Somewhere in the snowy region of the ruins.

The blood of the demon beasts of various colors mixed together and seeped into the snow, turning into ice crystals, and the rich bloody gas and the stench of corpses mixed together, which was disgusting.

A fierce battle had just taken place here, and many demon beasts had died as a result, even the most cunning fox wolves had not been spared.

A black head appeared in the snow, looking around vigilantly.

Not far away, there was a reminder that the huge demon beast was panting, and the white mist from its mouth and nose blew the snowflakes in front of it and danced in the wind, and the blood stains were splashed there, like plum blossoms falling in the snow, even in such a dark night, it looked so dazzling and dazzling, and there was a kind of beauty of demon rule.

The heavy snort and the hoarse sounds that came out of the throat from time to time could tell that it was painful and badly injured.

When the little black head saw it, it was visibly stunned.

I didn't expect there to be only one alive left!

The monster's huge wings were full of wounds, its slender body was torn in scales, and one of the two horns on its forehead was broken, making it look very embarrassed.

It's never been so messy.

Because it's a powerful dragon.

It is also the final winner of this monster fight.

Even now, it still has a pride in its eyes that makes others feel very uncomfortable - because it is too proud, it is easy to annoy.

But the most annoying thing is that it has the qualifications of pride.

The two-winged dragon looked at the little head and wondered, does this little guy also want to come here and get a piece of the pie?

Its eyes were still cold, but the curiosity in them turned into emotion.

Such a fragile life, it can crush it with its claws, even if it has the ability to escape in the snow and can barely avoid the fight of demon beasts, but it is still far from enough to save its life here.

Jiaolong closed his eyes and stopped looking at it, concentrating on mobilizing his aura and recovering from his injuries.

Until...... It heard a voice.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Another head came out of the snow, and when he saw the dragon, he was stunned like the previous person, and the surprise in his eyes turned into surprise.

"Miss, Jiaolong is full of treasures, especially the Jiao tendon and bone marrow, as well as the Jiao Dan in the skull, which is a priceless treasure. ”

Jiang Wen said with a smile: "Its wings have been destroyed, the dragon horns have been broken, and it has no strength to fight again, we can say that we have picked up a big bargain, haha." ”

Jiaolong opened his eyes and looked at him with displeasure, as if to blame him for disturbing his recuperation, and he seemed to be laughing at himself, which made it even more unhappy, so it moved its front paws slightly, intending to teach this little thing a lesson.

Jiang Wen was naturally not afraid, and glared back, although he couldn't understand whether he was sneering or not while wearing a mask, the playfulness in his eyes was undisguised.

Mo Qiu shook his head and said, "Uncle Wen, I have countless sect magic weapons, when did this little dragon get into your eyes?"

Jiang Wen was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Reasonable, let's go......"

As soon as he finished speaking, the snow around him was shrouded in a dark shadow, a claw, sharp as a knife.

The claws slapped down hard, and there was a dull sound as it landed in the snow.

But it didn't hit.

Jiang Wen jumped out of the snow and retreated far away, the hem of the black robe was stained with a little ice crystals frozen by beast blood, which made him feel a little disgusting, and his eyes looked at Jiaolong like he was looking at a bed bug that had been crushed to death.

"That's what's wrong with it, I was going to go around it. ”

Mo Qiu came out of the snow, raised his bare hand, summoned a three-foot green sword, and slowly walked towards it.

Jiaolong suddenly felt that he had made a mistake.

I saw the sword light light up, chilling its frightened eyes, and at the same time robbing it of all its vitality.

Until it died, it couldn't understand why these two petite beings had such great power.

In normal life, Mo Qiu would never have killed it so easily, even with Jiang Wen.

But this monster fight is too intense, and the temptation of aura is too great.

Far away in the gray grassland, the place full of spiritual energy is used to give birth to female beasts of all races, and any life that wants to occupy it will face the wrath of all the demon beasts in the gray grassland and the snow region. They have not tasted the aura in years, and they are willing to pay any price to get here, even if it will bring the race to extinction, they must give it a try.

Those demon beasts with very ordinary strength gathered together, and when the number was large enough, it was enough to defeat or even kill an existence of its level as a dragon.

Jiaolong won this battle and paid a great price, but in the end he was picked up by Mo Qiu, which is indeed very ironic.

The sect of Mo Qiu and the others is in an extremely cold place, so they know the snow field very well, and this black robe has the effect of defending against wind and snow, just to walk freely near the sect.

But digging a snow hole was indeed the first attempt.

They didn't have the same rich experience in digging holes as Feng Xiaohan, which caused the snow cave to collapse when the demon beasts fought nearby, but fortunately, they dug deep enough, but they buried the hole, and the space inside was still enough for the two of them.

Those two hideous masks could purify the air, so they weren't suffocated inside.

The fierce battle lasted for two hours before it ended, and the stumps of the demon beast were covered with snow and spread into the darkness in the distance, and I don't know how many corpses there were.

