of cobwebs.

But...... This plaque, that's really not an ordinary mismatch with that house.

The two of them stared at the plaque, only to see that the words on the plaque had long been mottled and could not be seen clearly, and the wood could not see what material it was, it hung there, crumbling, as if it was likely to fall when the wind blew, however, it had miraculously been hanging there, at least just now, it had not fallen.

Lu Qingyang looked at it and didn't think it was weird, but he felt a little funny.

I don't know if I can meet the owner of this house, but if he does, he really wants to ask why there is such a plaque on this house?

The two looked at the plaque, and finally agreed not to say anything, and then went in.

Thinking of the two of them standing there with a confused face just now, looking up at the crumbling plaque, I suddenly had an inexplicable complicated feeling.