"Hmm!" Morant thought for a while, but could only reluctantly agree, and after finishing speaking, he ignored the eyes of Mo Sen and the little guy, walked straight to the side, and looked at Mo Sen playing coldly.

"Alright?" Mawson looked at the little guy again, seeking his answer.

"Hmm!"

"Make your choice!"

"Let me ask you again, I won, will you really let me go?" the little guy looked up at Mawson, hoping to get a definite answer.

"I said yes! Besides, you don't have a choice now, either gamble, win, let you go, lose, but die. But if you don't gamble, you're going to die. Mawson said very seriously, then pointed at Morant, and continued: "Look at his eyes, so indifferent, so fierce, I guess he definitely doesn't want you to live!"

The little guy followed Mawson's finger and looked at Morant, who was sitting on the snow against a tree, his eyes were really as Mawson said, indifferent, fierce, and matched with the sword he was holding in his hand.

The little guy was completely frightened.

"Uh-huh, I... I agree to this bet, I... I'll choose the second one, I'll hold on for ten minutes!" The little guy hurriedly turned his head and agreed to Mawson's bet, for fear that if he said it slowly, Mawson would regret it, and then with an order, Morant beheaded himself.

Morant was stunned for a moment, Lao Tzu didn't want to pay attention to you and sat here, how did he become a butcher who was ready to shoot at any time?

But no one will pay attention to him!

"That's right! Hello, I'm good, everyone's okay!" Mawson finally heard the little guy make a choice, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Now that you've made your choice, let's get ready to start!"

Mawson summoned the polar bears back and guarded them to his side in case of misfortune. Then he waved his hand at those ice wolves, and used his mental power to command them to attack the little ones, also divided into three groups, each group of four ice wolves, taking turns to release freezing rays.

First, the two ice wolves in the group attacked together, but they were blocked by the little guy with a heavy sword, and the heavy sword quickly turned into an ice sword.

It's just different from the ice sword when Morant makes a move, he is the cold ice fighting qi in the cultivation clan that can condense the fighting qi on his sword, making people look like a thick layer of ice has formed on the surface of the sword.

And the little guy's heavy sword is an ordinary sword, and the freezing rays spewed out by the ice wolf freeze his sword, putting a thick armor on his sword, making it heavier.

"Xiu Xiu~"

Two more rays came from different directions.

The little guy clenched his heavier sword in both hands, and saw the right time, like picking up a hammer, and dropped two rays.

And the sword is no longer a sword, but more like a hammer.

The tip of the sword was frozen again, forming a ball, larger than the bottom part, and resembling an ice hammer.

"Yes, yes, it's kind of interesting. It's been two minutes, come on!" Mawson, who was watching the show, told him a time, and then encouraged him casually.

"Oh, by the way, I'm going to congratulate you on getting a new weapon, it's no longer the heavy sword that is common to this continent, congratulations!" Mawson was a little amused when he saw his heavy sword turn into an ice hammer, but he still didn't forget to tease him.

The little guy naturally heard Mawson's teasing, but he didn't have time to answer Mowson, because three more freezing rays were coming, and he had to defend himself.

Four minutes passed, and the little guy could no longer hold the ice hammer, oh no, it was a heavy sword, so he had to give up the only weapon by his side.

At five minutes and fifty seconds, Xiaowu's left hand was completely frozen.

At 6 minutes and 36 seconds, Xiao Xiao's left leg was hit by a ray and turned into a quick-frozen human leg.

For seven minutes and twenty seconds, the little guy's right arm was iced.

At 7 minutes and 49 seconds, Xiaowu's right leg was frozen.

At this point, all his limbs turned into frozen bacon, and only a head and body remained.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, there's still two minutes before you're free, and you can live the life you want, but you can't see that anymore. ”

"However, you have brought us a little pleasure, this is a real version of the fighting beast, wonderful, so wonderful, I have to applaud you!" said Mawson slapping his face to the little guy who couldn't stand up.

"Oh, remember! Here I have to declare, you have failed!"

Failed! Failed!

The little guy didn't seem to hear what Mawson said before, or he didn't care what Mawson said before, and kept looking at the sky with a blank face.

It wasn't until he heard Mawson announce that his face finally changed slightly, but he quickly disappeared without a trace, and continued to look at the sky with light snow.

Although it was short-lived, Mawson, who had been watching the little guy, caught this expression, an expression of disappointment, then turned into satisfaction, and finally disappeared.

"Since you failed in the challenge, then accept the arrangement of fate!" Morant!" Mawson beckoned to Morant, who was watching the show, and signaled him to be casual.

Morant stood up, came to the little guy with a heavy sword in his hand, and looked at him with a blank face.

The little guy squinted at Morant, then withdrew and continued to look at the sky.

He knew that the fate of his failure was nothing more than death. But he was not frightened, he did not open his mouth to beg for mercy, and his face was calm, as calm as a dead lake.

The snow-white sky is scattered with a little snowflakes, the snow-white trees are still standing, and the snow-white earth has no other color.

"Click~"

Morant slashed off the little guy's head with a sword, and it was very fast, leaving him without a trace of pain.

The head was separated from the body, and the little servant glanced at Morant's still bleeding sword as he lay dying, and then slowly closed his eyes.

A snowflake fluttered and fluttered, and it happened to fall on the little guy's face, and the little guy didn't feel a trace of cold, because his face was colder than the snowflakes.

The snowflakes did not turn into snow as before, and still covered the little girl's face in the shape of a hexagonal crystal. If it was before, he would definitely wave this little naughty one away, but now he suddenly feels so kind, is this the little elf who took him away?

......

"Let's go, Yue'er is still waiting for us over there!" After a while, Mawson shouted to Morant, and then rode away on the polar white bear, surrounded by those ice wolves to protect him.

Yes, the battle is over, and he still hasn't summoned these monsters back, he's afraid!

He wasn't afraid that there would be an accomplice of the little guy, he was afraid that Morant was from another family, or was bought by other families, and he was afraid that Morant would find out that he was a summoner and suddenly make a black hand.

"Yes, young master!" Morant looked at Mo Sen who was escorted by the monster, he naturally knew what his young master was worried about, although he felt very unhappy to be suspected, but he was still very relieved to see Mo Sen's cautious attitude.

Yes, he is not from other families, and he has not been bought by other families, he is very loyal to the Mo family, or he is loyal to the current head of the Mo family------- Mo Wentian!