"Are you alright?" asked in a whisper as she lowered her body and faced the snow wolf spirit.

"Hmm. Mo Yi nodded, staring intently at the torn cloak on the ground, thinking that this snow wolf could do this in an instant, it was indeed extraordinary.

"Go to its nest now and look for Snow Lotus, and I'll stay behind to keep this beast at bay. Mao Qing said in a deep voice.

"Didn't you just say that you were afraid?" Mo Yi didn't expect that she would take the initiative to make such a combat suggestion.

"Hehe, but sometimes, even if you are afraid, you have to swallow it desperately and desperately! Mao Qing slowly stood up.

The snow wolf bared its teeth, and a solemn aura of ice came out of its body.

Mao Qing stood in the wind, her clothes grinning in the cold wind, and she couldn't see her face, only heard her whisper:

"Let's go!"

Mo Yi stagnated, but he couldn't move his steps, and he didn't want to leave her like this.

The snow wolf's sharp eyes swept over, and he immediately recognized which was stronger and which was weak, and rushed straight towards Mo Yi, who was hesitating.

Mao Qing was naturally alert, and the lotus step moved lightly, and his hands reproduced the flowers of the void.

A cyan glimmer flickered in his fingertips, quickly forming a transparent wall in front of Mo Yi.

"Whew!!" The snow wolf spirit slammed into it and let out a piercing cry.

"Elm head, what are you doing? Don't you go quickly!" shouted Mao Qing.

Mo Yi bit his lower lip slightly, and finally turned around and staggered towards the snow wolf spirit's cave.

When the snow wolf spirit found the initiator, he shook the snow off his body, and immediately stood up, looking at Mao Qing with fierce eyes, and the killing aura was even stronger.

"Whew~" Mao Qing realized that Mo Yi had moved away from the battle circle, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

She lowered her body slightly to stabilize her figure, her hands lightly drew half a circle in front of her, and her eyes were resolute, "It's time to deal with you next, the natural enemy of rabbits..."

Before he entered the cave, the choking smell of beasts almost smoked Mo Yi.

Forcefully pulled a piece of coarse cloth from his clothes, covered his mouth and nose, and then felt into the hole.

The cave was very damp and had a certain depth, and the further back it went, the darker it became, and I could only hear my own breathing and the sound of treading water.

Such a quiet environment made Mo Yi think a lot. Although Mao Qing always swore that she had emphasized her four-thousand-year-old cultivation and her identity as a half-immortal, it was just that the snow wolf spirit was extremely fierce, would she not be able to defeat it?

Thinking of this, Mo Yi's feet stopped, and his breathing became a little depressed.

Shaking his head, he immediately suppressed the thought in his heart, and quickened his pace, wanting to finish exploring this area as soon as possible.

All the way to the innermost point, the tentacles are slightly different from the texture of rocks and ice and snow, and my heart is excited.

Found it!

Mo Yi carefully held the snow lotus in his hand, and quickened his steps to turn back.

It seems that a long time has passed, and I don't know how well Miqing fought with the snow wolf spirit.

I finally saw the light of the cave, and for some reason I had a hint of ominous premonition in my heart.

When I got out of the hole, my eyes suddenly opened up, the snow was white, the cold wind was crazy, just like the scene of Fang Cai, but I didn't see her in Tsing Yi...

There were still fragments of cloak lying on the ground where the battle was fighting, and dozens of red blood were stained on the plain ice and snow, dazzling and dazzling.

Mo Yi chuckled in his heart, and he didn't dare to think further.

He staggered over, unable to move much faster, and even thumped his limp left leg in frustration.

"Miqing...", raising her voice hoarsely, tentatively called her name twice.

The cold wind swept up the snow on the ground, and his throat tightened, so cold that he wanted to cough violently, but no one answered him.

Mo Yi slowly knelt on the ground, picked up the fragments of the cloak, his fingertips turned white, and he clenched tightly.

