Murong Chong stepped out of the Flying Bird Artifact and searched around carefully again, before the stone in his heart landed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There was no way to hide people on the top of the mountain, Yan Chuheng helped the old Nanyan King to sit on the stone platform, and when he saw Murong Chong Manman, he couldn't help but wonder, "Brother Mu, Tianjiao is not here!" Didn't you say she was at the top of the mountain? I still wonder how she could climb to the top of the mountain alone, such a mountain, even with Brother Mu's skills, I'm afraid she can't climb up. Last time we came in late autumn when there was no snow, we only halfway up the climb and turned back. ”

"Well, I originally thought that after the beginning of spring, I started to build a wooden ladder at the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and it was also a beautiful conversation to build a fairy road that leads to the gods!" Murong Chong was extremely relaxed, and he looked down the mountain. thought to himself, as long as Tianjiao is not on the top of the mountain, she is still a mortal, he must have a way to find her, he is sure of this.

Long Tianjiao! He thought to himself, what kind of woman is she? Immortal? Goblin?

He shook his head, she was his wife, his concubine.

"Brother Mu, what do you want? I'm asking if Tianjiao is not here, where is she? Yan Chuheng settled down the old Nanyan King, walked up to Murong Chong and asked. Seeing that Murong Chong still didn't answer him, he was anxious, and pulled Murong Chong's arm, "Say it quickly, she was poisoned and can't be delayed, I ran away from my palace last time, I was guilty to death, this time you have to let her escape again, then she really has no way to live." ”

"Don't worry, she'll be fine." Murong Chong walked up to the Flying Bird Artifact and asked Yan Chuheng to teach him how to operate it.

"You want to go down now? Do you know where Tianjiao is? ”

"Well, I think I know!"

"Okay, I'll accompany you down the mountain. But this time you will have to wait two days to go down and up again, you have to think clearly. ”

"Well, I think very clearly, but I don't know if you will regret going down the mountain immediately, maybe staying here for a few days, absorbing the spiritual power of heaven and earth, can prolong your life." Murong Chong was already confident.

"Brother Mu really doesn't know me so well, am I the one who cares about friendship in order to survive for a few years?" Yan Chuheng finally found a suitable word - friendship. Tianjiao can not be defined by a friend in his heart, thinking of Tianjiao's situation, Yan Chuheng was inexplicably nervous in his heart.

Murong Chong's starry eyes sparkled at Yan Chuheng, and Yan Chuheng's face turned red, as if Murong Chong had seen through his thoughts. He shouldn't be concerned about Tianjiao, and neither should his friend's wife. Although the friendship of friends in his mouth is said to Murong Chong.

Murong Chong curled the corners of his mouth and chuckled, turned around and glanced at Lao Nan Yanwu, who was sitting quietly on the mirror platform alone, as if the aura of heaven and earth here instantly dissolved his demonic nature, and his appearance of meditating with his eyes closed and pinching his fingers looked peaceful and tranquil.

Would it be the same if you brought Tianjiao here? Murong rushed into doubts, thinking of Tianjiao's final words, the word "roll" made his heart ache. He must personally bring Tianjiao here, instead of letting her run here alone!

Murong Chong saw that Yan Chuheng was a little worried about letting his father stay alone, so he asked Liu Yong to stay with the old Nanyan King and come to pick them up three days later.

The Flying Bird artifact glided and swooped down to the bottom of Tiandu Mountain, and when they reached the place before they went up the mountain, it was already dark.

Yan Chuheng shivered, he left all the bags he brought to the old Nanyan King, and the foot of the mountain was even colder than the top of the mountain. Murong Chong put his fox fur on Yan Chuheng. Yan Chuheng said what not to do.

"Tianjiao wore this dress when she was down the mountain, you wear it, I wear more than you." Yan Chuheng hesitated for a moment and no longer refused.

The surrounding snow fields are as smooth as a mirror, and there is a quiet atmosphere under the night.

"Where is Tianjiao? Do you know where she is, why did she follow me to the top of the mountain? How can you let her leave alone......" Yan Chuheng followed behind Murong Chong, not knowing what he wanted? I had to chatter.

Murong Chong searched carefully along the snow-covered shoreline of the lake, extending from the place where Tianjiao had dropped the tassel hairpin to both sides.

"Shh Murong Chong asked Yan Chuheng not to speak, Murong Chong's eyes flashed with excitement in the night, Yan Chuheng closed his mouth and nervously held Murong Chong's hand.

A very small ticking sound, accompanied by a long breath.

Yan Chuheng grabbed Murong Chong's hand tighter, Murong Chong broke free of his hand and made a boo gesture on his mouth, Yan Chuheng didn't dare to say anything. The long breath made him extremely nervous, how could anyone breathe like that. But Murong Chong didn't let him grab his hand, so he had to grab the back of his shirt.

Murong Chong pulled out a short blade from his waist, "You ......" Yan Chuheng was just about to speak, but Murong Chong reached out to cover his mouth. He pulled Murong Chong's hand away and motioned for him to promise not to speak. Murong Chong carefully used his short blade to remove the snow on the ground, layer by layer, very carefully.

Yan Chuheng stared nervously at the short blade in Murong Chong's hand, and the snow was finally cleared, revealing the thick ice of the lake. The surface of the ice was glistening, and wisps of ice scars stretched in all directions.

Murong Chong knelt on the side and pressed his face against the ice. Yan Chuheng didn't dare to speak, and looked at him curiously as motionless as a clay ice sculpture. After a long time, Murong Chong breathed a long sigh of relief and got up to put away the short blade. Let Yan Chuheng wait here, and he walked towards the foot of the mountain on the other side of the lake.

After a while, Murong Chong came back with a cowhide tent and set up a tent on the ice that had just been opened. Since Murong Chong didn't speak, Yan Chuheng didn't want to ask, so he had to follow to help.

After the cowhide tent was set up, Murong Chong threw Yan Chuheng a thick mattress, pointed to the corner of the tent, and Yan Chuheng knew how to lay out the thick mattress. After a day of tossing, he was also tired, lying on the thick mattress with his clothes closed, quietly watching Murong Chong busy.

Yan Chuheng wondered, since the tent was here, why didn't he light a fire in the tent to keep warm? The snow-covered trees at the foot of the lake shore can be cut down to make a fire, so why huddle in a corner and be frozen.

He tugged at the fox fur on his clothes, a little gloating. Murong Chong wore less than him, guarding the door of the cowhide tent, the cold wind was even colder, wouldn't he be blessed and wouldn't enjoy it? Could it be that you can wait for Tianjiao to be guarded like this? didn't let him ask, didn't let him speak, he endured the unhappiness in his heart, and looked at Murong Chong and lay down with his clothes closed.

After a night of silence, the day finally dawned, and the roof of the cowhide tent leaked into the light. Yan Chuheng woke up, and when he heard the long breath in the tent, it seemed to be in his ears, and he got up suddenly. Raising his eyes, he saw Murong Chong sitting upright at the door of the tent, quietly looking at the ground.

Yan Chuheng followed Murong Chong's gaze and suddenly widened his eyes in shock. On the ice surface that Murong Chong scraped with a short blade, he could clearly see a person lying under the ice.

Yan Chuheng hurriedly got up and ran over, kneeling on the ice to take a closer look. Beneath the ice lay a woman, her long eyelashes slightly closed, her long red hair spreading out like algae. The fine white porcelain skin is more translucent and flawless in the ice, and the bright red cherry lips are delicate......

"Tianjiao!" Yan Chuheng was so shocked that he covered his mouth and said secretly.

(To be continued.) )