After bidding farewell to the small wind of the Silver Moon Wolf Clan, the three of them continued to hurry all the way north. Although no one mentioned it anymore, everyone's heart left the figure of the beautiful she-wolf who dared to love and hate.

Especially let me drag, a different kind of feeling, under Xiaofeng's persistent and enthusiastic eyes, in fact, it has also quietly sprouted. It's just that this throbbing heart, in this inopportune situation at this time, was forcibly pressed down by Ren me. Perhaps, growing up is to experience loss, perhaps, youth is to be a little more helpless, otherwise, it seems that it cannot be said to be a complete life.

The night is up and down, and they can rush hard in the daytime, and they urge each other to cultivate and recover at night. Because there was no heavy pressure in his heart, every time he practiced at night, Xiao Xiaoyao felt that when he ran Zhou Tian, his heart was quiet and empty, and the refining and absorption of true qi was extremely natural and fast.

It was another ordinary night, the snow was slowly receding, and some of the dead grass at the foot of the mountain had added a hint of new green. On a clear night, the moon was in the sky, the stars were dotted, and the bright light illuminated this clean and clear immaculate place. By the moonlight from the night sky, Little Joy crossed his knees on a hillside that was already covered with thick snow.

Spit on, breathe, breathe, breathe. Every time he swallowed, it was like embracing all rivers, and the yin and yang qi of the surrounding heaven and earth were rushing into Xiao Xiaoyao's body.