There is no usual indifference and loneliness, and there is some regret in his eyes.

She obviously said that she would be afraid! Obviously, she was afraid.....

After sitting for a long time, I don't know when, the snow that had stopped for a long time began to fall quietly again.

covered up the bloodstains, and quickly chilled a heart to the bottom.

"What are you doing with that rag and holding it away?" Suddenly, a half-familiar, half-muffled voice came from afar.

Mo Yi's heart moved, and he raised his head suddenly.

In the distance, there is a touch of plain green in the snowflakes in the sky, like a floating green weed in the snow curtain, and the fairy with long hair like a waterfall is stepping on the snow in the wind.

His eyebrows were like a crescent moon and his lips were like peach petals, and that look became clearer and clearer in his eyes.

"Hey, I'm asking you, have you found the thousand-year-old snow lotus?" asked with a frown.

"Found it...", still looking at her, replied a little blankly.

"Found it?" Her eyes suddenly seemed to be full of stars, shining and moving, "Then why do you still look ugly? Could it be that you are injured?"

When the words fell, Mao Qing immediately raised Mo Yi's arm and looked left and right.

At her mercy, after hesitating again and again, he still asked softly: "Where did you just go?"

"Fight! That snow wolf was hurt by me once, and he ran away with a false move. I was afraid that it would make a detour back into the hole, so I went after it. As a result, the guy actually hid in the snow and ambushed me, but fortunately I was alert and fought for a long time, and finally subdued it. Mao Qing said vividly, with a smug look between his eyebrows.

Mo Yi put his mind at ease, lowered his eyes, loosened the cloak in his hand, changed to a desireless appearance, and said lightly: "Then let's go! My mother is still waiting for me to go back to save her." ”

Mao Qing was waiting to be praised, but he was suddenly poured a basin of cold water like this, and a smug smile froze on his lips, and he immediately stopped talking.

She tugged at his clothes and muttered, "Hey, I've put aside my life and death to help you stop that beast, even if you can't say anything to praise, you have to say thank you, right?"

Mo Yi's body froze, and he was silent for a while, but he said: "You don't have to do this in the future..."

"Huh?" questioned gently, looking at his slightly obscure expression, Mao Qing was a little puzzled.

As if to answer her head-on, he slowly turned around and said very seriously: "Next time, if you don't want to, you don't need to help anyone." If you really lose your life for this, what if you don't have a pity?"

Mao Qing's eyes widened, tilted his head to look at him, and asked teasingly: "Elm head, you shouldn't be worried about me, right?"

Mo Yi's eyes flickered, but his face was calm, and he replied very lightly: "No." It's just that I don't like to owe people too much. After saying that, he left Mao Qing and walked straight ahead alone.

"Tsk~ Obviously you're worried about me, and you have to pretend to be ruthless. Mao Qing muttered softly, squinting at his back.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and he could no longer be seen with his back on his back.

He limped forward, and she stood still, slowly getting farther and farther apart.

This person who always gives people a sense of loneliness is really annoying! I thought so in my heart, but I quickly chased after him.

I had a plan in my heart, and suddenly I jumped up.

Qingsha raised the floating snow, and Mao Qing grabbed his hand and jumped up.

"Haha~~" smirked, regardless of Mo Yi's frowning tightly.

Her black hair swept into his face, and laughter spread like silver bells into the wind.

Mo Yi was in a trance. There is something in my heart that is constantly colliding, as if I want to break something, change something?

I must be sick, he thought, but his brow gradually loosened, and even his serious expression melted into the ice and snow.

Yes, there was no cold, but the snowflakes in front of me fell like pear blossoms in a shallow spring, paving the dark sky in my heart and the muddy and dark pool under my feet.

Such a hard heart is slowly moving from harsh winter to light spring, and those defensive and indifferent disguises are gradually melting away, and there is nowhere to be found.

It's just that these quiet changes, he doesn't know, she doesn't know...