The streets were cold, there were no pedestrians, and it was only half a day before a thick snow accumulated. There are a few shops open, and the lonely night lights are a little cold. People whose hometowns are really far away or lonely will still have their doors open at this time.

In a hotel on the street, the door is open a crack, indicating that the door is still open. A thick quilt hung behind the door, and an oil lamp was lit in the room, which was very dim. The room was covered with dust, and the old man sat alone at the counter, with a thick soft mattress, and a brazier on his left hand side was constantly providing warmth, warming a pot of wine.

The old man's children and grandchildren were far away, and when he was old, he returned to his hometown alone and opened a small inn to live. This is the living livelihood and his home. Two weeks before the New Year, he sent his servants back to celebrate the New Year, and he spent his days in a state of confusion every day, most of the time his consciousness was cloudy.

"Knock...... Knock Knock"

There were three dull knocks on the door, and then the quilt was lifted, and a cool breeze came in, which made the old man shiver. He looked up sleepily and found a snowman, covered in snow, which showed how big the snow was outside.

"Passing by here, I don't want to encounter such snow, I walked a long way to meet such an open hotel as you, please make it convenient for me to stay until the snow stops."

The old man rubbed his eyes, his mind was still quite clear, and said: "Objective, it's no problem to live, it's just that the little guys in my store have gone home for the New Year, and the kitchen is not on fire, but there is no food." ”

"No problem." As he spoke, the man took out a large ingot of silver from his bosom, which he could have lived in for a month, and he casually laid it down in front of the old man.

The old man reached out and took it, touched it and put it away without paying much attention, and stood up with a slight sway.

"Come with me."

The two came to the backyard one after the other, and the old man picked an upper room and entered the door first, and the guests followed in, and the door was closed. The old man turned around, his face was heavy at this moment, how could he still be drunk outside, he stepped forward and dragged the crumbling man. Two fingers poked into the center of his brow, and a flash of green light flashed, and then his face became even heavier.

The man's internal organs were on the verge of extreme danger, his body was like a battlefield, his own magic power was against his body, but how could the soft internal organs withstand the ravages of magic power. He is alive because it is his faith that he has been here. At this time, he let out a breath and was seriously injured in an instant. The old man stopped thinking, and the cold breath flowed out from between his fingers, and poured directly into his body along the man's eyebrows. Frost began to form in the room. After five breaths, the man closed his eyes completely, his breathing began to become vague, and the breath he exhaled was cold, and his body stiffened.

Seeing this, the old man immediately withdrew his hand, he had seen this symptom, it was the sequelae of the use of strong potions, an injury like this was almost half a foot into the coffin, and being able to come here to contact the line could already represent this person's heart. At this time, his body could not hold half of the potion, so the conventional healing potion pills were completely useless, and if he was forcibly taken, the biggest possibility would be to detonate the turbulence of magic power and explode into a pile of minced meat. So he forcibly infused his eyebrows with cold magic and sealed his viscera. This is an extremely dangerous move, if one more point is made, his organs are completely damaged, then the person will die immediately, if it is less, it will not work, and he will not be able to bear the magic rage. Just after these few breaths of treatment, the old man's face showed fatigue.

He gasped a few times and glanced at the man, his eyes not hiding his admiration in the slightest. But he only hung the man's breath and did not save his life, which was already the limit of what he could do.

Carefully carrying the man to the bed, the old man sighed and said life and death, and then his right hand was opened, and the colorful magic power flowed, and he pressed down on a wooden beam.

The bed slowly descended into darkness, and in a short time the identical bed appeared in its original place, and no difference could be seen. After doing all this, the old man turned around, wiped the blood on the ground with a wave, dusted off his sleeves, and the whole room shook, and when he went out, he returned to a slightly drunk old man. The countless dust that had been shaken up in the room behind him slowly fell, filling every corner again.

The spring turned, and the bed went down to the ground, moved a little further, and then ascended, and appeared under a carriage, which it filled in just as it did. The man of a trading house had just taken over the business today, and a mother and daughter were going back to the countryside to visit relatives, and they got out of his carriage at five times the usual price. The carriage shook and headed out of the city.

The wind and snow tightened, and on the wilderness, a single figure only paced slowly, and behind it was a row of winding footprints, a little red. Old Vader was walking slowly, and he realized that he was walking slower and slower, but he couldn't stop. The bloodstains are the easiest to track, and there is no way for him to stop the bleeding, so he is far from safe now. But he had come to the wilderness, and this was his first stop.

I don't know how long it took, but finally, he stopped for the first time. His hands trembled a little, and he pulled a snow-white handkerchief from his sleeve and began to carefully wipe his right hand. It wasn't until there was no more blood that he stopped, waved his sleeve, and a strange shuttle appeared in his clean hand. He barely summoned the magic power in his body, and then gently threw it down. The shuttle quickly changed into a speedboat, all snow-white, floating in the air like this heaven and earth. He struggled to maneuver and sat into the somewhat cramped cabin, then shoved a high-tier obsidian into the power unit. The airship started quickly, but silently, speeding forward only a foot above the ground. It's hard to spot it in a snow-white world without special attention.

The cabin was warm, glowing with a dim glow, a little bit of magic flowing, which could do some emergency injury control. This sophisticated system alone shows that this airship is extraordinary, and it must have cost a lot of money. His injuries were severe, and he should have fallen into a coma a long time ago, and every additional delay would have caused more damage, but he still insisted on not letting himself sleep.

The airship was very fast, and soon it came to a waterway. The waterway was wide and the water flowed without frozen, and the airship plunged into the water without even making a splash. The magic shield in the cockpit blocks the flow of water and does not feel cold.

Ten minutes later, the airship quietly came to a dock. The pier is much more deserted than usual, but there are still some family businesses that have begun to prepare their spring goods, so it is a little more lively than the streets. The airship slowed down and dived beneath one of the merchant ships. There was a moment of light flickering at the bottom of the ship, and then it disappeared into the darkness, it was a magic array, and the dark hole appeared, and the flowing water could not be stored, but the airship silently merged into it, and the hole disappeared again, as if nothing had happened.

The airship was completely plunged into darkness, and only now did he finally breathe a sigh of relief. He took off his mask, revealing a face as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and Kevin's shadow could be vaguely seen, but he was much thinner. It's nothing, he's half-headed! The hair that grew from the top of the head was still dark, and it turned snow-white at the base of the ears, which looked very strange.

He pulled a pill out of his bosom, swallowed it, and finally closed his eyes. Soon he was breathing evenly, and in an instant he fell into a deep sleep. In his sleep, he moved his body with difficulty, and gradually curled up, tilted his head, his brows furrowed slightly, but he refused to stretch out.