The heavy snow continued in the county for February, and it fell overnight, and the snow that had not dispersed and became ice was much thicker. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yesterday there was not the slightest progress, and Light String did not come up with the specific location of the mountain city of February.

He didn't stand a chance at all, because the bee sting had been sneaking behind him all the time.

"Hopefully, she didn't come with her today......" Light String touched the tip of her cold nose and looked back, but there was nothing but the snowy air and the snow-covered walls on both sides.

Shaking his head, the light string continued on his way.

There was no one on this road, and it was a relatively hidden place, because this was because he was afraid that the bee sting would follow him again, so he took a few more crooked routes until he couldn't see the bee sting, or felt that the bee sting couldn't find him and lost it.

The fact is that he didn't notice or see the bee sting from the beginning, maybe today the bee sting went to another place to find clues?

"That's great." The light string continued to walk forward, her feet on the snow.

The creaking sound was only his, but when he lowered his head to keep the ice wind from blowing on his face, the squeaking sound suddenly became more paired.

He subconsciously looked back and found that there was no sting behind him as he had expected.

That's in front, right?

Not.

Looking ahead, it was another mature woman's face, her pupils were gray and her shape was different from that of a normal person.

She was wearing a heavy white robe, and she was less than half a meter away from him.

The expression of the light string was stunned and surprised, and the woman's expression was calm and calm.

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?" Light String said as she looked at the woman.

The woman didn't answer him, her eyes rolled to look at her, and after a few turns, her pupils turned scarlet.

"In this way, it basically coincides, the same ...... Color. She held out her hand into a palm in front of the light string's eyes. The voice has the magnetism of a mature woman, and it makes people feel soft to listen to.

"It's just as wicked red as this smell. Like the winter sky and the cold night moon, the baptist who stands out among the blood and killing. Who are you? The woman stroked the cheek of the light string with her cold fingertips.

Light string's eyes squinted at her, and his white skin seemed to see the fingertips of the veins and jade bones, and he grabbed her wrist when her cold fingers were about to reach into his chest.

The soft skin was so cold that the light string struck a stir, and he frowned and looked at the strange beautiful woman in front of him and asked, "Who are you?"

"Who am I, the answer to this question, it doesn't matter to you all the time, what matters is, do you know who you are?" The woman's words were foggy, she seemed to be perfunctory, but the tone was extremely serious, and the soft tone made people not question.

Frowning at this woman, Light String suddenly thought of something, he suddenly frowned deeper, and the force of grabbing the woman's wrist increased.

"We see, we've met, haven't we?" He asked, the force of his hand carving red marks on the opponent's wrist.

The woman's expressionless face turned to her grabbed wrist to star, and the light string was slightly stunned before letting go.

The woman continued to look at his face, rubbed her wrist with one hand, and said, "That's good, you're the first person to touch me in a long time."

Light String looked at her big white robe and remembered. They had met once in Hai County, and she seemed to have deliberately bumped into his shoulder.

"You're the woman in Haijun, aren't you? I remember, the same dress. You did it on purpose, right? Qingxian said as she looked at the woman's pure white cotton robe.

"Haijun? It seems that this is the case, we did have a brief encounter. The woman nodded and said truthfully.

"Something wrong with you? You've been following me all along, haven't you? Light String asked tentatively.

"I have a plan." The woman said.

"What?" Light String frowned in confusion.

"I hope you can find what you want, it's over there." The woman pointed in one direction, then another, and said, "And this side."

"It? What is that? Light String looked at the sky in both directions, then turned her gaze to the woman's indifferent face and asked.

"It was a sigil stone that contained the secrets of magic, but now they were broken into two, one on one end and one on the other. If you can find it, you can see what you want. The woman said.

"............" Qingxian lowered his head and thought for a moment, looked up and carefully examined the woman's face, then took a deep breath and asked, "I don't know you." What's your name? ”

"Weaving." The woman said her name.

"What do you want? Or, why would you want to do it, and why? I don't think I'm going to believe the guidance and inexplicable words of an unknown woman, it sounds so unrealistic, you know what I'm hoping for? Light String shook her head.

"Weaving, don't do useless things. Look, I'm going to tell you from now on, you're going to go here, you're going there. It is destined that you can resist questioning, but then you will not reject your thoughts and obsessions. After weaving finished speaking, he stepped forward, buried his face in the light string's chest and sniffed hard.

But at the first moment, the light string stepped back into the distance, vigilantly watching the next move.

Weaving his face straightened up expressionlessly, looked at the light string and said to himself: "Confirmed, accurate, that's it."

With that, her pupils turned from scarlet back to godless gray, and then silently passed by the light string and left. He didn't look back or continue to talk to him, as if he had never seen him or spoken to him.

The light string was still sluggish, and his nose was in a familiar tingle......

After a moment of silence, he suddenly shuddered, and suddenly turned around and took out the long-tailed knife that was hiding behind his back, looking for traces of Ori.

"Weaving ...... A demonic aura like a long tail...... Ghost-faced spiders? The light string muttered as she walked slowly forward, from here to there.

didn't let go of a corner, she has already escaped......

"Unexpectedly, she actually came to me on her own initiative? What else would I like to see? The light string retracted the longtail and muttered.

If so, she will take the initiative to follow her. And the demonic aura on her body similar to the long tail is enough to show that her guess is right?

It's all about the conjecture of two months for two months.

The two-month longtail is the creator of the weave and the founder of the two-month dynasty. From beginning to end, has it all had to do with the long tail of the two months?

Although Light String seemed to have sorted everything out, he still felt that it would be troublesome.

Wiping his cold face, he walked out of the corner......

(To be continued.) )