When it snowed, Rose reached out and gently picked up a snowflake, her palm was blown by the howling cold wind and had lost all its temperature, so that the snowflake did not melt immediately, but lay quietly in her palm, showing a beautiful hexagonal shape. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe red horse under her crotch was already losing some weight, gasping for breath in the frosty weather, and white steam was spewing out from its large nostrils. The horses behind him were exhausted, and they were looking at Rose pitifully, hoping that their master would give them a little food and some rest.

Wang Tao was far behind, because he was heavier, he had three horses to ride in turn, although the horses could bear it, but he could not bear it.

It is said that Zhang Buyi once stayed on the horse for ten days and ten nights in order to chase down the thief who destroyed the morality of the rivers and lakes, and finally caught up with the thief and brought his head back. It was this victory that made him the recognized leader of the seventeen horse thieves in Linqing.

And Wang Tao is just a child of an ordinary landlord's family, only eleven or twelve years old this year, not to mention riding a horse at home, I am afraid that he has not even done housework, he is now tying himself to the saddle with a rope, and it is commendable to be able to hold on for three whole days. Last night Rose examined his wound, only to find that the skin on his inner thigh had been broken by the violent friction, but he still insisted on following, Rose could even imagine the wound scabbing and then bursting, scabbing and then bursting, repeated pain, but the boy persevered without saying a word.

The boy was like a piece of pig iron, which was hot, red, and struck hard by the sledgehammer of suffering, and gradually revealed the edge of steel.

Rose motioned for the horse to slow down, and the once energetic Red Flame was no longer willing to run fast now, and she happily slowed down to give herself a little respite.

"Are you okay, Wang Tao? If it doesn't work, just stop and rest, with such a big snow, his footprints will stay on the snow, and we can take a break! ”

Wang Tao looked up with difficulty and glanced at Rose, who was wearing a sheepskin hat on his head, which was so black and swarthy that it completely covered his entire face, so that Rose could only judge his demeanor and expression from his glasses and mouth.

"No, I'm okay!" Wang Tao vigorously spat out these words from his lips, which were pale by the cold wind, and then lowered his head again, trying to adapt himself to life on horseback.

He was in pain, but he tried his best to get used to it. Perhaps this is the power of hatred, which makes a well-off teenager become a strong warrior almost overnight, this teenager sleeps on a horse, eats on a horse, and never lets himself fall even if his legs are bloody.

It was as if he were cast from iron to steel.

Rose was silent for a moment and didn't speak again, she knew that for men, some things, some promises were more important than life, and the physical pain was great, but in front of men, it seemed incomparably small.

And so are women.

Commitment and hatred also drive the woman to chase the enemy for thousands of miles, even if it is cold and cold, even if it is a wind and frost sword, she will kill Elder Li.

"Drive!" Rose shouted loudly, "Then I'll go first, follow that guy, and you will come later, don't be left behind!" ”

"Hehe, I can't die!" Wang Tao laughed deeply, there is too much pain and unwillingness in this laughter, and there is also too much fighting spirit and tenacity, with this thing, a person will definitely not die easily.

So Rose moved on with confidence.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and this year's winter seems to have come exceptionally early, so that the northern country has become an environment made of ice and snow. The road in the distance is completely covered with snow and ice, and you can no longer distinguish it from the surrounding wilderness, you don't know where the road is and where the wilderness is, so you can't choose a good route to travel, and if the horse's hooves step into the pit, there is a high chance that the horse's leg will be broken, as is the case with one of Rose's spare horses. There seems to be a mountain in the distance, this mountain is not high, at least from the distance of the rose, everything in the distance is not too high, as if you can pluck this mountain with your hand, and then with a light throw, you can kill the thief in front of you. The pine trees on both sides have been covered with snow, looking like pillars of ice and snow, and from time to time the cedar has accumulated too much snow, so it shakes it flexibly, shakes its snow clothes on the ground, and then straightens up its green body and continues to meet the test of ice and snow.

Rose sighed into her hand, allowing her almost frozen hand to become nimble, so as not to be able to steer in case of an emergency. She touched the dagger on her waist again, this murder weapon made of fine iron seemed to have drunk too much blood, so that her blade felt faintly warm to the touch in such cold weather, this felt like an old friend who had not seen each other occasionally for ten years, and like a pot of old wine in the rain at Huangmei's house, sweet and warm.

She continued her previous journey, and although the horse under her crotch was exhausted after three days and three nights of sleepless pursuit, Rose believed that the other party must have been more tired and more painful after being stabbed before.

In this long pursuit, she takes on the role of the Hunter, but can be reversed at any time, and the Hunter is also the prey.

There are no prizes in this pursuit, and the winner will receive nothing but a corpse. Killing may be the least rewarding thing to do, even killing a fox or a wolf has a harvest of fur and meat, but killing a person has nothing to gain - human skin is too thin to be used as clothing, and no one will eat human flesh until it is absolutely necessary.

But Rose has never been a clever hunter, she will never count a pound of meat for a penny, fifteen pounds of meat should be sold for silver, she will never know what it means to "get by", what is called "lazy and slippery", she only knows that she wants to kill, and the person she wants to kill is in front. This man had killed her newfound friend and committed many sins, so he had to die.

She didn't think Elder Li was wrong, everyone had the right to kill, and they all had the right to be killed, and even rape was okay - as long as you were ready to be hunted down.

She rode slowly up a high slope with a good view of the vast white earth in front of her. She turned her head and didn't find anything moving at high speed, which was strange because the thieves would never have gone too far in such a short period of time.

Suddenly, she saw a staggering figure, dressed in a black robe, walking with difficulty between the ice and snow, and he was left with only one horse, which had died of exhaustion behind him.

In this icy and snowy world, the absence of horses is almost equal to death.

But this man will not die from ice and snow, he will die from a dagger.

The Frost Blade is colder than the ice. (To be continued.) )