Mo Qiu took Jiao Dan and hit the road again.

Maybe it's because of the black robe, the demon beasts in the distance have very keen intuition, but it's hard to spot them, and even if they do, they won't care.

Because they are not here to hunt for food, but to occupy territory, what waves can they make with those two skinny things?

Except for another large-scale fight, the two of them sneaked into the snow again, and the road was relatively peaceful.

Soon, the outline of the black palace could be seen.

Seeing there, even Mo Qiu's fingertips trembled slightly, obviously extremely excited.

Obviously, that is the Tomb of the Saint!

Countless magic weapons, inherited by saints, may be there.

How can this not be exciting?

The two of them glanced at each other, and couldn't help but speed up their pace, and at the same time pay more attention to the movements around them.

The further you go, the stronger the aura becomes.

This also means that there may be more powerful demon beasts than Jiaolong.

......

......

I don't know how long it took, He Xirou finally woke up.

After all, she was still a little girl who had just entered the world, and when she saw that the door of the palace was closed and there was no one around, she suddenly felt a little flustered, and her fingers were slightly clenched.

Where did Feng Xiaohan go?

I was about to call him a few times, but I heard the sound of a hard object breaking.

The sound came from the side hall, and she turned her head to look, only to see Feng Xiaohan walking out with a large bundle of wood, and a few fell every few steps.

Only then did she realize that there was an extra stack of wood and half a frozen beast leg under the high platform.

Could it be that he went out hunting again?

No, he actually threw himself here and went out hunting!?

He Xirou's eyes became a little depressed, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

She knew why she was angry—because he had left him behind. But she didn't know why she was angry because of this, just like she didn't understand that when she woke up, she saw that he wasn't around, and she panicked for no reason.

Is this "dependence"......

Feng Xiaohan looked at her and said with a smile: "Awake?"

He Xirou's expression stiffened, and she said seriously: "No, I'm still in a coma." ”

"Uh......"

Feng Xiaohan was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself how could she be in a coma when she was awake, was she crazy or was she stupid, if what she said was true, she was still talking with her eyes open when she was unconscious, wouldn't it be the legendary "corpse", although she was still alive, it might not be appropriate to describe her corpse...... But if she is really awake and talking the opposite, then which one is this singing?

Thinking about it, he was stunned, and he didn't even realize that a piece of wood slipped from his arms and hit his foot.

The appearance of a dull head is like a log falling at your feet.

He Xirou looked at his appearance, and after enduring it for a while, she finally laughed out loud.

Feng Xiaohan reacted at this time, scratched his head and said, "It turns out that you are telling jokes." ”

He Xirou suppressed her smile and said, "I didn't expect you to not even see the joke." ”

Feng Xiaohan rolled his eyes and said, "If you want to laugh, don't bear it, you'll get sick." ”

He Xirou raised her eyebrows and asked, "Can you really laugh?"

She watched Feng Xiaohan put down the firewood, thinking about the scene just now, and his voice came to her ears: "The mouth is on you, ask me what to do." ”

He Xirou finally couldn't help it and laughed out loud: "Hahahaha." ”

The heroic atmosphere in her laughter startled Feng Xiaohan, her hand shook, and the freshly stacked firewood was scattered all over the ground.

Feng Xiaohan said helplessly: "Is it so funny?"

"Look at you, you just looked like a piece of wood. ”

"Wood is used for fire, and I can only be cooked. ”

Feng Xiaohan looked at her and said, "Your laughter just now reminds me of two people. ”

He Xirou asked curiously, "Who?"

"In the town under the mountain, the aunt who sits in the alley and plays cards always wins. There is also the old man who is so happy when he picks up money while walking. ”

As soon as these words came out, he felt that something was wrong, and using such language to describe a character girl, no matter how you listen to it, it is a prelude to being beaten.

But by the time I realized it, it was too late.

Those two people were regular customers at the tavern in the town, and He Xirou naturally knew who they were.

She looked at the other party coldly, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Do you want to die?"

Feng Xiaohan was not good at words, so he didn't plan to continue the topic, so he raised his beast leg and said: "There are a lot of demon beasts outside, and some of them are lucky to come early, so they ran to a very close place before they met other demon beasts to fight, this is what I went out to pick up not long ago, first pad my stomach and then consider whether to kill me." ”

He Xirou glanced at the firewood and asked, "Is this ...... Those bookshelves?"

Feng Xiaohan nodded and said calmly: "They are really hard, I hope they can be burned." ”

The wood used to hold the thousand-year-old bookshelves of those extremely heavy metal is of course very hard, at least no worse than the iron trees on Tiancang Mountain.

He was born with brute strength, otherwise he really couldn't do anything with them.

The lacquer on the wood has been hung up, and it is still wolf fur as velvet, wolf tooth pendant and desolate sword as the lead.

Under the expectant gaze of the two, these firewoods really burned like ordinary wood, and they were fully burned, emitting a lot of light and heat.